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Pair of Brown Eyes, A by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa
One summer evening drunk for a spell
. . . I sat there nearly lifeless.
And old man in the corner sang
. . . about where the wood reeds grow.
And on strummer a fella sang
. . . about a thing called love.
And it's how you are kid
. . . and what's your name
. . . . And how would you bloody know.
In blood and death 'neath
. . . a screaming sky
. . . I lay down on the ground.
And the arms and legs of other men
. . . were scattered all around.
Some cursed some way'd,
. . . some way'd then cursed.
Then way'd then bled some more.
And the only thing that I could see
. . . was a pair of brown eyes
. . . that was looking at me.
But when we got back
. . . onna parts one to three
. . . there was no pair of brown eyes
. . . waiting for me.
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
. . . for a pair of brown eyes.
I looked at him he looked at me
. . . all I could do was hate him.
While May and Philomena sang
. . . of my elusive dreams.
I saw the desert, the rolling dune where
. . . his brown eyes were waiting.
And I thought about
. . . a pair of brown eyes
. . . that waited once for me.
So drunk for a spell I left the place
. . . sometimes crawling, sometimes walking.
A hungry sound came across the breeze
. . . so I gave the walls a talking.
And I heard the sounds of long ago
. . . from the old well.
And the birds were whistling
. . . in the trees
. . . Where Whira was gently laughing.Written by the Bard Kelinna HessaOne summer evening drunk for a spell
. . . I sat there nearly lifeless.
And old man in the corner sang
. . . about where the wood reeds grow.
And on strummer a fella sang
. . . about a thing called love.
And it's how you are kid
. . . and what's your name
....
Continue Reading...Ol' Callis by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa, based on a dwarven tale as first told by Kragendar Stonebelly.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa, based on a dwarven tale as first told by Kragendar Stonebelly.
Ol' Callis was a pikeman, pikeman, pikeman
. . . Work'd Stormways many years ago
At Upwards Gate or so it's said
. . . Watching strange folks walk to and fro
Ol' Callis was a guardin', guardin', guardin'
. . . On Drov's watch, a dead-late shift
A banging on the gate he hears
. . . By a figure not moving too swift
Ol' Callis did some thinkin', thinkin', thinkin'
. . . That night he'd do a good deed.
Opens the side-door for an ol' hag
. . . His orders he did not heed.
Ol' Callis was a watchin', watchin', watchin'
. . . The ol' crone tore end to end
A silt-flyer had attacked her
. . . For his aid he'd made a friend
Ol' Callis was a listenin', listenin', listenin'
. . . As the woman did impart
Ask him to find her sister
. . . With a gift box he did depart
Ol' Callis went a deliverin', deliverin', deliverin'
. . . With five hundred coins in his hand
He oath'd to keep the box shut
. . . It was the crone's only demand
Ol' Callis wandered homeways, homeways, homeways
. . . Fell asleep without his wife
She opened the gift box to find
. . . Men's parts severed by a knife.
Ol' Callis was a frettin', frettin', frettin'
. . . Skipped work that afternoon
Went to the Tavern of The Eye
. . . His task he'd finish soon.
Ol' Callis went a wanderin', wanderin', wanderin'
. . . The crone's sister he did find
She saw the box's seal broke
. . . Though old she was not blind
Ol' Callis left a runnin', runnin', runnin'
. . . He knew'd he had been bad
She scream'd and hollor'd curses
. . . The sister she was quite mad
Ol' Callis was a itchin', itchin', itchin'
. . . His manly parts he could not feel
It turn'd all black and fell off
. . . Now Ol' Callis speaks with a squealWritten by the Bard Kelinna Hessa, based on a dwarven tale as first told by Kragendar Stonebelly.Ol' Callis was a pikeman, pikeman, pikeman
. . . Work'd Stormways many years ago
At Upwards Gate or so it's said
. . . Watching strange folks walk to and fro
Ol' Callis was a guardin', guardin',...
Continue Reading...Message from the Old North Road, A by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Slightly modified version of the song by the bard Kelinna Hessa.
Written by the bard Kelinna Hessa
Was there ever a message sweeter . . . Than that one from the Old North Road,
>From a grim old fellow, you remember? . . . Dying in the dark on the Old North Road.
With his rough face turned a little, . . . On, a heap of scarlet sand,
They found him, just within the scrub, . . . With a drawing in his hand,
With a stained and crumpled drawing . . . Of a woman's aged face;
Yet there seemed to leap a wild entreaty, . . . Young and living-tender-from the face
When they flashed the lantern on it, . . . Gilding all the purple shade,
And stooped to raise him softly, . . . That's my mother, sir," he said.
"Tell her"-but he wandered, slipping . . . Into tangled words and cries,
Something about Kalb and Kockre, . . . Something dropping through the cries
About the songbird by the fire, . . . And mother's ginka-pies; and there
The words fell, and an utter . . . Silence brooded in the air.
Just as he was drifting from them, . . . Out into the dark, alone
Poor old mother, waiting for your message, . . . Waiting with the songbird, all alone.
Through the hush his voice broke, "Tell her . . . Thank you, Physician - when you can,
Tell her that I kissed her drawing, . . . And wished I'd been a better man."
Ah, I wonder if the red feet . . . Of departed battle-hours
May not leave for us their searching . . . Message from those distant hours.
Sisters, daughters, mothers, think you, . . . Would your heroes now or then,
Dying, kiss your hand-drawn faces, . . . Wishing they'd been better men?
Written by the bard Kelinna HessaWas there ever a message sweeter . . . Than that one from the Old North Road,
From a grim old fellow, you remember? . . . Dying in the dark on the Old
North Road.
With his rough face turned a little, . . . On, a heap of scarlet sand,
They found him, just...
Continue Reading...Mah Trusty Old Boot by Narffle
Added on May 2, 2005A man's boot takes him places.
I always walk with a limp 'cause I'm always missin'...
...mah trusty old boot and I'm always wishin'...
That I could somehow keep it on my feet!
Cause it's always droppin' in the worst places...
...fallin' whenever I take up my races...
...and it always gets me in a lotta heat.
Y'see there was a time when I went out wenchin'...
Had a fine girl, but her fingers weren't wrenchin'...
Her brothers came runnin' - she was screamin' out her mind!
So I ducked 'round a corner and we started off a runnin'...
Dodgin' all the slants - 'cause it was us they was a'huntin'...
...when I had a strange feelin' I'd left somethin' behind!
It...was...mah...trusty old boot with a big, bone buckle...
...smooth black leather, always gave me good luckle...
...I don't know a better pair e'er did be...
OH...it was mah trusty old boot with da thick, gray laces...
...always got me outta bad places...
...I just don't know what made it turn on me!
Der was this other time, when da templars were askin'
...bout some assassin who'd killed ole' man Baskin...
I swore up an' down that we'd just bought us a fresh pie!
But there was somethin' left that got them a'thinkin'...
...that I might look like a thug who'd been a'drinkin'...
...an' I know just what they found to think I'd lie!
It...was...mah...trusty old boot with a big, bone buckle...
...smooth black leather, always gave me good luckle...
...I don't know a better pair e'er did be...
OH...it was mah trusty old boot with da thick, gray laces...
...always got me outta bad places...
...I just don't know what made it turn on me!
So once I was doin' some chores for a man in a field,
mighty hot day, but a damn good yield,
had a young daughter, pretty as a woman could be!
Well, we were headed on home from a hard days workin'...
...but somethin' in the back'a mah head was a lurkin'...
...and I saw da farmer walkin' with his daughter toward me!
He said he found a nice boot with a big, bone buckle...
smooth black leather, all clean and no muckle...
Found 'dis boot with his daughter and a bottle'a wine!
He said, "It's a good old boot with some thick, gray laces..."
..."Mah daughter'll marry who's foot it paces..."
I said, "Well, sir, in that case - it looks like MINE!"
It...was...mah...trusty old boot with a big, bone buckle...
...smooth black leather, always gave me good luckle...
...I don't know a better pair e'er did be...
OH...it was mah trusty old boot with da thick, gray laces...
...always got me outta bad places...
...but every once an' awhile it let me be!I always walk with a limp 'cause I'm always missin'......mah trusty old boot and I'm always wishin'...
That I could somehow keep it on my feet!
Cause it's always droppin' in the worst places...
...fallin' whenever I take up my races...
...and it always gets me in a lotta heat.
Y'see there was...
Continue Reading...Lookin' Fer My Love by Narffle
Added on May 2, 2005A man goes to town looking for love.
O - 'round the hills and 'round the sands, I searched for a lovely young lady's hand...
...grabbed my sword and I grabbed my kank, emptied my bladder and I emptied my bank.
So out I rode inta the deep dark sands, with borrowed boots and indebted hands...
looking for a woman who'd take me in, or at least to a bar or a decent inn.
I came to the first town, walls quite high, women in their teens showin' me a little thigh...
...rode on into town and tethered my beast, I was lookin' mighty sharp - I'd say at least!
So I found me a girl they called Big Ole' Beth - with a chin full'a hair and a dragon's breath!
She wasn't too bad, if you liked 'em hairy - but not the kinda girl you'd -choose- ta marry.
(whispered to the crowd) If ya know what I mean.
So I tracked down a woman called Screamin' Sue, with a name like that she'd surely do!
If wasn't 'till after we'd knocked the boots, that it wasn't during sex that she'd let her voice loose!
(whispered to the crowd) If ya know what I mean.
So the next day I saw Smoooooth Careena, had ta blink my eyes ta make sure I'd seen'a!
But when she laid on down, like a sweet ole' tune - I tried to slip in, but there wasn't quite room!
(whispered to the crowd) If ya know what I mean.
So I rode back inta those deep dark sands, forgot my boots and I washed my hands...
of all them women who'd taken me in, in the bar, in the dark - in the decent inn.
I finally got home, no money to my name - and I sat by the bar lookin' like a poor shame.
When a lady walked by and she grabbed my 'broom' - drug me down the old road and into a room.
She said, "Boy, I never knew when you'd show - I've been waitin' for you ALL day, you know!"
I said, "You know you're the only one in my life, my love, my heart, my dear old wife!"
(whispered, with a wink) If ya know what I mean.O - 'round the hills and 'round the sands, I searched for a lovely young lady's hand......grabbed my sword and I grabbed my kank, emptied my bladder and I emptied my bank.
So out I rode inta the deep dark sands, with borrowed boots and indebted hands...
looking for a woman who'd take me in, or...
Continue Reading...Lookin' Fer a Little Fun' by Narffle
Added on May 2, 2005A man goes into town looking for some fun.
I rode into town with a terrible frown, I was looking for some fun that night.
When I saw a few men walking toward a wood pen, they was stablin' down their kanks alright.
So I said, "Hey man, with the pretty good tan - where ya go ta get a drink 'rond here?"
And he shifted his feet, thumbed on down the street an' said, "Black Hell Pits has da beer!"
It was da biggest, baddest place ya e'er seen in yer life! Painted black and lit by the sun.
There must'a been fifty folks goin' inside - and I figured I'd make fifty-one...
I pushed open the door, moved over the floor as I made my way on to the bar,
So many pretty lookin' women that I felt like I was swimmin' - an' it didn't seem ta matter you ya are.
So I ordered some flame, and the women came - they were pawnin' at me like they knew.
That I was the best damn lover, fighter, somethin'-of-an-other - this side'a da Gol Krathu...
It was da biggest, baddest place ya e'er seen in yer life! Ladies moving upstairs with the sun.
There must'a been fourty fellas goin' upstairs - and I figured I'd make fourty-one...
Well, I opened da door and a little bit more, I was havin' me a damn good time.
These girls were workin' the buttons on my jerkin, they were pourin' me a few glasses'a wine.
An' when bed was shakin' and the boards all quakin' - I heard a big shout down the stairs,
So I grabbed my clothes, why? who the krath knows - but I raced to join all the stares...
It was da biggest, baddest place ya e'er seen in yer life! Fellas fightin' like it was all fun.
There must'a been thirty fellas fightin' downstairs - and I figured I'd make thirty-one...
Guess I jumped down below and started to go, they were in for a one-man storm!
So energetic, my gloves were magnetic - punchin' folks 'till they got all worn.
Den da soldiers came in with a big ole' grin - and they started draggin' folks to the street.
I got hit in the mouth and went down south, but I managed to keep on mah feet.
It was da biggest, baddest place ya e'er seen in yer life! Folks streamin' toward the door in a run.
There must'a been twenty fellas jumpin' through windows - and I figured I'd make twenty-one...
O - it was da biggest, baddest place ya e'er seen in yer life! Blood flowin' like bottles'a wine!
That's when I caught a purty lass fleein' da scene, but dat's a whole 'nother story'a mine...I rode into town with a terrible frown, I was looking for some fun that night.When I saw a few men walking toward a wood pen, they was stablin' down their kanks alright.
So I said, "Hey man, with the pretty good tan - where ya go ta get a drink 'rond here?"
And he shifted his feet, thumbed on...
Continue Reading...Longshanks Windspear by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa, based on a story first told by Kragendar Stonebelly
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa, based on a story first told byKragendar Stonebelly
They call him K'lek N'gar, Longshanks Windspear,
No one known here, has caused so much fear,
And we know K'lek N'gar, lives in a land full of anger,
Running all around, the dry desert there!
Everyone detests, that leader of the gith,
Ever so hateful, he struck Krag forthwith,
Stabbed him right here, with a jagged spear,
And pulling clear, Krag's flesh did adhere!
They call him K'lek N'gar, Longshanks Windspear,
No one known here, has caused so much fear,
And we know K'lek N'gar, lives in a land full of anger,
Running all around, the dry desert there!Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa, based on a story first told byKragendar StonebellyThey call him K'lek N'gar, Longshanks Windspear,
No one known here, has caused so much fear,
And we know K'lek N'gar, lives in a land full of anger,
Running all around, the dry desert there!
Everyone detests,...
Continue Reading...Long Black Veil by Bakha
Added on May 2, 2005Based on a traditional folksong.
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed, 'neath Lirathu's light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me
The Templar said son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife
Chorus
She walks these dunes in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
Oh, the blade's raised high and eternity's near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But late at night, when Whira moans
In a long black veil, she cries over my bones
Chorus
She walks these dunes in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me
Ten years ago, on a cold dark nightSomeone was killed, 'neath Lirathu's light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me
The Templar said son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word,...
Continue Reading...Little Party, A by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Kuraci drinking song.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa
Oh, we had a little party down in Red Storm,
. . . There was Mosert, there was me, and the other fellar made three.
Oh, we had a little party down in Red Storm,
. . . And we had to carry Mosert before he was dessert.
Oh, we had to carry Mosert through the desert,
. . . And we had to carry him to the Outpost.
And the reason that we had to carry Mosert through the desert,
. . . Was that Mosert couldn't carry anymore.
For Kurac, for Kurac,
. . .The Post resounds the cry, we're out to do or die.
For Kurac, for Kurac,
. . . We'll win the fight or know the reason why.
And when the fight is over we will buy a bunch of booze,
. . . And we'll drink to Kurac 'til we wallow in our shoes.
So drink, tra-la-la
. . . Drink, drank, drunk last night
Drunk the night before
. . . Gonna get drunk tonight like we've never been drunk before
'Cause when I'm drunk I'm as happy as can be
. . . For I'm happy I'm a working for the Kurac family
Oh, the Kurac family is the best family
. . . That ever that even did see the Silt Sea.
There's the Salarr and Kadian,
. . . And just forget the fucken Byn.
Sing Glorious! Victorious!
. . . One barrel of beer for the four of us.
Sing Glory be to Kurac that there ain't no more of us,
. . . For one of us could drink it all alone,
Here's to the Kurac. Dead drunk!
. . . What lucky we to be
. . . With the Kurac family,
And a six bottles of booze
. . . . That we can't refuse!
Written by the Bard Kelinna HessaOh, we had a little party down in Red Storm,
. . . There was Mosert, there
was me, and the other fellar made three.
Oh, we had a little party down in Red Storm,
. . . And we had to carry Mosert before he was dessert.
Oh, we had to carry Mosert through the...
Continue Reading...Knocking Boots by Barzalene
Added on May 2, 2005Traditional Folksong.
Well, I know my baby love me,
But sometimes he's got to roam
Ye-e-e-es,
I said I know my baby loves me,
But sometimes he's got to roam.
Been walking through the desert,
Going to bring my honey home.
Walking the desert,
Got me a new pair boots
Walking out in the desert,
Got me a new pair of boots.
I could walk forever,
These are walking shoes
Went to the Kuraci
Cause I had to get it right.
I went to the Kuraci,
Cause I had to get it right
I'll be walking through the desert
In the hot harsh old daylight
Bought a Kurac tent
Cause my baby got to sleep
Got a Kurac pack
Cause my baby got to eat
Bought a sandcloth duster
I don't know where he may be
And I bought these boots
Soon he'll be knocking boots with me
Walking the desert,
Got me a new pair boots
Walking out in the desert,
Got me a new pair of boots.
I could walk forever,
These are Kuraci shoesWell, I know my baby love me,But sometimes he's got to roam
Ye-e-e-es,
I said I know my baby loves me,
But sometimes he's got to roam.
Been walking through the desert,
Going to bring my honey home.
Walking the desert,
Got me a new pair boots
Walking out in the desert,
Got me a new pair of...
Continue Reading...Jug of Mead, A by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Traditonal folksong.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa
One evening on the day of Nekrete . . . As I was sitting resting my feet
A small bird was restin' on a loreshi reed. . . And the song he sang . . . was "The Jug Of Mead."
(whistles along with the melody for two bars)
What more diversion can a lass desire? . . . Than to sit herself down by an alehouse fire
Upon his knee a man she can need . . . And upon the table a jug of mead.
(whistles along with the melody for two bars)
Let the physicians come with all their art . . . They'll make no impression upon my heart
Even a cripple forgets his plead . . . When he's snug outside of a jug of mead.
(whistles along with the melody for two bars)
And if I get drunk, well, me money's me own . . . And them don't like me they can leave me alone
I'll chune me strummer and I'll rosin me bow . . . And I'll be welcome . . . wherever I go.
(whistles along with the melody for two bars)
And when I'm dead and in my grave . . . No costly stones will I crave
Just lay me down near my sweet . . . With a jug of mead at my head and feet.Written by the Bard Kelinna HessaOne evening on the day of Nekrete . . . As I was sitting resting my feet
A small bird was restin' on a loreshi reed. . . And the song he sang . . .
was "The Jug Of Mead."
(whistles along with the melody for two bars)
What more diversion can a lass desire? . ....
Continue Reading...If You Want Me by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Two strangers meet and go home together.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa
He sits alone waitin' for suggestions . . . She's so anxious avoidin' all the questions.
Her lips are dry his heart is racin' . . . Don't you just know 'xactly what they're thinkin'.
If you want me and you think you're ready . . . come on darlin' let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me . . . come on darlin' tell me so.
She's acting shy looking for an answer, . . . Come on darlin', let's spend the night together,
Now hold on a while, before we go much further, . . . Give me time so I can tell my mother,
They walk slow to her new apartment, . . . At last she can tell him exactly what her heart meant.
If you want me and you think you're ready . . . come on darlin' let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me . . . come on darlin' tell me so.
Her heart's beating like a drum . . . 'cause at last she's got her lad home Relax darlin' now we are alone . . . Oh.
They wake at dawn 'cause all the birds are singing, . . . Two total strangers but that ain't what they're thinking.
Outside it's hot and windy, the sands a storming, . . . They got each other and no one's complaining,
He says I'm sorry but I'm out of wine and fancy, . . . Never mind darlin' I don't think your chancy.
If you want me and you think you're ready . . . come on darlin' let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me . . . come on darlin' tell me so.
If you really, really, really, really need me . . . just let me know
If you want me and you think you're ready . . . come on darlin' let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me . . . come on darlin' tell me so.Written by the Bard Kelinna HessaHe sits alone waitin' for suggestions . . . She's so anxious avoidin' all the
questions.
Her lips are dry his heart is racin' . . . Don't you just know 'xactly what
they're thinkin'.
If you want me and you think you're ready . . . come on darlin' let me know.
Continue Reading... Gal Ya Don't Meet every Day, A by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005A female bard asks bystanders to buy her a drink.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa
Oh, my name is Kel Hessa, . . . I'm a canny gal, . . . and roving young lass I've been.
So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me, . . . I'm a gal you don't meet every day.
I have no land, I have no men of command, . . . I have never have any coins to spare.
So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me, . . . I'm a gal you don't meet every day.
So come fill up my glass with whisky and wine. . . . What ever it costs, You can pay.
So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me, . . . I'm a gal you don't meet every day.
Oh, I took up my kank, and him I did lose, . . . all down in the Grey Forest.
So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me, . . . I'm a gal you don't meet every day.
So come fill up my glass with whisky and wine. . . . What ever it costs You can pay.
So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me, . . . I'm a gal you don't meet every day.
So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me, . . . I'm a gal you don't meet every day.
Written by the Bard Kelinna HessaOh, my name is Kel Hessa, . . . I'm a canny gal, . . . and roving young lass
I've been.
So be easy and free, when you're drinking with me, . . . I'm a gal you don't
meet every day.
I have no land, I have no men of command, . . . I have never have any coins
to...
Continue Reading...Finding a Man by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005A woman recalls her finding a man.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa
Through a market, I wandered and strayed
That I'd find me a man I might have some day.
Well, I never dreamed when I strayed that way
That the man I longed for was standing there.
When he held me in his arms that night,
I held him close, and I held him tight.
And I swore that day forth, I'd love him all of me life.
When he held me in his arms that night.
He smelled of the sweetest perfumed skin.
And I admit it now it drew me in
Oh, his voice charmed me so I could not disobey.
Every word was a dream that swept me away.
Oh, the market became a more beautiful place
The flowers more fragrant, and the clothing all lace.
And his eyes, oh, his eyes! They begged me to stay
But alas, after twenty something years later, I don't regret that day.
Written by the Bard Kelinna HessaThrough a market, I wandered and strayed
That I'd find me a man I might have some day.
Well, I never dreamed when I strayed that way
That the man I longed for was standing there.
When he held me in his arms that night,
I held him close, and I held him tight.
Continue Reading... Fightin' Man! by Narffle
Added on May 2, 2005Traditional boistering tale of a warrior.
Sit back in yer chair, grab a big ale - cause yer in fer a treat, a mighty big tale...
...the greatest warrior ever to be, a'course you know we're talkin' about me...
So there I was fightin' one lone 'tok, nuthin' in my hands but a big ole' rock...
...swingin' it up and swingin' it down, about ten leagues outta town...
Oh - this is the tale of a humble man! With a so-so blade, and a slow right hand!
Runnin o'er the lands chasin' down my fate, drinkin' down a little wine, lookin' for the perfect mate.
So there I was fightin' two big tembo, my scimitars blazin' an' my legs akimbo...
...swingin' it left and swingin' it right, about twelve leagues outta sight...
Oh - this is the tale of a decent man! With a fair 'nuff blade, and a better right hand!
Runnin o'er the lands chasin' down my fate, drinkin' down some more wine, lookin' for a pretty mate.
So there I was fightin' three damn carru, shootin' my bow like a Blacking Heru,
...arrows in the thigh, arrows in the chest, about fourteen leagues out toward the west...
Oh - this is the tale of a fightin' man! With a pretty good blade and good right hand!
Runnin' o'er the lands chasin' down my fate, drinkin' down a lotta wine, lookin' fer a decent mate.
So there I was fightin' four black kryl, swingin' down my axe - seekin' out the quick kill!
...choppin' all o'er that dity thing's shell, about sixteen leagues from the old town bell...
Oh - this is the tale of warrior man! With a master's blade and damn fine hand!
Runnin' o'er the lands chasin' down my fate, drinkin' too much wine, lookin' fer any ole' mate.
So there I was fightin' a five-headed dragon, nothin' in my hand 'cept a half-full flagon,
...sloshin' to the left and sloshin' to rhe right, outdrank that dragon twenty leagues outta sight.
Oh - this is the tale of hero man! With a legendary blade and a strong right hand!
Sittin' in the bar, drinkin' down his fate, with his breath like wine, just lookin' fer a date.
Final Chorus
Yes - this is the tale of a hero man! With a legendary blade and a strong right hand!
Drinkin' all day and singin' all night, and this is where the tale ends, all right.Sit back in yer chair, grab a big ale - cause yer in fer a treat, a mighty big tale......the greatest warrior ever to be, a'course you know we're talkin' about me...
So there I was fightin' one lone 'tok, nuthin' in my hands but a big ole' rock...
...swingin' it up and swingin' it down, about...
Continue Reading...Eyes Like a Duskhorn Doe's by Morninglight
Added on May 2, 2005Traditional love song.
Chorus:
The wind may blow high, the wind may blow low,
The storm may blow wherever it goes,
But all the better, I'll feel no woe,
For my love's got eyes like a duskhorn doe's.
Through the darkest night and the brightest day,
I could stare forever into your eyes.
I'd give all my possessions with you to stay,
I swear to you, my dear, these are no lies.
Tell me that you feel the same way, my love,
Else my heart will break and I will perish.
Tell me that your love's broad as the skies above,
And that I'm the one that you cherish.
Dream of me while in bed you are sleeping,
And I shall do the very same in mine.
For my love I give into your keeping,
My sweetheart with the eyes so deep and fine.Chorus:The wind may blow high, the wind may blow low,
The storm may blow wherever it goes,
But all the better, I'll feel no woe,
For my love's got eyes like a duskhorn doe's.
Through the darkest night and the brightest day,
I could stare forever into your eyes.
I'd give all my possessions...
Continue Reading...Evil Tregil Song, The by Yang
Added on May 2, 2005Song for children about the evil tregil under their bed.
Composed by Gwenno Konviwedu
Three Evil Tregils underneath my bed,
One came out, said he'd eat my head!
Momma psied the bard to set her straight:
"No telling Evil Tregil stories to keep my kids up late!"
Two Evil Tregils underneath my bed,
One rose up and looked undead!
Momma cursed the bard who sang this tune:
"Ain't nothin' like those tregil in my baby's room.."
One Evil Tregil underneath my bed.
Never seen an Evil Tregil like the bard said!
Momma don't believe in creatures she's never seen.
Don't prove that Evil Tregils is anythin' but mean, mean, mean!Composed by Gwenno KonviweduThree Evil Tregils underneath my bed,
One came out, said he'd eat my head!
Momma psied the bard to set her straight:
"No telling Evil Tregil stories to keep my kids up late!"
Two Evil Tregils underneath my bed,
One rose up and looked undead!
Momma cursed the...
Continue Reading...Don't Take Your Sword to Town by Bakha
Added on May 2, 2005Based on a traditional folksong, the story of a young boy who goes to town to become a man.
A young scrubhopper named Gil
Grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust
Who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out;
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't take your sword to town."
He sang a song as on he rode,
His sword hung at his hips
He rode into a spice town,
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his obsidian down
But his mother's words echoed again;
Refrain:
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't take your sword to town."
He smoked his first spice then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself at last he had become a man
A dusty outrider at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mother's words;
Refrain:
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't take your sword to town."
Gil was raged by spice and reached for his sword to draw
But the stranger drew his sword and struck before Gil even saw
As he fell to the floor the crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words;
Refrain:
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't take your sword to town."
A young scrubhopper named GilGrew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wanderlust
Who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out;
"Don't take your sword to town, son
Leave your sword at home, Gil
Don't...
Continue Reading...Carry On by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Song celebrating life as a T'zai Byn Mercenary.
Written by the Bard Kelinna Hessa
When there ain't no gal to kiss you,
And the courier seems to miss you,
And you've lost your uniform issue . . . Carry on.
When ye've got an empty belly,
And the 'trines are rotten smelly,
And you're shivering with your felly . . . Carry on.
When the gith has done your chum in,
And your sergeant's sittin' hummin',
And there ain't no rations comin' . . . Carry on.
When the world is red and reeking,
And the gith are loudly shrieking,
And your blood is slowly leaking . . . Carry on.
When yer lips lacks all quenches,
And ya look like the bloody butchers' benches,
And the air is thick with stenches . . . Carry on.
Carry on, . . . Though your pals are pale and wan,
nd the hope of life is gone, . . . Carry on.
For to do more than you can, . . . Is to be a real man,
Not a rotten also-ran . . . Carry on.Written by the Bard Kelinna HessaWhen there ain't no gal to kiss you,
And the courier seems to miss you,
And you've lost your uniform issue . . . Carry on.
When ye've got an empty belly,
And the 'trines are rotten smelly,
And you're shivering with your felly . . . Carry on.
When the gith has...
Continue Reading...Kryl Colored by WilliamCarr
Added on May 2, 2005Colored version of the Kryl Sketch.
Armageddon Intro by WilliamCarr
Added on May 2, 2005Flash animation providing an advertisement-like introduction to Armageddon
Shy by Aliahna
Added on May 1, 2005Character portrait of a 'rinthi.
Cold Black Walls by Grog
Added on May 1, 2005Love song, lamenting a love within the cold black walls.
No love for cold black walls
Rats in prison, laws on men's mind.
Fat merchants rob their brother blind,
While templar' boots grind little souls.
My love is here, now water flows.
She never ran moon-kissed skies
Never felt wind on a still day
Nor danced with sand 'tween her toes,
Her breath in tune to her heartbeat
Set in obsidian walls
Pale white skin, and a head of flame,
With sapphire knifes did part a cord
That stole away all doubt and shame.
Sandstorm of lust and life's discord.
She never ran from dusk till dawn
Never felt the storm's sandy kiss
Nor danced at edge of sharp teeth
Her breath in tune to her heartbeat
Inside krath-touched walls
Saw the cities sharp edged joy
In love's pale arms, her wooden toy.
Life here sings a different song,
My love is there, where she belongs
She never ran moon-kissed skies
Never felt wind on a still day
Nor danced with sand 'tween her toes,
Her breath in tune to her heartbeat
I had never ran a maze of stone
Never felt the crowds hold me close
Nor danced on the rooftop road
My breath in tune to her heartbeat.
Inside those cold black walls
No love for cold black wallsRats in prison, laws on men's mind.
Fat merchants rob their brother blind,
While templar' boots grind little souls.
My love is here, now water flows.
She never ran moon-kissed skies
Never felt wind on a still day
Nor danced with sand 'tween her toes,
Her breath in...
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