Original Submissions by Sanvean of type 'Songs'
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Ladies Love a Stone Mage, The
Added on Feb 2, 2005The verses of this song normally come in no particular order, and in fact, the song is often used as a contest, the trick being to continue coming up with new verses with the appropriate double entendres
(Chorus)
Oh, some men love a wind witch, because she'll never touch the ground.
And others like a water witch, with one they'll e'er be found.
And some men like a fire witch, though she'll keep them on their guard,
But the ladies like a stone mage, for he'll always keep it hard.
Oh, once I loved a wind mage,
eyes like a duskhorn doe,
And oh, I truly loved her,
for the way she knew to blow.
Oh, once I loved a fire mage,
though we fought and fought and fought.
And oh, I loved my fire mage,
for she was always hot.
Oh, once I loved a water mage,
for days and days and days,
And oh, I loved my water mage,
for all her slippery ways.
Oh, once I loved a templar tall,
her braids worn in a crown.
And oh, I loved my templar best,
when she had me kneeling down.
Oh, once I loved a Kadian lass,
she gave it to me for free,
And oh, I loved my Kadian lass,
when she was paying -me-.
Oh, once I loved an Oash wench,
in bed we'd freely play.
And if I wore my fake elf ears,
she'd love me all the day.
Oh, once I loved a Reynolte proud,
a lady through and through.
And oh, I loved my Reynolte proud,
for the common things she'd do.
Oh, once I loved a Faleish girl,
though could never call her nice.
Her philosophy was quite unique,
She did -everything- with spice.
Oh, once I loved an Azia girl,
all dressed in white and blue.
She completely stole my heart away,
and then my moneybelt too.
Oh, once I loved an Asenn girl,
all dressed in white and blue.
She lay me down and raised me up,
and then we began anew.
(Chorus)Oh, some men love a wind witch, because she'll never touch the ground.
And others like a water witch, with one they'll e'er be found.
And some men like a fire witch, though she'll keep them on their guard,
But the ladies like a stone mage, for he'll always keep it hard.
Oh, once I...
Continue Reading...An Oash Lord
Added on Feb 2, 2005This song sprang up in Allanak, and is common in the Labyrinth there. On rare and furtive occasions, it's been heard in the Gaj. The reference to Lawrence of Oash places it, timewise.
Ah, a new Lord of Oash, we wish him all the best,
And praise him to the skies, along with all the rest.
But, oh, new Lord of Oash, we hope you surely know,
All the ins and outs of Lording, the noble quid pro quo.
We urge Lawrence for example, since he's a fearsome Lord,
As long as he lifts a winecup, rather than the sword.
For sitting in the Inn, we know he has no match,
So you might sit and watch him, clues from him to catch.
He'll teach you how to drink, and after women chase,
Though they generally run too fast for him in that specific race.
And how to be ineffectual.. Oh! and how to bully elves,
Such complicated matters, in nobility to dwell.
Ah, a new Lord of Oash, we wish him all the best,And praise him to the skies, along with all the rest.
But, oh, new Lord of Oash, we hope you surely know,
All the ins and outs of Lording, the noble quid pro quo.
We urge Lawrence for example, since he's a fearsome Lord,
As long as he lifts a...
Continue Reading...Oash, They are Hiring, The
Added on Feb 2, 2005An Allanaki song. References to events of the time seem to place this song's origin pretty clearly within the last century.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, and that is no surprise.
For they're always needing guardwork, and carpenters, and spies.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, you're sure to find employ,
No matter your qualifications, or if you're mul, or girl, or boy.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, and richly they will pay,
As long as you are standing, and breathe throughout the day.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, I've said it's no surprise,
But let me amend my statement, for this is my surmise...
When the Oash they are hiring, they look for a certain kind,
A tricksome clever type, with a peculiar twist of mind.
For when the Oash are hiring, they'll put you to the test,
For they are pridesome stiffnecked folk, and only want the best.
So when the Oash are hiring, and looking hard to buy,
Your best bet for working with them is to be a gypsy spy.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, and that is no surprise.For they're always needing guardwork, and carpenters, and spies.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, you're sure to find employ,
No matter your qualifications, or if you're mul, or girl, or boy.
Oh, the Oash they are hiring, and richly they will...
Continue Reading...Once I Loved the Wind
Added on Feb 2, 2005The wind, one of Zalanthas's constants, is a favored motif in folk songs. This song, once popular, has fallen out of favor, perhaps due to its overtones of elementalism.
Once I loved the wind, and loved to hear it sing,
Blowing through the canyons, light as feathered wing.
Once I loved the wind, and then it went away.
Once I loved the wind.
Twice I loved a flame, and it kept me warm,
And flared forth in danger, warding off all harm.
Twice I loved a flame, and each time it went away.
Twice I loved a flame.
Thrice I loved the water, loved its silent gleam,
Sweet and cool as laughter, crystal and pristine.
Thrice I loved the water, each time it slipped away.
Thrice I loved the water.
Countless times I loved the Land, where it stood beneath my feet,
Steady there it held me, and whispered silence sweet.
Countless time I loved the Land, and it never went away.
I'll always love the Land.
Once I loved the wind, and loved to hear it sing,Blowing through the canyons, light as feathered wing.
Once I loved the wind, and then it went away.
Once I loved the wind.
Twice I loved a flame, and it kept me warm,
And flared forth in danger, warding off all harm.
Twice I loved a flame, and...
Continue Reading...Silver Wheel, The
Added on Feb 2, 2005Of unknown origin, and perhaps originally appearing in a somewhat different form, this song has been used to advertise the casino in Luirs.
Tell me your dream, and I'll sing it for you,
In soft lilting lyrics, while the stars shine above,
Fame, wealth or glory, or the purest of loves,
There at the Wheel, I'll sing it for you.
Tell me your love, and I'll sing them for you,
Fairer by far than they ever were true,
And that first fleeting moment, Ill spin it anew,
There at the Wheel, I'll sing them for you.
Tell me your hope, and I'll sing it for you,
Be you hero or villain, or somewhat in between,
For everyone has one, some small secret dream,
Here at the Wheel, I'll sing it for you.
Tell me your desire, I'll sing it for you,
A bold ballad of bravery, or love tune so sweet,
Or the merriest of melodies, to set dancing your feet,
There at the Wheel, I'll sing it for you.
Tell me your dream, and I'll sing it for you,In soft lilting lyrics, while the stars shine above,
Fame, wealth or glory, or the purest of loves,
There at the Wheel, I'll sing it for you.
Tell me your love, and I'll sing them for you,
Fairer by far than they ever were true,
And that first...
Continue Reading...What's a Zeina to Do?
Added on Feb 2, 2005Clearly of Tan Muark origin, this somewhat self-congratulatory song celebrates their cleverness.
Oh, my, what's a Zeina to do?
Lirathu's been stolen and red Jihae too.
And a templar a-scowling wants to chop me in two...
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh my, what's a Zeina to do?
When accused of a-stealing moons numbering two?
By a hard hearted templar, all dressed in blue...
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh, my, what's a Zeina to do?
I don't have the moons, and I'm quite frightened too...
I could look for an elf and say 'I blame it on you!'
But no elves in sight, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh, my, I know what I'll do...
I'll ask some large ransom for white Lirathu...
And skip out with the sid, ere the dawn comes anew...
Oh, my, that's what a clever Zeina would do.
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
The weather has cleared, and the moons shining through....
My clever plan's shattered, I must find something new!
'cause, for a Zeina, there's always -something- to do.
Oh, my, what's a Zeina to do?Lirathu's been stolen and red Jihae too.
And a templar a-scowling wants to chop me in two...
Oh, woe, what's a Zeina to do?
Oh my, what's a Zeina to do?
When accused of a-stealing moons numbering two?
By a hard hearted templar, all dressed in blue...
Oh, woe,...
Continue Reading...Wind Blows Over the Plains, The
Added on Feb 2, 2005This plaintive love song is a favorite among nomads and Northlanders, and is a standard of most bards' repertoires.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
... softly, softly....
And the tall grass bends, and the low trees too....
And all the while my heart's out there,
... wandering, wandering....
Looking for something by the name of you.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
...wildly, wildly....
And the nighthawks screech and the wild kanks too.
And all that while, my heart's out there
.. calling, calling....
Looking for something by the name of you.
And the wind blows to and the wind blows fro,
And my heart's held in my hand,
And the wind blows warm, the wind blows cold,
As I look for a place to stand.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
... always, always....
And the dry sand blows, and the red dust too.
And all that while my heart's out there,
.. lonely, lonely....
Looking and searching for something like you.
They say the wind blows over the plains,... softly, softly....
And the tall grass bends, and the low trees too....
And all the while my heart's out there,
... wandering, wandering....
Looking for something by the name of you.
They say the wind blows over the plains,
...wildly, wildly....
And...
Continue Reading...Love Comes Over the Plains
Added on Feb 2, 2005Attributed to a Whiran, Alkyone.
Like the wind that sweeps o'er the plains,
Swifter than flame, quicker than laughter,
Love comes, hair a-fly with her flutter,
And in her train comes joy trailing after.
Like the water which quenches your thirst,
Cooler than night wind, sweeter than wine,
Love flows, her eyes wild and wanton,
And in her kisses love grows like a vine.
Like the stones 'neath the traveller's feet,
Smoother than comfort, more solid than sand,
Love stays, settling her skirts all around her,
And with her smile, joy lifts its hand.
Like the fire which warms the once empty hearth,
Sparks from the stone, flames dying, lifting,
Love reaches out, ready to take you,
And in that touch joy comes like sand sifting.
Like the wind that sweeps o'er the plains,Swifter than flame, quicker than laughter,
Love comes, hair a-fly with her flutter,
And in her train comes joy trailing after.
Like the water which quenches your thirst,
Cooler than night wind, sweeter than wine,
Love flows, her eyes wild and wanton,
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