Original Submissions of type 'Songs'
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Nashi's Song by Rairen
Added on Feb 20, 2009A commemorative piece, dedicated to the Master Bard Nashi Ansuz A'jinn of the Irofel Circle and commissioned by her son Vejaan at the time of her death.
Nashi dear, farewell, though I barely knew you at all,
You had the grace to stand, where others had rather fall.
You'd smile to them and say, while they'd fallen, down on their knees,
"Don't be afraid, be strong... and come have a cookie."
And now looking back, on the times we had, you were like a sunrise at dawn,
Warming our faces before, the evening storms came along.
It's hard for me not to think on fate, on what could have been,
On the good days left to share with, our Nashi Ansuz A'jinn.
I didn't know Sujaal, but I know the man that he'd been.
And the woman it'd take, to hold him and to win.
I think you're with him now, and maybe someday, we'll be there, too.
Children, students, friends, for that last lesson with you.
And now looking back, on the times we had, you were like a sunrise at dawn,
Warming our faces before, the evening storms came along.
And I should have said goodbye to you, but that wasn't to be.
So from me to you, farewell and the dawn keep you, Nashi.Nashi dear, farewell, though I barely knew you at all,
You had the grace to stand, where others had rather fall.
You'd smile to them and say, while they'd fallen, down on their knees,
"Don't be afraid, be strong... and come have a cookie."
And now looking back, on the times we had, you were like a...
Continue Reading...Oh, She Was a Servant to High Elite by Rairen
Added on Feb 20, 2009A grave, somber study on the Tuluki castes.
Oh, she was a servant to high elite,
And he was a beggar from off the street,
But he loved this lady so tenderly...Oh, Sorrow. Sweet Sorrow.
Now he sleeps in the darkness of the long, Detal night,
And no one knows he loved her save His Rad'ant Light.One morn when the sun with Jihae allied,
She passed by his side with a silk-soft stride.
He smiled and he spoke - but she paid no heed.Oh, Sorrow. Sweet Sorrow.
Now he sleeps in the darkness of the long, Detal night,
And no one knows he loved her save His Rad'ant Light.If you be a beggar from off the street,
Don't love of no servant of high elite.
They hain't got a heart for sympathy.Oh, Sorrow. Sweet Sorrow.
Now he sleeps in the darkness of the long, Detal night,
And no one knows he loved her... save His Rad'ant Light.Oh, she was a servant to high elite,
And he was a beggar from off the street,
But he loved this lady so tenderly...Oh, Sorrow. Sweet Sorrow.
Now he sleeps in the darkness of the long, Detal night,
And no one knows he loved her save His Rad'ant Light.One morn when the sun with Jihae...
Continue Reading...Mae Konviwe' by Rairen
Added on Feb 20, 2009A Driamusek-style hazing of a rival Seeker, the true challenge of the piece is to sing it progressively faster with every verse. Good luck!
Oh... There's... a... nice, sweet lass and her name's Mae Konviwe'.
Make no mistake she's the lass I'm goin' to sway.
All the other fella's want to bed her sure today,
But I think they'll have to wake up very early.May I, Mae, make you into my mate?
Mate me, Mae, and make me what you may.
I'd mate merry Mae that I may with her stay.
Mae, I'll never leave you if you mate me as you may.Oh, this wary wench, she's got a lot of wit.
Got a lot of wit, but she's fearin' to commit.
But I'd be a silly chit for to let the matter sit.
For my sister says she suits me really fairly.May I, Mae, make you into my mate?
Mate me, Mae, and make me what you may.
I'd mate merry Mae that I may with her stay.
Mae, I'll never leave you if you mate me as you may.Oh, Mae and her lovers spend an awful lot together -
- In fact I hardly see one without the other.
At times I start to wonderin' if it's Mae, then, or her lovers,
Or all of them together that I'm courtin'.May I, Mae, make you into my mate?
Mate me, Mae, and make me what you may.
I'd mate merry Mae that I may with her stay.
Mae, I'll never leave you if you mate me as you may.I'll court her on the morrow and the morrow will it be,
The day she's going t' be my girl and belongin' onto me.
With the makin' the arrangements I'll be out of misery,
For lovin' is an awful undertaking!May I, Mae, make you into my mate?
Mate me, Mae, and make me what you may.
I'd mate merry Mae that I may with her stay.
Mae, I'll never leave you if you mate me as you may!Oh... There's... a... nice, sweet lass and her name's Mae Konviwe'.
Make no mistake she's the lass I'm goin' to sway.
All the other fella's want to bed her sure today,
But I think they'll have to wake up very early.May I, Mae, make you into my mate?
Mate me, Mae, and make me what you may.
I'd mate...
Continue Reading...Allanak Has Fallen by Rairen
Added on Feb 20, 2009This would-be-prophetic celebration of old-fashioned city state rivalry was composed by a former Allanaki slave and won top honors at the Silverwood Ball.
The winds are hot down south today,
The people brush their tears away,
As they look up in dismay,
To the Arena's walls.The taverns have no wine or ale,
There's only dirtied silt for sale,
No guest of any templar's jail,
Has ever looked so sad.And in the gardens fall the flowers,
Like bricks from the militia's towers.
All the bards are singing flat.
While people walk the city streets,
Saying as the army south retreats,
"How could it happen like that?"Oh...! Celebration 'cross the lands,
From Red Storm to the Tablelands.
As all sing gleeful o'er the sands:
Allanak has fallen!One by one those soldiers died,
While red, blue, black templars spared their pride,
And into silk their blood they dried.
Allanak has fallen!How crass the southern voice is,
As they look down all their noses,
Saying, "We are by far better than you."
I wonder who it was then,
Who let themselves be beaten?
The Liberation we won't forget, too.Oh... Highlord Tek just sits and stares,
Gone from this world and all its cares,
The Sun King runs the grand affairs.
Allanak has fallen!Allanak has fallen!
Allanak has fallen...!The winds are hot down south today,
The people brush their tears away,
As they look up in dismay,
To the Arena's walls.The taverns have no wine or ale,
There's only dirtied silt for sale,
No guest of any templar's jail,
Has ever looked so sad.And in the gardens fall the flowers,
Like bricks from the...
Continue Reading...Soldier Girl (or Solder Boy) by Rairen
Added on Feb 20, 2009A bittersweet Tuluki duet that fell out of favor during the years of the Copper War against Allanak.
Soldier girl, soldier girl,
Where are you going to?
Soldier girl, soldier girl,
With your smile so fine?I am going off to war,
Where the 'sidian arrows soar,
Where the silver banners shine.
Oh, darling sweet, be mine.Soldier girl, soldier girl,
When will you come again?
Soldier girl, soldier girl,
With your smile so fine?When the pymlithe blooms again,
When the sun is high again,
When there is an end to war,
Then I will come once more.Seven years, then seven more,
Pymlithe bloomed in the trees again.
The sun rode high in the sky,
Just like before.But there was no end to war,
Seven years, then seven more.
Still he waited just the same...
... But no one ever came.Soldier girl, soldier girl,
Where are you going to?
Soldier girl, soldier girl,
With your smile so fine?I am going off to war,
Where the 'sidian arrows soar,
Where the silver banners shine.
Oh, darling sweet, be mine.Soldier girl, soldier girl,
When will you come again?
Soldier girl, soldier...
Continue Reading...The Night the Half-Giant Found the Ale by Rairen
Added on Feb 20, 2009A parody of "The Tavern Dance Floor" and a cautionary tale against half-giant intoxication.
One day were a party and all the town were at the show.
I went there myself, to see what folks that I might know.
When, looking around, I sudd'nly heard a frightful roar,
As a half-giant passed out on the tavern dance floor.So jump up, jump down, jump up and down and all around.
Swing him 'round some more, keep your feet way off the ground.
No liquor this night's left for you to have your sorrows drown'd,
Since the night the half-giant full-drunk was found.The air filled with ale, as tankards flew up left and right.
A table crashed down, and with it fell the candlelight.
A merchant fell back, his chair crumbling beneath his legs.
He fell back so far, he knocked over three half-full kegs.The kegs they spilled out, the ale leaking 'cross the floor
And a soldier slipped down... right down onto a three-leg'd whore.
So in all of this mess, no one thought to stop and see...
... Beneath the half-giant, six dwarves screaming indignities.So jump up, jump down, jump up and down and all around.
Swing her 'round some more, keep your feet way off the ground.
No liquor this night's left for you to have your sorrows drown'd,
Since the night the half-giant full-drunk was found.They flailed and squirmed - and cursed and screamed and spit and swore.
They kicked and they punched, and clawed and scratched and kick'd s'more.
But all this for naught, they stayed stuck there against the floor,
Doomed to that place, by one deep, half-giant snore.So jump up, jump down, jump up and down and all around.
Swing them 'round some more, keep your feet way off the ground.
No liquor this night's left for you to have your sorrows drown'd,
Since the night the half-giant full-drunk was found.So jump up, jump down, jump up and down and all around.
Swing them 'round, my dears, keep your feet way off the ground.
No liquor this night's left for you to have your sorrows drown'd,
Since the night the half-giant full-drunk was found.One day were a party and all the town were at the show.
I went there myself, to see what folks that I might know.
When, looking around, I sudd'nly heard a frightful roar,
As a half-giant passed out on the tavern dance floor.So jump up, jump down, jump up and down and all around.
Swing him 'round...
Continue Reading...The Tavern Dance Floor by Rairen
Added on Feb 20, 2009A dark-natured Warrens-style dance, popularized by a Driamusek Bard in the twenty-first Age.
He looks at me first, all sweat and insecurity.
The sound of his voice is the sound of ecstasy.
I hold up a hand, but he's pushed back a little more,
Caught up with the dancers on the tavern dance floor.Well, dance the night away, far away o'er the dyin' lands.
Dance the night away, stayin' close next t' me.
Dance the night away, far away o'er the dyin' lands.
Dance the night away on th' tavern dance floor.The floor smokes like embers, burned up with heat and revelry.
There is nothin' of him hain't come out of obscurity
No tears there now, boy, not now and not before.
There's no one but us on the tavern dance floor.I ask him for his name, and his name, he'll not tell to me.
That silence of his is the silence of ecstasy.
I ask him, right out, just what he is stayin' for.
He says, "Come with me, off the tavern dance floor."Well, dance the night away, far away o'er the dyin' lands.
Dance the night away, stayin' close next t' me.
Dance the night away, far away o'er the dyin' lands.
Dance the night away on th' tavern dance floor.Now, some drinks, like wine, they soothe away a misery.
While others, they sting, sting right at the throat of me.
But this drink so sweet leaves me thirstin' for more and more.
That's how I lost my heart on the tavern dance floor.Well, dance the night away, far away o'er the dyin' lands.
Dance the night away, stayin' close next t' me.
Dance the night away, far away o'er the dyin' lands.
Dance the night away on th' tavern dance floor.He looks at me first, all sweat and insecurity.
The sound of his voice is the sound of ecstasy.
I hold up a hand, but he's pushed back a little more,
Caught up with the dancers on the tavern dance floor.Well, dance the night away, far away o'er the dyin' lands.
Dance the night away, stayin' close...
Continue Reading...War Dirge (The Soldier's Life) by Gimfalisette
Added on Feb 11, 2009Attributed to a soldier of the Allanaki militia in the time just after the gith invasion of year 39, age 21, this song mournfully expresses the melancholy and bleakness of long service.
Heard of Sergeant Laila Makarim, Jade Saber Legion
The soldier's life is a hard, hard life,
And death is our sole reward;
But none can say I won't fight, fight, fight,
And die with blood on my sword.
The soldier's meal is a tasteless meal,
Spiced with the stench of the dead;
Swallow back anything that I feel, feel, feel,
And just take what they give me for bread.
The soldier's bed is a rough, thin bed,
And sleep is plagued by the dark;
Though I rise at the dawn feelin' dead, dead, dead,
Still my blow seeks the enemy's heart.
The soldier's friend is a soon-dead friend,
And the weight of a blade in her hand;
When it all comes down to the end, end, end,
Every soldier's alone on the sand.
The soldier's death is a lonely death,
Her companions are all gone before;
I gave sweat, I gave tears with each breath, breath, breath,
And I'll die when I've got nothing more.
The soldier's fate is a swift, swift fate,
There's few that will live to be old;
Lay me down on the altar in state, state, state,
Burn away what has finally gone cold.Heard of Sergeant Laila Makarim, Jade Saber Legion
The soldier's life is a hard, hard life,
And death is our sole reward;
But none can say I won't fight, fight, fight,
And die with blood on my sword.
The soldier's meal is a tasteless meal,
Spiced with the stench of the dead;
Swallow back anything that I...
Continue Reading...Exile's Lament (I Am Far From Home) by Renaissance
Added on Jan 22, 2009A song written by an Elkinhym bard who spent a long time in Allanak.
I am far from home, far from home, from which I did roam, I did roam.
I went to the South, to the South, where it is uncouth, it's uncouth.
I walked in the street, in the street, in the dust and heat, dust and heat.
Once I was in Nak, was in Nak, I want to be back, to be back.
I am far from home, far from home, from which I did roam, I did roam.
Two long months away, months away, from the forest grey, forest grey.
I played for the Fale, for the Fale, and listened to tales, to the tales.
I was so alone, so alone, with friends of my own, friends of own.
I am far from home, far from home, from which I did roam, I did roam.
But it wasn't my home, not my home, nor family own, family own.
Nothing there is art, nothing's art, with a bit of heart, bit of heart.
It is black and dust, black and dust, the tower of rust, tower of rust.
I am far from home, far from home, from which I did roam, I did roam.
I am far from home, far from home, from
which I did roam, I did roam.
I went to the South, to the South, where it
is uncouth, it's uncouth.
I walked in...
Continue Reading...Salting, Grebbing. by Kassindra
Added on Dec 24, 2008The lonesome grebber singing a tune.
"Salting, grebbing, such a boring thing to do.."
"But til I get a job, this is mostly what'll have to do.."
"Salting, grebbing, such a boring thing to do"
"But most of the time I don't mind.."
"Cause it gives me 'sid for shoes"
"Salting, grebbing, such a boring thing to do.."
"But it'll pay the rent"
"Before I get something more fun to do""Salting, grebbing, such a boring thing to do.."
"But til I get a job, this is mostly what'll have to do.."
"Salting, grebbing, such a boring thing to do"
"But most of the time I don't mind.."
"Cause it gives me 'sid for shoes"
"Salting, grebbing, such a boring thing to do.."
"But it'll pay the...
Continue Reading...Solace in Sound by Bebop
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 by Bebop
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...Silly but Fun by Breezy, Fale Whatsit
Added on Jul 29, 2008Another rousing bawdy composed by Whatsit Breezy.
I used to think that makin' love was foolish as could be,But when I hit the age of twelve a little girl told me,
'Just kiss me once and if you don't like it then I'll go away',
When I gave in to her this was all that I could say:
(Chorus Below)
It may be silly, but ain't it fun,
It beats festivals and candies rolled into one!
You hug then you kiss and say, "I love ya hon"!
It may be silly, but ain't it fun.
No matter if it's boiling hot and melting in the shade,
I'm always set and ready when there's lovin' to be made.
My heart is just as frisky as a little gortok pup,
So if you're ready for a kiss, well I've got one a-comin' up!
(Chorus)
One day I took my sweetie on a visit to the grass,
A duskhorn and his lady friend were busy gettin'.. tail.
He bit her on the ear and then he grinned a silly grin,
I knew what he was a-thinkin' as she smacked him on the chin!
(Chorus)I used to think that makin' love was foolish as could be,But when I hit the age of twelve a little girl told me,
'Just kiss me once and if you don't like it then I'll go away',
When I gave in to her this was all that I could say:
(Chorus Below)
It may be silly, but ain't it fun,
It beats festivals...
Continue Reading...Lulu by Breezy, Fale Whatsit
Added on Jul 29, 2008A bawdy about Lulu the whore, composed by Whatsit Breezy.
Some girls work in market stalls,
Some girls work in stores.
But Lulu works her corner,
With forty other whores.
(Chorus below)
Bang away Lulu,
Bang it good and strong.
What will the militia do,
When good old Lulu's gone?
Lulu had a baby,
It was her pride and joy.
She would have named it Lulu,
But the whelp was a boy.
She took me to the Arena,
We sat down in the stalls.
And every time the crowd roared,
She grabbed me by the ... nose.
(Chorus)
She took me to the grasslands,
And had me on the hill.
`Cause everytime I said, "I won't",
My echo said, "I will."
Well, I asked her for to live with me,
She said, "That's very nice,
But I'll give you a better deal,
I'll let you ride half price."
(Chorus Repeat x2)
Some girls work in market stalls,
Some girls work in stores.
But Lulu works her corner,
With forty other whores.
(Chorus below)
Bang away Lulu,
Bang it good and strong.
What will the militia do,
When good old Lulu's gone?
Lulu had a baby,
It was her pride and joy.
She would have named it Lulu,
But the whelp...
Continue Reading...For the Birds by Breezy, Fale Whatsit
Added on Jul 29, 2008One of the popular bawdy songs sung by the Whatsit Breezy.
There once was a bird who lived to the west,
One day he discovered a strange egg in his nest.
The look he gave his mate was angry and quick,
She said, 'Don't so get ruffled, it was only a vestric'.
(Chorus)
Toorala, tooralay! Toorala, tooralay!
A rolling stone gathers no moss, so they say.
Sing along, learn the words!
It's a wonderful song but it's all for the birds.
A songbird and buzzard once met in the air.
Soon they were coupling, a love-hungry pair.
The passionate buzzard emitted some bleats,
The songbird inquired, 'Am I hurtin' ya, sweets?'
(Chorus repeat)
How to kiss a hawk's arse without tasting the down,
This answer has come from the folk all aroun'!
Endless experiments showed them the trick,
You blow and you kiss, but you've got to be quick!
(Chorus repeat)
There was once a falcon with strings on his beak,
If you pulled on the right string he'd give a little squeak.
If you pulled on the left string he'd act a farce,
If you pulled on them both he'd fall flat on his arse!
(Chorus repeat)
So here's to the birds, let us sing loud their praise!
Their plumage, their habits, their natural ways.
We're grateful for birds flying up in the sky,
Think of what might fall, if kanks could fly.There once was a bird who lived to the west,
One day he discovered a strange egg in his nest.
The look he gave his mate was angry and quick,
She said, 'Don't so get ruffled, it was only a vestric'.
(Chorus)
Toorala, tooralay! Toorala, tooralay!
A rolling stone gathers no moss, so they say.
Sing along,...
Continue Reading...Easy and Slow by Breezy, Fale Whatsit
Added on Jul 29, 2008A quick ditty composed by Breezy.
It was down by the bazaar that I first met with Lanni,
A neat little girl and not a bit shy.
She told me her father who came from Red Storm,
Would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye.
What's that to any fella, whether or no.
Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true.
As I lifted her skirts up, easy and slow,
And I tied up my sleeve for to lace her shoe.
In city or village, a girl is a jewel,
And well made for gripping, the most of them are.
But any young fellow is really a fool,
If he tries at the first time to go a bit far.
If you chance for to go the bazaar,
You can search till your eyes are weary and blind.
Be you lying or walking or sitting or running,
Another like Lanni you never will find.
It was down by the bazaar that I first met with Lanni,
A neat little girl and not a bit shy.
She told me her father who came from Red Storm,
Would take her back home in the sweet bye and bye.
What's that to any fella, whether or no.
Whether I'm easy, or whether I'm true.
As I lifted her skirts up,...
Continue Reading...Candles by Breezy, Fale Whatsit
Added on Jul 29, 2008An amusing romantic song composed by Breezy.
When I was visiting in Luirs, I went to see my dear.
The candles all were burning, the moons shone bright and clear.
I knocked upon her door to ease her out of her pain,
She rose up to let me in, then barred the door again.
I like well your behavior and this I often say,
I cannot rest contented when I am far away.
The roads they are so dangerous, we cannot walk about.
So roll me in your arms, Love, and blow the candles out.
Your father and your mother in yonder room do lie,
A-hugging one another, so why not you and I?
A-hugging one another, without a fear or doubt.
So roll me in your arms, Love, and blow the candles out.
I beg you speak more softly of what we have to do.
Lest that our noise of talking should make our pleasure rue.
The streets they are so busy, Love, the people walk about.
They may peep in and spy, Love, so blow the candles out.
And if we prove successful, Love, please name it after me.
Treat it neat and kiss it sweet and bounce it on your knee.
When my trips are over, my time it will be out.
And I will pay my debt to you by blowing the candles out.When I was visiting in Luirs, I went to see my dear.
The candles all were burning, the moons shone bright and clear.
I knocked upon her door to ease her out of her pain,
She rose up to let me in, then barred the door again.
I like well your behavior and this I often say,
I cannot rest contented when...
Continue Reading...Soon the Day by Sarte
Added on Apr 27, 2008An original folk song dedicated to the disenfranchised of Tuluk.
Soon the day will come
When the winds will cease
And the dust can finally settle.
Soon the day will come
When rain will fall
And our thirst will rule no longer
And when that fateful day arrives
We will be free
We will be free
Soon the day will come
When those who are in doubt
Will know doubt no longer
Soon the day will come
When the spurned, the feared
Will know hate no longer
And when that fateful day arrives
We will be free
We will be freeSoon the day will come
When the winds will cease
And the dust can finally settle.
Soon the day will come
When rain will fall
And our thirst will rule no longer
And when that fateful day arrives
We will be free
We will be free
Soon the day will come
When those who are in doubt
Will know doubt no longer
Soon...
Continue Reading...Hail There, Ho There by Sarah
Added on Feb 21, 2008A drinking song, with a multitude of expressions for the word "drunk". Original bard/artist unknown.
(Verse 1)Ho there my gent’, Let’s have us a drink .. We’ll play us some Third Eye, ‘Til we can’t bloody think.
Ho there my lass, Grab us a glass .. We’ll dance and be merry, ‘Til we fall on our ass.
Hail there ‘Na-kkies, Let’s find us some ease .. We’ll drink all the booze here, ‘Til we can’t bloody see.
Hail there to all, Let’s slur shout and call .. We’ll cheer for the fellers, In a fair tavern brawl.
(Chorus 1)Get hammered, get plastered, Get pie-eyed, get smashed ..Get crocked and befuddled, Let’s get bloody trashed.
Get muddled and merry, Get totaled and flushed .. Get wasted, besotted, Let’s get bloody lush.
Ho there me mate, It’s the end of the week .. We’ll drink from the barrel, ‘Til we can’t bloody speak.
Ho tavern mass, Let’s cuss and be crass .. May the gals find a nice lad, And the lads find a lass.
(Chorus 2)Get legless and loaded, Get off of your box .. Get mashed minced and munted, Let’s get bloody sloshed
Get lashed up and leathered, Get ripped to the tits .. Get wrecked and get ruined, Let’s get bloody pished
Hail there to ye, Let’s drink and be free .. We’ll booze and carouse, ‘Til they tell us to leave.
Hail there my friend, With warmth I descend .. As chums pals and cohorts, We’ll drink ‘til the end.
(Chorus 3)Get soused tight and tipsy, Get drunk off your face .. Get oiled and potted, Let’s get bloody laced.
Get shitfaced and snockered, Get arse-over-tit .. Get canned, juiced, jugged, happyyy..... Let’s get bloody lit!
(Verse 1)
Ho there my gent’, Let’s have us a drink .. We’ll play us some Third Eye, ‘Til we can’t bloody think.
Ho there my lass, Grab us a glass .. We’ll dance and be merry, ‘Til we fall on our ass.
Hail there ‘Na-kkies, Let’s find us some ease .. We’ll drink all the booze here, ‘Til we can’t...
Continue Reading...Counterpart (a poem) by Gimfalisette
Added on Jun 29, 2007A poetic exploration of love, death, art, struggle, and meaning from a Zalanthan perspective. Composed by a bard of Poets' Circle in Tuluk circa Year 34 of the 21st Age.
Counterpart
by Caitrin Irofel
No, dark is not the opposite of light,
As day is not the nemesis of night.
A coin that's carved from slick and shiny stone
Has two reflective sides; and yet is one.
The purest truths are found in paradox;
The deepest truths are simplest to unlock.
The shadow cannot tear itself away,
But owes existence to the sun's bright play.
All things must seek their balanced counterpart;
The bard's beat echoes in a stranger's heart.
Our bodies, bound in ecstasy, collide;
And still remains the merest of divides.
Were there no doubt, there never could be trust;
And absence heightens passion's fueling lust.
Twins, love and war are conflicts that engulf;
Impassioned struggle kills and births the self.
Both joy and sorrow spring from but one seed;
The greatest art is born from wretched need.
And still you ask why I would choose to love?
Though every life begins and ends in blood?
Yes, death will come and put an end to us,
The sands will sift, and all will turn to dust;
But I would rather fall entwined with you
Than die regretting what I did not do.Counterpart
by Caitrin Irofel
No, dark is not the opposite of light,
As day is not the nemesis of night.
A coin that's carved from slick and shiny stone
Has two reflective sides; and yet is one.
The purest truths are found in paradox;
The deepest truths are simplest to unlock.
The shadow cannot tear...
Continue Reading...Amos Kanked A Gemmer by Markie
Added on Apr 20, 2007Bad things happen when you kank a gemmer on a bet!
Amos kanked a gemmer
on a twenty five sid bet
he woke up with no pecker
how stupid can you get?
Amos kanked a gemmer
he thought she'd be a blast
but when it was all over
he ran away real fast
Amos kanked a gemmer
but finished way too soon
and now without his pecker
he sings a different tune
So never kank a gemmer
in some uncaring whirl
cuz if you kank a gemmer
you just might wake up a girl!
Amos kanked a gemmer
on a twenty five sid bet
he woke up with no pecker
how stupid can you get?
Amos kanked a gemmer
he thought she'd be a blast
but when it was all over
he ran away real fast
Amos kanked a gemmer
but finished way too soon
and now without his pecker
he sings a...
Continue Reading...Scarlet the Harlot by Breezy, Fale Whatsit
Added on Nov 30, 2006One of the most favored bawdy songs sung by the young Fale servant.
Scarlet, the Harlot, the girl we all adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
Way out on dunes where kankflop is thick,
Where women are women and raiders come quick.
There lived pretty Scarlet, the girl we adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
It's Scarlet the Harlot, the girl we adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
She's dirty, she's vulgar, she spits in the street,
Whenever you see her, she's always in heat!
She'll lay down for ten 'sid, take less or take more.
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
Scarlet the Harlot, the girl we adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
One day in the canyon, no pants on her quim.
A desert snake saw her and flung himself in!
Scarlet the Harlot gave raiders the frights,
The only cooch that hisses and bites!
It's Scarlet the Harlot, the girl we adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
One day on the dunes while riding along,
My seat in the saddle, the reins on my dong,
Who should I meet but the girl I adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
It's Scarlet the Harlot, the girl we adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
I got off my kank, I reached for her crack,
The damn thing was hissing and bitin' me back!
I took out my crossbow, I aimed for its head,
I missed the damn snake, I shot her instead.
It's Scarlet the Harlot, the girl we adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
Her line of mourners was forty leagues long,
With a chorus of raiders singin' this song.
"Here lies a young maiden who never kept score,
Young Scarlet the Harlot, the kank-herder's whore!"
It's Scarlet the Harlot, the girl we adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
It's Scarlet the Harlot, the girl we adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore!
Scarlet, the Harlot, the girl we all adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
Way out on dunes where kankflop is thick,
Where women are women and raiders come quick.
There lived pretty Scarlet, the girl we adore,
The pride of the dunes, the kank-herder's whore.
It's Scarlet the Harlot,...
Continue Reading...Tuluki Lullaby by Gimfalisette
Added on Nov 23, 2006A bedtime song for children which teaches essential concepts of Tuluki culture and some counting, composed by a bard of Poets' Circle in New Tuluk circa Year 28 of the 21st Age.
by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
Hush now, my dear child, put tears to rest,
I'll sing you a song to count how you're blessed.
Lay your head down and dry your eyes,
While I play a soft, sweet Tuluki lullaby.
One for the Sun King, his love and grace
Shines down on you warmer than the sun's red face.
Two Orders of His Faithful, their care and might,
Watching and keeping you safe through the night.
Three for the third faction, the Houses so grand,
His Chosen's dedication is known through the land.
Four are the castes which labor as one,
Each has a duty in the work to be done.
Five is Gol Krathu and its four-direction surround,
Where all good things of nature abound.
Six are the Circles of the Poets of the north,
Where arts ancient and new in bounty pour forth.
Seven hours does the sun shine each bright day,
In the Ivory where you'll grow as you laugh and play.
All these things and more will bless your time,
But for now, go to sleep, precious child of mine.
by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
Hush now, my dear child, put tears to rest,
I'll sing you a song to count how you're blessed.
Lay your head down and dry your eyes,
While I play a soft, sweet Tuluki lullaby.
One for the Sun King, his love and grace
Shines down on you warmer than the sun's...
Continue Reading...Singin' in the Shade by Rhyden
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 by Rhyden
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?
