Original Submissions by Rhyden of type 'Songs'
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Singin' in the Shade
Added on Oct 28, 2006A lively street stong by an unknown Tuluki bard.
Singin' in the shade, the skies begin to fade,
My day's already made, cause I'm singin' in the shade.
When times get tough, I'll sing some stuff,
Singin' in the shade, 'till they've had enough.
They'll all clap along, while I sing my song,
Singin' in the shade, nothing can be wrong.
Singin' in the shade, the skies begin to fade,
My day's already made, cause I'm singin' in the shade.
Strumming every string, we'll all begin to sing,
Singin' in the shade, for the great Sun King.
Sing from night 'till day, I'll just sing away,
Singin' in the shade, what do ya say? I'll say…
Singin' in the shade, the skies begin to fade,
My day's already made, cause I'm singin' in the shade.
If times get real bad, just don't get mad,
Singin' in the shade, good times to be had.
Where ya might just be, sing along with me,
We're singin in the shade, music is the key.
We're singin' in the shade, the skies begin to fade,
Our day's already made, and we're singin' in the shade.
We're singin' in the shade…
Just singin' in the shade…
Singin' in the shade.Singin' in the shade, the skies begin to fade,
My day's already made, cause I'm singin' in the shade.
When times get tough, I'll sing some stuff,
Singin' in the shade, 'till they've had enough.
They'll all clap along, while I sing my song,
Singin' in the shade, nothing can be wrong.
Singin' in...
Continue Reading...Lost in the Stinging Sands
Added on Oct 28, 2006A sad song about a lost, dying hunter by an unknown Tuluki bard.
There's a place, not far away, the sun, the moon, a quiet place...
Why can't I get there, to this place, the sun, the moon, a quiet place?
Lost in all the stinging sands...
Lost in all the stinging sands.
The winds pick up, sand all around, the hot, the dry and swirling sands…
Why can't I get there, to this place, the sun, the moon, a quiet place?
Lost in all the stinging sands...
Lost in all the stinging sands.
Time goes by, but sands still fly, now blind, now lost, I cannot see…
Why can't I get there, to this place, the sun, the moon, a quiet place?
Lost in all the stinging sands...
Lost in all the stinging sands.
Now it's dark, it's hard to breathe, the pain, the thirst, there's nothing
left…
Why can't I get there, to this place, the sun, the moon, a quiet place?
Lost in all the stinging sands...
Lost in all the stinging sands.
There's a place, not far away, the sun, the moon, a quiet place…
Why can't I get there, to this place, the sun, the moon, a quiet place?
Lost in the stinging sands…
Forever in the stinging sands.
There's a place, not far away, the sun, the moon, a quiet place...
Why can't I get there, to this place, the sun, the moon, a quiet place?
