Title:		All That I Have Stolen
Original:	All That I Have Known
Tune:		Mike Whitaker
Words:		Mike Richards and Erica Neely

Alone, I sit inside my room, and open up a folder,
Inside the file are all my songs, some recent and some older.
My daily practice is at hand, though all the tunes I know:
They're the melodies of all that I have stolen.

Songs of people false and true, of Deering and Buck Rodgers,
Songs of psychic tame jhereg, and of blaster-bold dodgers.
My tunes are all too flat to use, but where to turn I know:
To the melodies of all that I've not stolen....
                                                                    yet.

"Shattered Dreams" on the hi-fi, the volume dial turned higher,
Another victim fills the room, to raise Whitaker's ire.
And soon I'll have another one, to go with those I know:
With the melodies of all that I have stolen.

I sit alone beside the desk, and set my own phone ringing,
And soon hear the voice of a friend, my partner at filk singing.
So long as no-one finds our home, we will add more I know,
To the melodies of all that we have stolen.