Holiday Music

 

What Slug is This?

by T. Avery

 

What Slug is this who chomped this hole,

And in Scully's back is squirming?

Whom townsfolk greet, with fervour sweet,

And Scully pathetically moaning?

 

This, this is Christ the Slug,

No gross insect, no simple bug,

Haste, haste to tug Him out,

Before He eats Scully's baby.

 

So bring Him a doctor, a transient, a spine,

Any vertebrate will do for Him,

The Slug of slugs, salvation brings,

When He eats your brain you will love Him.

 

Raise, raise your screams on high,

Kick the lamp? Well you can try --

Soon, soon you will love the Slug,

Hey, it's got to be better than this season.

 

 

Silent Night

  by Token

Screams of fright

Pierce the night

As we implant

A Trillobite

 

To worship a Cuthuliod Worm,

We hijack strangers on the berm.

Kneel, the trillobite stirs

Kneel, the trilobite stirs.

    

Joy to the World

   by Token

 

Joy to the world

For Doggett's come.

Scully receives her due!

 

Pistol and knife are quick to hand

As is an unkind reprimand.

The cultists he will smite

He's making things all right.

He makes a heaven in hell's despite.

 

 

Jebus, the Slimy Savior

  by Token

sung to the tune of "Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer


Jebus, the slimy savior,
Made a two inch entry hole.
And if you ever host it,
It's virtues you would extol.

All of the local rednecks, (rednecks!)
Used for a sacrifice. (like Isaac!)
They were a lot like Aztecs, (Aztecs!)
Except they were a lot more nice.

Then one dusty desert day,
Doggett came to say:
"Scully in your back so white,
I'll carve out a trilobite."

Then all the rednecks loathed him,
As they all became grumpy:
"Doggett, you filthy heathen,
You killed our divinity!"

 

 

The Slug-entry Carol 

by Alicia K.

To the tune of "The Coventry Carol

 

Lu lee lu lah

Though little tiny slug

By-by lu lee lu lay

 

Scully the fed

Whose hair is red

Wandered to us this day.

Doggett, he came

and blew you away

By-by lu-lee-lu lay!

 

 

Jesus Slug (I'm Dreaming of a...)

 by xochiluvr

 

I'm dreaming of a Jesus slug

Just like the one I used to host

When the slime trail glistens

and fetuses listen

to mommy moaning like a ghost.

 

I'm dreaming of a Jesus slug

With every new thing in my back

May your slug be slimy and bright

And may all your dress shirts be tight.

 

I'm dreaming of a Jesus slug

With every Mulder box I trash

May your slug be holy and divine

And may all your Jebuslugs regenerate like mine.

 

 

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer revisited.

By Token

This one goes out to all the newsgroups out there.  You know who you are.

 

You know Monday, Milagro, and Memento Mori

Our Town and Humbug and Ice and Synchrony

But do you recall-

The most heinous X-File of all?

 

Sluggy the slug Messiah,

Was a monster of the week.

Since he's not in the show now,

Mulder fans commenced to freak.

 

All of the other X-Files,

Things you did not need to see.

Often in MOTW's

There's no continuity!

 

And about this grand soiree,

Carter had to say,

"What I say will always go,

X-Files is my fucking show."

 

He was still mad 'bout Harsh Realm.

As Vince G. chatted out with glee,

"If you liked that, then you'll love this,

The kid was sired by Frohicke!"

 

 

  Hark the Frightened Cultists Scream

By Token

 

Halt, the frightened cultists scream,

Agent Doggett's on the scene.

He got there in a nick of time,

He followed the trail of slime.

Holding back the rightous horde,

Hope he doesn't salt the Lord.

In human host He's born anew,

A mere conch shell will not do.

Ack, now what becomes of us?

Doggett shot God on the bus.

 

 

To the tune of "I Have a Little Dreydl"

By Livia Balaban

 My gastropod is holy

I think that he's divine

And though they'll crush me wholly

He's welcome on my spine.

 

Oh Stylommatophora

(a scientific nod)

Of subclass Pulmonata

A cousin to my God

 

 

To the tune of "The Channukah Song"

By Livia Balaban

Jebus slug,

Jebus slug,

Glory to thy slime.

Sacred bug,

Snug in rug,

Bring me joy sublime.

 

Savior mine,

I'm your shrine,

Do with me as you please.

While I'm supine,

Ford my spine,

And fuck those Maccabees!  

 

 

The Crawly and the Slimey

(to the tune of The Holly and the Ivy)

By Livia Balaban

 

The crawly and the slimy

Will make me Jesus' own

Despite the groaning, I really love him

Ignore me while I moan.

 

I think I feel him munching

Ascending through the day

Accomplishing this holy communion

With every vertebrae.

 

The crawly and the slimy's

A paramecium

The messiah is an osteophile

Better take my calcium.

 

 

Let it snow... or grow.

by xochiluvr

 

Oh, the residents all are frightening,

But the slug is so exciting,

And since I've no way to go,

Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow.

 

It doesn't show signs of stopping,

And my skull is fit for popping;

The hole in my back's down low,

Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow.

 

When they finally tie me tight,

How I'll hate the torture so;

But if you really tie me right,

All I'll ask is do me slow.

 

The baby's slowly dying,

And my God is in my spine,

But as long as you hold me so,

Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow.

 

 

Oh, Holy Slug

by S.E. Parsons

 

Oh, Holy Slug

Your slime trail it is shining

You are the Slug that will bring us all Love.

 

Long lay we here

In desert we were pining, 'till you appeared

And you gave us rebirth.

 

A trill of hope

Inside a spine so holy

For though it breaks

It gives you human form.

 

Don't kill us, please

We'll find you a new body

Oh Slu-ug, Divine

O-oh Slug, in human form.

Oh Slug, Divi-i-i-ne

Oh Slug, oh Slug, Divine!

 

Led by the light

Of headlights they were gleaming

Out from the bus amid your worshippers.

 

The holy blood

Of your host, it was streaming

From a crushed skull to the floor down below.

 

The red-haired one

She yelled that she was pregnant

And soon she'd be Your Holy Virgin mom.

 

Beneath her skin

A lumpy, moving baby!

Oh Slu-ug, Divine

O-oh Slug, in human form.

Oh Slug, Divi-i-i-ne

Oh Slug, oh Slug, Divine!

 

 

Away In The Desert

also by S.E. Parsons

 

Away In the Desert

A trill in his head

Our Master's frail body

Went smoosh and was dead

Don't worry, dear Master

Though smooshed it does lie

We'll bring you a new one

To use by and by.

 

Hitchhikers should fear us

Though bland we may be

There isn't one forking

In our family tree.

We all serve the Master

That glorious slug

He makes us all happy

'Cause Love Is The Drug.

 

No, nothing shall thwart us

In our endless quest

To find for our Master

The body that's best.

That woman seems dandy

She'll be the next host

She's here, and that's handy

She'll give up the ghost.  

 

 

The Little Slugger Boy

by Magdeleine

Note:  Blennophobia- Fear of slime.

Come, they told me, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummmm
Our squishy slug to see, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummmm
Our finest hosts we'll find, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummmm
For Christ to eat their spine, pah-rum-pa-pum-pum,
rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pummm
So to gimp around, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
When he comes.

Little Jebuslug, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
I am a blennophobe, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
I cannot give my spine, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
Try the next gimp in line, pah-rum-pa-pum-pum,
rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pummm
Shall I transfer you, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
To your new sanctum.

Gimpy nodded, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
The shovel lifted high, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
I bashed his head right in, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
And found the slug within, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
rum-pa-pum-pum, rum-pa-pum-pummm
They all smiled at me, pah-rum-pa-pum-pummm
Me and my slug.

 

 

Slugs that We have Heard on High

by anna taylor sweringen

to the tune of "Angels We have Heard on High".

Our JebugSlug we know

Needs a home where he can grow

We must find the right body

Where our slug can thrive freely

 

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Be his tabernacle

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Be his tabernacle

 

Hold her folks!  Don't let her go.

Pay no heed to her screamed "No!"

Being pregnant you will see

Is the perfect quality

 

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Be his tabernacle

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Be his tabernacle

 

Keep her tied down good and tight

This will prob'ly take all night

See him glide so gracefully

Up the spine of dear Scully

 

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Be his tabernacle

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Be his tabernacle

 

Damn that Doggett and his gun

He has ruined all our fun

"Might have been" is now our song

How now will we get along?

 

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Was his tabernacle

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Was his tabernacle

 

Wait! Of course! We should not cry

JebuSlugs are born to die

One day he will rise again!

Maybe she will join us then

 

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Be his tabernacle

Scul-ul-ul-ul-ully, Be his tabernacle

 


Goring Up Into a Fibbie's Spine

by Camahome

to the tune of  "Walking in a Winter Wonderland

 

What a sight, slime trail's glistening,

While outside, the cult is listening

A beautiful sight, as the Slug takes a bite,

Goring up into a Fibbie's spine.

 

On the bed, Scully's screaming

while her spine, gets a reaming.

We pay it no mind; it's the way of our kind,

goring up into a Fibbie's spine.

 

We thought the other host would be a keeper,

but then the Lord told us he wouldn't do.

The Fibbie's turning out to be a sleeper,

For instead of getting one, we're getting two!

 

Later on, we'll conspire,

but for now, we will try her.

It's our greatest reward, to watch our Slug lord

Goring up into a Fibbie's spine.

 

 

Slug bless Thee, Inbred Imbeciles

by K. Keil

To the tune of "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen"

 

Slug bless thee, inbred imbeciles;

King Slug will save the day.

We've found a hot red-head doctor

In which we'll hope You'll stay.

These hitchikers are all a pain--

You make their spines decay.

 

Oh, we hope she's been taking calcium,

and vitamins,

Oh, we hope she's been taking calcium.

 

We took you and inserted you

Along her graceful spine.

It was the greatest honor but

You should have heard her whine.

You traveled up her spinal cord

To her brain where You would dine.

 

Oh, she's trussed up and cannot get away,

Oh glorious day,

Yes, she's trussed up and cannot get away.

 

Her partner, Doggett, found her at last

And freed her from the bed.

He drug her off to our Holy Bus,

Which we keep in a shed,

Then he cut You out and shot You, too--

Our JebuSlug was dead.

 

Oh, come back again our Sluggy Lord

(But in a higher life form).

Oh, come back to us our Sluggy Lord.

 

 

Do You Hear What I Hear?

by JLDolphin

Said the night wind to the little slug,

"Do you see what I see?

Over in that house, little slug,

Do you see what I see?

A host a host, giving up her gun

We will bring her goodness and fun

We will bring her goodness and fun.

 

Said the little slug to the townspeople,

"Do you hear what I hear?

Ringing through the sky, townspeople,

Do you hear what I hear?

A song, a song, sung for me and you,

With a voice coming from ole Jebu,

With a voice coming from ole Jebu.

 

Said the townspeople to Agent Scully,

"Do you know what I know?

On your little bed, Agent Scully,

Do you know what I know?

A Slug, a Slug slivers in your spine--

Let us make his god yours and mine,

Let us make his god yours and mine

 

 

I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day 

 with minimal changes

by JLDolphin

 

I heard the bells on Christmas Day

Their old familiar carols play.

And wild and sweet the words repeat

Of Peace on earth, good will to slugs.

 

I thought how as the day had come

The sliminess of all Sluggydom

He crawled along and sang his song

Of Peace on earth, good will to slugs.

 

And in despair, I bow'd my head:

"There is no peace on earth," I said,

"For hate is true and mocks Jebu,

Of Peace on earth, good will to slugs."

 

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep;

"Jebu is not dead, nor doth He sleep;

The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,

With Peace on earth, good will to slugs."  

 

 

O Jebuslug!

by Magdeleine

to the tune of "O Tannenbaum"

 

O Jebuslug, O Jebuslug

How gently wave your feelers

O Jebuslug, O Jebuslug

How gently wave your feelers

 

Not only in the desert fair

You soon will conquer everywhere!

O Jebuslug, O Jebuslug

How gently wave your feelers!

 

 

Out in the Bus Shed

by Magdeleine

to the tune of "Up on the Housetop"

 

Out in the bus shed, cultists fret;

Up jumps mean ol' John Doggett!

Down through the aisle skids the slug divine;

Doggett takes aim and blasts God (the swine!)

 

No no no, you shouldn't go

No no no, you shouldn't goooo

Out in the bus shed, shit shit shit

Dead is our Lord and the Feds have split.

 

First came the red-headed Fed M.D.

We stalled her car and she couldn't flee

She was reluctant to be the Host

So we had to tie her to all four bed-posts.

 

No no no, you shouldn't go

No no no, you shouldn't gooo

Out in the bus shed, shit shit shit

Dead is our Lord and the Feds have split.

 

Next came the man with the shiny gun,

Doggett the Antichrist, evil one!

He grabbed the Host and he killed our Slug

Then he ran off looking manly and smug.

 

No no no, you shouldn't go

NO no no, you shouldn't gooo

Out in the bus shed, shit shit shit

Dead is our Lord and the Feds have split.

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