Original Submissions by Bebop of type 'Songs'
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Double Circle Darkness
Added on Jul 11, 2012A song composed and sang by Sergeant Buckle Irofel before exile and after, usually substituting the "I" in the song to the name of some other bar patron (usually someone scrawny or sweet) to give the grim song a sense of playfulness.
When the sands and I come to claim you
I hope you shall prepare
For I shall show no mercy
When I smell blood in the air
My eye is on my prey now
There is little point in running
The stride of your beast of burden
Is of no consequence to my cunning
The night is falling all around you
Darkness and I are not far behind
The sands are an ally to finality
And there is no man Death doesn't find
It is quiet unfortunate for you
To be dealing with the likes of me
My blade is something seen by many
But something none have lived to see
If you knew what was approaching
You would take your odds with a tainted meal
Than chance a dance, in the sand
With the Moons and myself at your heel
So one last word of precaution
A warning should you choose to heed it
If you see me pray for luck
'Cause when I come, you're going to need itWhen the sands and I come to claim you
I hope you shall prepare
For I shall show no mercy
When I smell blood in the air
My eye is on my prey now
There is little point in running
The stride of your beast of burden
Is of no consequence to my cunning
The night is falling all around you
Darkness and I are...
Continue Reading...Solace in Sound
Added on Sep 7, 2008A song written and performed by Sergeant Buckle Irofel, during exile.
No solace have I found
When I trod unfamiliar ground
An agony so profound
It seeks to end me
The only peace that I find
Waits in sound …
The stroke of my lute
The piercing lilt of the flute
The cry of the guitar
Oh how I miss the whistling samovar!
My solace... lies in sound.
The violin it weeps
The drum's leather it creaks
I’ll lift my voice to sing
As the bells so clearly ring!
For my only solace... lies in sound.
No! There’s no peace that I have found
Knowing you've gone into the ground
It's an agony so profound … It seeks to end me
The melody of song
It's what keeps me going on
For every beat and measure
Gives me the smallest pleasure
It's for you that I compose
Though you can't hear me now I know
But I'll raise voice and cup for you
Until the sands come claim me too!
For my solace... lies in sound
No solace have I found
When I trod unfamiliar ground
An agony so profound
It seeks to end me
The only peace that I find
Waits in sound …
The stroke of my lute
The piercing lilt of the flute
The cry of the guitar
Oh how I miss the whistling samovar!
My solace... lies in...
Continue Reading...Fate Decides
Added on Sep 7, 2008A song of Fate composed by Buckle Irofel.
I'll sing you a song of a man if you listen
Oh if you listen I've the story to tell…
He never had any grace to fall from
Only dirt filled the bottom of his well
From the day he breathed breath into his lungs now
It was almost to much then to take
Death crusted the streets that he walked down
Before he started it was already to late
When the dawn rose for me he was leaving
To go where that's not something I could say
He always had his backed turned to something
Took names and hearts to gamble away
But do you think he could out run it?
Keep pace from all of these debts that he fled
Like a vengeful beast it all stalked him
Tearing at the leash of time to get ahead
It finally descended upon him
As all men are suspect to time
The history he had created in life
Was no match when Fate chose to unwind!
Fate deals us our cards, rolls us the dice
Plots us like an izdari game
Is it Fate, is it luck who is to say?
For it took his heart and his name!
Well Fate didn't know, but I'll tell it to you
My secret of this story I send
This man had his, because he found respite
For he was remembered do the game came to an end!
I'll sing you a song of a man if you'll listen
Oh, if you listen I have the story to tell..
He never had any grace to fall from
But I loved him and I loved him well
I'll sing you a song of a man if you listen
Oh if you listen I've the story to tell…
He never had any grace to fall from
Only dirt filled the bottom of his well
From the day he breathed breath into his lungs now
It was almost to much then to take
Death crusted the streets that he walked...
Continue Reading...
