Why bury the lede when you can make him a zombie too? Besides; it’s not like there’s a lot of places left to bury him; that’s kindof the root of the thing, as it were…
North Amer’can Gerbil-Man,
I observe his secret plan!
He’ll do ev’rything he can
To thwart me!
Equal rights, we’re working at!
Voting, housing, all of that!
We will form the Necromat-
-Ic Party!
See his opposition
To our Proposition!
Gerbil-Man,
Oppressing … the whole undead clan!
North Amer’can Gerbil-Man,
I observe his secret plan!
He’ll do ev’rything he can
To thwart me!
See him fight against our right
To party!
I can’t stand that Gerbil-Man
Named Artie!
And there was a Prop 39 in 1984, and another in 2000, also boring. If current trends continue, there will be another one in 2022, which could conceivably involve undead-American rights.
Unless proposition aleph-null, the California Universal Proposition Enfranchisement Proposition, passes before then. In that case, every California voter, living or dead, gets to introduce a proposition of their very own in every election. Propositions to be identified by the voter’s social security number, and it may be that 000-00-0039 is buried in a California cemetery…
Upwind girl,
She’s been livin’ in her upwind world.
Bet she’s never had an undead guy.
Bet her mama never told her why.
I’m being spied by an uptown gir.
She’s been living in her human world
As long as anyone whose heart beats can
And now she’s spying on a gerbil man.
That’s what I am.
And when she knows if
I’m pro-39,
And when she knows that
She wants to be mine,
She’ll see I’m not so strait
(But I don’t love that crossdressing mate).
You know I saw her when she laid the bait
To catch me voting with my undead hate.
She’s not so great.
Upwind girl,
You know that I’d prefer a guy in pearls.
But maybe when Prop 39 comes in.
She’ll realize which side I chose to win.
She’ll notice then.
And when she’s sneaking,
And looking for clues.
She’ll come up empty,
She’ll then have the blues.
She’ll say I’m not so bad
Just because
I’m not mad
For an upwind girl,
She’s been living in her human world.
Long as anyone whose heart beats can,
Though she’s looking for a gerbil man
(That’s what I am).
Upwind girl.
She’s an upwind girl.
I’m being stalked
By an upwind girl.
A sociologist? I would have pegged her as a reporter, as that sounds less like an area of study and more like a Weekly World News headline (I can only imagine the cover art they’d have). Although, given the nature of Annex One’s work, maybe the tabloids were right after all.
When you are staying where there’s zombies decaying
You should never move…downwind
Don’t ever hurry when the bodies are stirry
Never sign a lease…downwind
Listen to the moaning of the zombies in their rising
Just don’t stay too long or else your hats will need resizing
That would be bad…
The smell is much stronger there
You will forget all the dangers, forget all your fears
Don’t go downwind, things are quite deadly there
Downwind – terrible place for sure
Downwind – zombies are waiting for you…
Well, if the entire thing had posted, it would have been visible. The broken comment system is really annoying, and in this case it actually broke the post. I didn’t notice at the time.
“Downtown” was recorded by Petula Clark, but the songwriter was Tony Hatch.
I will have to reconstruct the other verse that was originally part of the post.
Why bury the lede when you can make him a zombie too? Besides; it’s not like there’s a lot of places left to bury him; that’s kindof the root of the thing, as it were…
mnem
You know she wants Artie too.
That’s right, Emperor Norton was buried there, wasn’t he.
I’m *really* hoping that’s where the story’s heading.
Emperor Norton I – Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico…. What of his dogs, Bummer and Lazarus? (Actually… given the name Lazarus….)
The Auld Grump
Well, both dogs showed up in the main timeline.
I imagine that, when you live next door to a zombie micro-nation, being upwind would be a major factor when choosing your apartment.
Every real estate agent out there will tell you, it’s all about location, location, location.
Upsides and downsides: upwind, you can’t smell them: OTOH, they might smell you, and your tasty, tasty brain.
From what this strip implies, I gather that all humans (and probably everyone alive) live in Upwind.
Ah, another liberal Artie major!
ouch 🙂
sysadmin, huh? I wonder if we’ve just discovered the identity of the Dead Rights blogger HeyRube that was mentioned a few strips back.
(TUNE: “Nowhere Man”, The Beatles)
North Amer’can Gerbil-Man,
I observe his secret plan!
He’ll do ev’rything he can
To thwart me!
Equal rights, we’re working at!
Voting, housing, all of that!
We will form the Necromat-
-Ic Party!
See his opposition
To our Proposition!
Gerbil-Man,
Oppressing … the whole undead clan!
North Amer’can Gerbil-Man,
I observe his secret plan!
He’ll do ev’rything he can
To thwart me!
See him fight against our right
To party!
I can’t stand that Gerbil-Man
Named Artie!
Brilliant, Eddurd, as ever. I’ll be singing this as I make dinner, much to the confusion of my family.
Why would Artie be AGAINST prop 39?
I always have trouble reading about “Prop 39” since that was an actual California proposition – in 2012, even. (A boring one.)
And there was a Prop 39 in 1984, and another in 2000, also boring. If current trends continue, there will be another one in 2022, which could conceivably involve undead-American rights.
Unless proposition aleph-null, the California Universal Proposition Enfranchisement Proposition, passes before then. In that case, every California voter, living or dead, gets to introduce a proposition of their very own in every election. Propositions to be identified by the voter’s social security number, and it may be that 000-00-0039 is buried in a California cemetery…
….I am just plain too tired right now to filk, but where there’s an Upwind there’s a Downwind. “Down Town” and “Uptown Girl” both spring to mind.
To the tune of “Uptown Girl”, Billy Joel:
Upwind girl,
She’s been livin’ in her upwind world.
Bet she’s never had an undead guy.
Bet her mama never told her why.
I’m being spied by an uptown gir.
She’s been living in her human world
As long as anyone whose heart beats can
And now she’s spying on a gerbil man.
That’s what I am.
And when she knows if
I’m pro-39,
And when she knows that
She wants to be mine,
She’ll see I’m not so strait
(But I don’t love that crossdressing mate).
You know I saw her when she laid the bait
To catch me voting with my undead hate.
She’s not so great.
Upwind girl,
You know that I’d prefer a guy in pearls.
But maybe when Prop 39 comes in.
She’ll realize which side I chose to win.
She’ll notice then.
And when she’s sneaking,
And looking for clues.
She’ll come up empty,
She’ll then have the blues.
She’ll say I’m not so bad
Just because
I’m not mad
For an upwind girl,
She’s been living in her human world.
Long as anyone whose heart beats can,
Though she’s looking for a gerbil man
(That’s what I am).
Upwind girl.
She’s an upwind girl.
I’m being stalked
By an upwind girl.
*line 5, girl.
That was kind of difficult with “Man on the Moon” (R.E.M.) stuck in my head. I hope I got the scansion right.
A sociologist? I would have pegged her as a reporter, as that sounds less like an area of study and more like a Weekly World News headline (I can only imagine the cover art they’d have). Although, given the nature of Annex One’s work, maybe the tabloids were right after all.
There’s a Lesser North American Gerbil-Man?
There is nothing lesser about Arthur Narbon.
No, but the fact that she identifies him by “Greater …” implies that somewhere there is a “Lesser …”.
When you are staying where there’s zombies decaying
You should never move…downwind
Don’t ever hurry when the bodies are stirry
Never sign a lease…downwind
Listen to the moaning of the zombies in their rising
Just don’t stay too long or else your hats will need resizing
That would be bad…
The smell is much stronger there
You will forget all the dangers, forget all your fears
Don’t go downwind, things are quite deadly there
Downwind – terrible place for sure
Downwind – zombies are waiting for you…
Ha! Nice one! But you should be polite and always remember to include a composer (or, in this particular case, decomposer) and lyricist attribution.
Well, if the entire thing had posted, it would have been visible. The broken comment system is really annoying, and in this case it actually broke the post. I didn’t notice at the time.
“Downtown” was recorded by Petula Clark, but the songwriter was Tony Hatch.
I will have to reconstruct the other verse that was originally part of the post.
The fragment that did post is awesome, Smithnik. *Applause, applause*.
For a Biomass-resistant drought, that’s an awfully lush green field behind them!