Original Submissions of type 'Songs'
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Lullaby by Sivri, Whatsit of Fale
Added on Oct 28, 2006an Allanaki lullaby
Hush my baby, hushabye
Lirathu's slipped down from the sky
the night is short and the day is long
adversity will make you strong
Now watch out for the gortok
he's got a nasty bite
and don't go chasing after things
that roam the 'rinth at night
Beware the 'breeds and neckers
who'd love to rob you blind
and stay away from magick dear
or it will warp your mind
Hush my baby, hushabye
Lirathu's slipped down from the sky
the night is short and the day is long
adversity will make you strong
So sleep with one eye open
and keep your water near
devotions every Detal morn
to keep your conscience clear
Never cross a Templar
obey the Highlord's laws
and hope you never find yourself
caught in the tembo's claws
Hush my baby, hushabye
Lirathu's slipped down from the sky
the night is short and the day is long
adversity will make you strongHush my baby, hushabye
Lirathu's slipped down from the sky
the night is short and the day is long
adversity will make you strong
Now watch out for the gortok
he's got a nasty bite
and don't go chasing after things
that roam the 'rinth at night
Beware the 'breeds and neckers
who'd love to rob you blind
and...
Continue Reading...Nakki Boys by Sivri, Whatsit of Fale
Added on Oct 18, 2006A song about the men of Allanak
We all know that Tuluki men are Eunuchs
and Red Storm guys just cannot hit the shot
and though I've heard Kuraci men
can do the loving work of ten
it's Nakki boys that make my blood run hot
There's Bynners if you like the rough and tumble
and Terash aides of silk if you do not
The Tor lads and Borsail
are all up to their necks in tail
cuz Nakki boys all make the women hot
The Oash lads bring you fine wine for your table
the boys of Sath provoke a lot of thought
the sexy men of Fale
in every dalliance prevail
cuz Nakki boys make all the women hot
So try a taste of Kasix in the morning
A Valika boy at lunchtime hits the spot
Jal and Rennik at the bar,
don't just admire them from afar
cuz Nakki boys like all their women hot!We all know that Tuluki men are Eunuchs
and Red Storm guys just cannot hit the shot
and though I've heard Kuraci men
can do the loving work of ten
it's Nakki boys that make my blood run hot
There's Bynners if you like the rough and tumble
and Terash aides of silk if you do not
The Tor lads and Borsail...
Continue Reading...Final Memories of Him by Reiloth
Added on Sep 28, 2006A song written by Jochebed Abishai of Elkinhym in light of his father's passing.
My first memories of him were by the age of five,
When he mussed with my hair, and told me voice snide,
"Son, you must remember when the day is done,
to clean your feet in the shadow of the sun.";
And to this day, upon arriving home,
I look to my shoes, and for a man who will never come.
My second memories of him were by the age of seventeen,
When he clapped my shoulder, slapping my bearded chin unclean,
"Son, you must remember to compliment your mate,
Or else you will find yourself in a deprived state.";
And to this day, when I see my mate's eyes,
I revel in their color aloud, knowing he has died.
My third memories of him were by the age of twenty-two,
when he mused of my sister, and of my new wound.
"Son, remember that 'great things' should be considered lightly,
and the littlest of things with such detail, not slightly."
And to this day, when a man pries to the state of my face,
I smile as I do, and leave him in haste.
My fourth memories of him were by the age of twenty-five,
when I held his hand, and watched the last living breath die,
"Son, for me this you must do; never give up, or pretend to be a fool;
Always to yourself be true, and only willingly play the tool."
And with his dying breath I sighed, my eyes turning to shaded places
inside;
and when my feet loudly scuff more than I intend,
His dying words, my thoughts often recommend.
My final memories of him were by the age of right now,
In song he is remembered, like the sky or dust-clouds,
"Father, you must remember that I miss you so,
and that your words, succinctly, to my children will go."
And to this day, a thought of him brings tears to my eyes,
knowing his life was snuffed, like a torch to the wind's sighs.
My first memories of him were by the age of five,
When he mussed with my hair, and told me voice snide,
"Son, you must remember when the day is done,
to clean your feet in the shadow of the sun.";
And to this day, upon arriving home,
I look to my shoes, and for a man who will never come.
My second...
Continue Reading...The Victory at the Battle of the Canyon by Gimfalisette
Added on Sep 27, 2006Rousing historical song which celebrates and chronicles Tuluk's victory in the final battle of the War. Composed by a bard of Poets' Circle in New Tuluk shortly after the end of the war.
by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
(song is also known as "Look Up, Soldiers")
They'd fought long and hard at the Copper War and each soldier was tired to the bone,
Our Legions beat back the Nakkis again and again, and had faith that the war would be won.
Then they heard word--The last battle is ahead, so Legionnaires stand and prepare--
With the end coming on, as the red sun went down, my love raised his face to its glare.
Look up for your help now, look up, soldiers! To the Sun King pray for a sign!
My love put on his armor and raised up his weapons, for fast came the killing time.
Look up for your strength now, look up, soldiers--And remember the Ivory--
My love's thoughts turned homeward, far to the north, and softly lingered on me.
Through a long dark night His Legions lay there in wait, ready for the dawn with its light,
But when the sun crept over the rocky canyon's east edge it shined on a terrible sight.
The Black hordes had left their camp in the dark and amassed to march for the fight,
An impossible force now stood at the gates, and the canyon floor shook with its might.
As far as he looked, all my love saw was a roiling swarm of abominations,
The crackle and stench of their vile magicks would have turned a weak man to desperation.
And the Blue witches rode at the front of that line, piercingly shrieking commands--
But my love held onto courage, and stood by His Faithful, steady with weapons to hand.
Then all at once with a crash and a boom like thunder, the craggy cliffs started to fall!
For His Legions are clever, and knowing the enemy, had planted traps in the walls.
And as rocks tumbled down to smash through the ranks of the Black's assembled force,
Something even more wondrous, and strange in the telling, began to take its course.
A feeling then touched our Faithful Lady Eunoli, a sense of the Sun King's presence--
And she knew He watched over each Loyal soldier standing there in the Ivory's defense.
Unseen, unheard then, at His bidding, she and our Faithful Lady Felysia ascended
To the top of the cliffs overlooking the battle to complete what the Sun King intended.
Then drawing her sword, by name Rectitude, the Faithful Lady held the steel blade up high,
And its metal caught the blaze of the morning sun, throwing flame toward the enemy's eye.
Shielding his gaze, my brave love looked up and encountered that awe-striking sight--
Against a hot red sky, a gleaming vision of fire, and two Faithful figures in white.
Look up for your hope now, look up, soldiers! A flash of light on the canyonside!
My love's heart beat fast and he started to think he might be home in Tuluk that night.
Look up to your joy now, look up, soldiers! Look up to see the glory of victory!
My love's breath came hard as his soul lifted up in a silent cry for the Ivory.
Then, it is said, as that steel blade shone bright, the Nakki commanders lost hope,
Their mighty line did break and flee, as their leaders' voices choked in dry throats.
The war was won at the Battle of the Canyon that day, where not a drop of Loyal blood was spilled,
My soldier love then came home safe to me, while with shouts of rejoicing our Tuluk was filled.by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
(song is also known as "Look Up, Soldiers")
They'd fought long and hard at the Copper War and each soldier was tired to the bone,
Our Legions beat back the Nakkis again and again, and had faith that the war would be won.
Then they heard word--The last battle is ahead,...
Continue Reading...The Latest of Nights by Reiloth
Added on Sep 18, 2006An eerie patriotic song of the North, written by Jochebed Abishai of Elkinhym.
When a limp wind runs through my feet,
through the toes and where the fingers meet,
through the very core of my being,
I know that something passes nearby, unseen.
A shadow of doubt lingers in my mind,
When I see a man with eyes unkind,
A glance in the crowd, proving unwanted company,
though I know I am safe from the things I can't see.
They walk along my face in the sun,
They whisper in my shadow of the trophies they've won,
They prowl in my alleys, thinking to win the good fight,
But my eyes remain open, on the latest of nights.
They drink in my bars, praising my King,
They piss in my gutters, and laugh at the scene.
They make love in my beds, and my Children awake,
They kill those who would just take, and take, and take.
So wary the traveller who trods with soft step from the South,
And likens himself to a quirri in the hunt,
For eyes spill from my cracks in the street underneath,
and ears will listen for words far too blunt.
When a limp wind runs through my feet,
through the toes and where the fingers meet,
through the very core of my being,
I know that something passes nearby, unseen.
A shadow of doubt lingers in my mind,
When I see a man with eyes unkind,
A glance in the crowd, proving unwanted company,
though I know I...
Continue Reading...Tuluk Girls by Gimfalisette
Added on Sep 9, 2006A song composed as a subtle warning to 'Nakki traders during the Copper War by a bard of Poets' Circle in New Tuluk.
by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
As I walked down the North Road a fair lass did I meet,
Who asked me please to see her home, she lived just up the street.
I said, "Oh lovely woman, I'm a stranger here in town,
I left my wagon just a moment ago, from Allanak I was bound."She said, "Come with me, lover, I'll stand you to a treat,
I'll buy you ale and spice my love, and smoked meat for to eat."
And when we reached The Tembo's Tooth, oh the drinks were handed out,
That spiced mead was so awful strong, my head went roundabout.When the drinking it was over, we straight to bed did go,
And little did I ever think she'd prove my overthrow.
When I came to next morning, I had an aching head,
And there I was, Amos-all-alone, stark naked on the bed.I looked all around the room, nothing I could see,
But a silken dress and slippers which now belonged to me.
Everything was silent, the dawn was coming hard,
I put my dress and slippers on and headed for the yard.My wagon-mates seein' me come aboard these words to me did say,
"Well, my friend, you've lost your armor since last you went away.
Is this the new spring fashion they're wearing in Tuluk?
Where is the shop that sells it, I'd like to have a look."So listen all you Nakkis, take warning when in the Ivory,
Or else you'll meet some charming lass who's licensed in thievery.
Your hard-earned coin will disappear, your gear and boots as well,
For Tuluk girls are tougher than Suk-Krath's Pits of Hell!by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
As I walked down the North Road a fair lass did I meet,
Who asked me please to see her home, she lived just up the street.
I said, "Oh lovely woman, I'm a stranger here in town,
I left my wagon just a moment ago, from Allanak I was bound."She said, "Come with me,...
Continue Reading...Splendour of the drunk by Northlander
Added on Sep 7, 2006Northern rhymes approached in part or in whole by the liquor-bravest of tongue-wigglers.
It was last night after eat when I hardly on my feet went all my way off the seat,
balancing the tembo's teeth in a style not all too neat;
I tripped on a sculpture of wood and I saw not where it had stood, but wanting ever to make good,
(and not by barkeep thought a hood), raise it I still thought I should and ought as quick as I could.
And I grabbed it by the waist and then like someone well-crazed strove and pulled to have it raised,
and hoping I had naught defaced loudly I the carver's skill praised.
For now the early sun showed features of fresh mom in this sculpture of one.
Loud I lauded the painter for drawing skin not fainter, than this here my very own - vivid on this wood and bone.
Now yes, to mine left eye there was something awry with this paint hardly dry,
But my right focused sight on my plight and so tight (and not light)
I pulled now without complaint - unafraid of coloured taint,
Though it had texture that no hardwood should, lift as lighter wood hardly I could,
As strangely its wooden leg was bending when I tried my grip, ascending!
Loudly then to friends I wondered, how can wood weigh stones a hundred?
And I also wondered spoken, "How badly now have I blundered,
why does it bend as if sundered - say not that I have it broken?"
Then sudden as sky of clearness plundered - the world (and the tavern) loudly thundered!
It sounded just like a tell but I thought a table fell - and with it a large bone bell,
For I had a thick pint smoken and - sure - thought this but a token of the substances awoken.
Drunken two knots and was shoken - surely wood - surely wood could not have spoken?
But think you now this dread was but in my head - know then I was fed
Know that I now am sure that both spice and drink were pure - and wood on its own gave the roar,
High as any real person could - and all on its own then it stood this marvellous sculpture of wood!
And I swear now that high and hearty came the yell in midst of the party
No happy melody but known - my name to this fell wooden crone!
I was chased by the immense (like a small fool back to my stool)
but my friends came to defence and that wooden crone turned hence
(wiped with sleeves at nose's leaves) And on went that amply equipped
to stand anew where I had slipped, where I had keenly gone and tripped,
Standing watching others prance - refusing always to do dance
- fleeing the taking of chance - stiff as a stick in her stance,
Leaning to a dark wall as a kank in its stall - as in a trance - treating tavern as a cavern and me not with a glance.
Which was wrong, not cruel, it made her the fool - why, when last was touched that wooden thigh?
And so me and my friends nearby were raising glasses, toasting high:
To wooden loin!
Her pouch (now mine) was merely briefly full of coin.
It was last night after eat when I hardly on my feet went all my way off the seat,
balancing the tembo's teeth in a style not all too neat;
I tripped on a sculpture of wood and I saw not where it had stood, but wanting ever to make good,
(and not by barkeep thought a hood), raise it I still...
Continue Reading...Dance and Laugh at the Poor Ol' Nakkis' Fate by Gimfalisette
Added on Sep 7, 2006A boasting song addressed to the soldiers of Tuluk and composed to celebrate a victorious battle over the forces of Allanak during the Copper War by a bard of Poets' Circle in New Tuluk.
by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
I heard you tore through Tor, showed those Scorpions the door!
The Borsail Wyverns are squeaking now with fear.
It won't be very long now, friends, 'til you're back with us again,
And when you get here I'm gonna give a great big cheer.
In fact, a kiss for one and all! When you come back proud and tall,
I'll kiss you each as you walk through the gate.
And then we'll drink and drink again, and celebrate the battle's end,
We'll dance and laugh at the poor ol' Nakkis' fate.
Now go and kick some weak Oash ass! This chance has rarely come to pass,
Once in your life to watch a Fale--well, fail!
The rest of their puffed-up so-called nobles ain't even worth a thought or trouble,
And their survival chance is thinner than a nail.
Every soldier do your part, give it fast and give it hard!
You've got the stinking Nakkis by the throat.
Just get the job done one by one, kick them Nakkis in the bum,
And leave 'em in the Red Desert's sand to bloat.
And then a kiss to one and all! When you come back proud and tall,
I'll kiss you each as you walk through the gate.
And then we'll drink and drink again, and celebrate the battle's end,
We'll dance and laugh at the poor ol' Nakkis' fate!by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
I heard you tore through Tor, showed those Scorpions the door!
The Borsail Wyverns are squeaking now with fear.
It won't be very long now, friends, 'til you're back with us again,
And when you get here I'm gonna give a great big cheer.
In fact, a kiss for one and all!...
Continue Reading...My Heart Belongs to the Ivory by Gimfalisette
Added on Sep 7, 2006A patriotic song on themes of love for nation-state, loss of companions, and war. Composed during the Copper War by a bard of Poets' Circle.
by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
I will remember my young Legionnaire,
Who marched off to war with the wind in his hair.
I will remember the Black City's attack--
Dead in the desert, he's not coming back.
I will remember the many friends I've lost--
They chose to bear arms regardless of cost.
With hope and faith, in battle they fell,
Each face and each name I remember so well.
CHORUS:
My heart belongs to the Ivory,
Her life and her breath and her soul real to me.
My grief I will take and put to her use--
Rather than mourning, service I choose.
My Tuluk, my love, my light, my home--
In your embrace I am never alone.
Though all may fall and leave me forever,
My love for my Sun King and home will not waver.
No matter how humble what I have to give,
The Ivory shall have it as long as I live.
Instead of the kiss of my lost beloved,
In place of the laughter of friends now dead--
I will comfort myself with the work to be done,
Unresting 'til the Ivory's victory is won.
CHORUS:
My heart belongs to the Ivory,
Her life and her breath and her soul real to me.
My grief I will take and put to her use--
Rather than mourning, service I choose.
My Tuluk, my love, my light, my home--
In your embrace I am never alone.by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
I will remember my young Legionnaire,
Who marched off to war with the wind in his hair.
I will remember the Black City's attack--
Dead in the desert, he's not coming back.
I will remember the many friends I've lost--
They chose to bear arms regardless of cost.
With...
Continue Reading...A Soldier's Love by Gimfalisette
Added on Sep 7, 2006A melancholy song of love, war, and death composed by a bard of Poets' Circle in New Tuluk at the time of the Copper War.
A Soldier's Love
by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
My first soldier love was my father, but nothing of him do I know,
Save that mother loved him with a passion until off to fight he did go.
He never returned from the battle, and she in turn lost her heart,
When a little while later I was born, nothing was left of her spark.
A solider will love you like a blazing fire,
Hot and consuming as the flame's desire.
But fire goes out, as the life of the soldier--
A bright-burning love, and then it is over.
When I grew up I met a young man, a handsome Legionnaire,
In a time of peace we fell in love as our hopes and dreams we shared.
But the call came for him to go to war, and far away south he marched,
When he fell in the desert I knew why my own mother had lost her heart.
A soldier will love you like the warm plains wind,
Rushing and fierce to embrace you again.
But wind blows away, as the life of the soldier--
A sweet breeze of love, and then it is over.
Though I didn't want to love again, the war caused us to meet,
A Corporal with hair as black as night and a smile that was so sweet.
At the war's end we celebrated together the Ivory's victory,
Then two weeks later he fell in battle, that soldier who so loved me.
A soldier will love you like life and death,
Will hold you tight and cherish each breath.
But death comes soon to take the soldier,
Who loves strong and deep 'til his life is over.
A Soldier's Love
by Maerylin "Mae" Konviwedu
My first soldier love was my father, but nothing of him do I know,
Save that mother loved him with a passion until off to fight he did go.
He never returned from the battle, and she in turn lost her heart,
When a little while later I was born,...
Continue Reading...Ivory to be - I advise by Northlander
Added on Aug 29, 2006People-berating protest-ballad of Tuluki origin. Surfaced during the Red Desert War.
I advise you to sell dearly your obsidian;
that glistens so nicely with its sharpeties.
And is mined by northerners on knees,
who charge Tektolnes' whip their fees.
You help in that way to keep the order,
threatened by disorderlies.
Who stand, defend our border..
.. Who wish for a sword to squeeze.
I advise you to sit on your asses,
and quietly then draw your breaths.
In part live as others and time passes,
in part you'll bring ruin and deaths.
A better ground your ass'll never taste;
it has the flavour of Tuluki blood!
And like the needle pushed on by the thumb..
.. most obligingly succumb..
.. Without knowing what's to come..
And you've joined the line of time by suture -
Making Old Tuluk the future.I advise you to sell dearly your obsidian;
that glistens so nicely with its sharpeties.
And is mined by northerners on knees,
who charge Tektolnes' whip their fees.
You help in that way to keep the order,
threatened by disorderlies.
Who stand, defend our border..
.. Who wish for a sword to squeeze.
I...
Continue Reading...Childhood rhyme of the Warrens by Northlander
Added on Aug 29, 2006Simple thing passed between the children and parentless of Tuluk's slums, often changing a bit on the way.
Muk who keeps the children safe,
see to me who's but a waif.
Wherever I in Ivory,
walk inked in your livery..
.. Luck will cry, luck will sing,
You remain, my Sun King.
Muk who keeps the children safe,
see to me who's but a waif.
Wherever I in Ivory,
walk inked in your livery..
.. Luck will cry, luck will sing,
You remain, my Sun King.
Continue Reading...When great was my need by Northlander
Added on Aug 29, 2006From the street-poets of Tuluk - oftentimes accompanied by a wig.
When great was my need I went to Kurac,
dadeedadidaadoo-'I to Kurac.
For there craving goes for 'handful of black,
dadeedadidaadoo-'andful of black.
Weak and alone in the Outpost I was,
naught in my pipe and my mood with its flaws..
.. Yes alone in the Outpost I was.
I knocked on the door where a peddler housed,
dadeedadidaadoo-peddler was housed.
There opened a woman pale and just roused,
dadeedadidaadoo-pale and just roused.
Be friendly, I said, please let me come in,
I'm craving and spent but kindly as kin..
.. Do be so kind to let me come in.
'My man he is gone to torture a man',
dadeedadidaadoo-'torture a man'.
'And then must sniff through the spice the man ran',
dadeedadidaadoo-'spice the man ran'.
'Yes, peddlers work in a world of dismay',
'but gladly I'll help your problem allay'..
.. 'For the world is grim, bitter dismay.'
And here now I'll skip a verse maybe two,
dadeedadidaadoo-a verse or two.
Kuraci peddlers one oughtn't beshrew,
dadeedadidaadoo-ought not beshrew.
But nothing at all did my craving weigh,
and my mind shone with a smile on display..
.. when I finally went thereaway.
So therefore when craving sets to its worst,
with your body full of misery's thirst;
Do at the Kuraci door your hand try,
the peddler himself in shortest supply -
- You'll be eased and comforted like I.When great was my need I went to Kurac,
dadeedadidaadoo-'I to Kurac.
For there craving goes for 'handful of black,
dadeedadidaadoo-'andful of black.
Weak and alone in the Outpost I was,
naught in my pipe and my mood with its flaws..
.. Yes alone in the Outpost I was.
I knocked on the door where a...
Continue Reading...Our hours by Northlander
Added on Aug 29, 2006Love-lyrics given with or without rhythm and paced in any fashion. No particular bard is tributed.
Suk-Krath burns under my feet
Making warm the still..
.. As your hands, it gives heat
Warm; it gives me will!
Under shadow I am sane
Will to kiss your lips..
.. The strongest warmth is pain
Caress with fingertips!
Red of Suk replaced by moon
Passion's death is calm..
.. Mem'ry cradles like a spoon
Sweetest kiss's balm..
As midday burns hearts' dissent
Evening chills the swooned..
.. Come night we fast and repent..
.. Lovely morning wound.
Suk-Krath burns under my feet
Making warm the still..
.. As your hands, it gives heat
Warm; it gives me will!
Under shadow I am sane
Will to kiss your lips..
.. The strongest warmth is pain
Caress with fingertips!
Red of Suk replaced by moon
Passion's death is calm..
.. Mem'ry cradles like a...
Continue Reading...A Monologue by Travis
Added on Mar 26, 2006Zalanthan fatalism at it's finest.
Originally composed and performed by Jalaya Orlani of Konviwedu Circle
Oh what is art? I must enquire...
A flavored word, or lyric fire?
A high burlesque, or sorrowed note,
A fiddle bowed, or poem wrote?
The answer drifts upon the air..
Like Cenyr's glass: it's source is rare.
The question be, to those who see,
is why our art doth set us free.
Each rhythmic beat that comes from here,
escapes our hearts without a fear.
And travels far to spread the word,
of life, and love, and loss unheard.
The journey ends where it began,
from far and wide across the sand.
Behind it all there is no more,
until it's all been done before.
And when it has at last been said...
we all will lie forgotten, dead.Originally composed and performed by Jalaya Orlani of Konviwedu Circle
Oh what is art? I must enquire...
A flavored word, or lyric fire?
A high burlesque, or sorrowed note,
A fiddle bowed, or poem wrote?
The answer drifts upon the air..
Like Cenyr's glass: it's source is rare.
The question be, to...
Continue Reading...Three Times To Hold Your Tongue by Methyas Groot
Added on Mar 17, 2006A original Tuluki drinking song.
There are times to be boisterous, and times to be loud,
times to be noisy, and bellowing proud.
But sometimes, when difficult traps have been sprung,
it's better for you to hold onto your tongue.
A compliment spoken can go a long way,
in pleasing His Chosen, with little delay.
"His Light! That is fabulous silk that you wear!":
will summon a smile, if with zeal you declare.
But if ever you come upon -two- of His blessed,
who each claim to model the trendiest vest,
and on you the badge of the judge is bestowed...
Do not be a fool. Just keep your mouth closed.
A story can brighten the bleakest of days,
if clever the subject, and witty the phrase
The best ones hold listeners captive and still,
and bring to their hearts insurmountable thrill.
But if for a Master some day you present,
and what you have crafted makes him discontent,
be silent and show that you have understood,
for any retort will do more harm than good.
There's little that's better than falling in love,
to find that one person who fits like a glove.
"My sweet, of death I am no longer afraid.."
Will probably end up in you getting laid.
And then there are those of us, I must confide,
who need to have various flings on the side.
But when it's your true love's own outpost you maim,
for fucking krath's sake...try and say the right name!
So now that you know of the power of prose,
perhaps you'll think twice about how you compose.
Just never forget, if you fall in a rut...
The best thing to do is to keep your mouth shut.There are times to be boisterous, and times to be loud,
times to be noisy, and bellowing proud.
But sometimes, when difficult traps have been sprung,
it's better for you to hold onto your tongue.
A compliment spoken can go a long way,
in pleasing His Chosen, with little delay.
"His Light! That is...
Continue Reading...Legends Past by Anonymous
Added on Nov 15, 2005This is actually only one of a set of lyrics that are fitted to the same song. They all begin the same, but each tell their own story. Very old, probably northern in origin.
O legends tell us many tales,
of the long lost past.
Of ancient seas that kissed the hills,
and held the Shield Wall fast.
No seas of silt were these
(think that not, o no!)
instead they were of waters deep
(its true, believe it so!)
A tower be my witness,
its light did guide the way
of wind-touched carts borne not on wheels
but waters of the bay.
It stands a lonely vigil (still!)
and mourns what time did steal,
for where the waters left away,
legends don't reveal.
O legends tell us many tales,
of the long lost past.
Of ancient seas that kissed the hills,
and held the Shield Wall fast.
No seas of silt were these
(think that not, o no!)
instead they were of waters deep
(its true, believe it so!)
A tower be my witness,
its light did guide the way
of...
Continue Reading...Two Moons by Anonymous
Added on Nov 15, 2005A cheerful tavern song that gets patrons singing along. Unknown origin.
O Jihae follows Lirathu,
through the sky and round.
Once a month he catches her,
and then he beds her down.
But while Jihae is sleeping,
sweet Lirathu does fly.
And when he wakes he starts anew,
the chase across the sky.
O Jihae follows Lirathu,
through the sky and round.
Once a month he catches her,
and then he beds her down.
But while Jihae is sleeping,
sweet Lirathu does fly.
And when he wakes he starts anew,
the chase across the sky.
Kuraci Wagon Song by Gaulden
Added on Oct 13, 2005Traditional song sung by Kuraci while travelling.
Oh... I left a girl in blackest 'nak,
She had perky breasts and a slender back,
But the road called out and it called my name,
Said "Hey Kuraci! Hit the plains!"
Oh... I left a girl in old Red Storm,
Had an ass so taught and a kiss so warm,
But the road called loud and the road called strong,
Said "Hey Kuraci! The days are long!"
Oh... I left a girl in the tribal lands,
Had a way of blowin' just like the sands,
But the road called rough and the road called out,
Said "Hey Kuraci! Hitch them mounts!"
Oh... I had a lass in Ivory town,
With bright blue eyes and hair so brown,
But the road shouted louder than it had before,
Said "Hey Kuraci! You gotta leave once more!"
So I packed my things and I packed my load,
And I headed south down the old North Road,
And the road whispered soft when the Luirs gates closed...
Said "Hey Kuraci... welcome home."
Oh... I left a girl in blackest 'nak,
She had perky breasts and a slender back,
But the road called out and it called my name,
Said "Hey Kuraci! Hit the plains!"
Oh... I left a girl in old Red Storm,
Had an ass so taught and a kiss so warm,
But the road called loud and the road called strong,
Continue Reading... You're a Liar! by Priestess
Added on May 2, 2005Bawdy drinking song commonly overheard in inns.
Three old whores in Allanak
Were drinking a brandy wine,
Says one of them to the other two,
"Yours is smaller than mine."
Chorus: Tend to tha walls me hearties,
There's nothin ta waste but time,
Guard them doors, you lousy whores,
None is bigger than mine.
"You're a liar," says the other old whore
"Mine's as big as the silt sea,
The wagons they sail In and out,
And never a bother to me"
(chorus)
"You're a liar," says the other old whore,
"Mine's as big as the moon,
The wagons drive in on the first of the year,
And don' come back till it's nigh thru."
(chorus)
"You're a liar," says the other old whore,
"Mine's as big as the air,
the wagons drive out and the wagons drive in,
And never tickle a hair"
(chorus)
"You're a liar," says the first again,
"I'd blush to be so small,
Many's the ARMY that marched right in,
And never come out at all."Three old whores in AllanakWere drinking a brandy wine,
Says one of them to the other two,
"Yours is smaller than mine."
Chorus: Tend to tha walls me hearties,
There's nothin ta waste but time,
Guard them doors, you lousy whores,
None is bigger than mine.
"You're a liar," says the other old...
Continue Reading...Words on the Wind by Silence
Added on May 2, 2005Traditional folksong.
The wind blows softly in the cool dawn air
Drawing the sands along, not caring where
I cannot follow it, can only stare
As it leaves, racing towards my lover fair
Fly faster along the road, wind, be fleet,
Wrap my final words in your song so sweet
Carry them to my lover's distant street
So that she may know why we will not meet
Oh, wild wind, obey me only in this --
Bring my love news of all that went amiss
And I shall lie in peace, and only miss
The chance to bestow my last dying kiss
The wind blows softly in the cool dawn air
Drawing the sands along, not caring where
I cannot follow it, can only stare
As it leaves, racing towards my lover fairThe wind blows softly in the cool dawn airDrawing the sands along, not caring where
I cannot follow it, can only stare
As it leaves, racing towards my lover fair
Fly faster along the road, wind, be fleet,
Wrap my final words in your song so sweet
Carry them to my lover's distant street
So that...
Continue Reading...When I Was Young by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Written by the bard Kelinna Hessa.
Written by the bard Kelinna Hessa
The air were so much hotter then
. . . My mother was a bard then
And times were very hard
. . . When I was young
. . . When I was young
I puffed my first spice at ten
. . . And for boys I had that yen
And I had quite a ball
. . . When I was young
When I was young it was more important
. . . Pain more painful and laughter much louder, yeah
When I was young
. . . When I was young
I met my first love at thirteen
. . . I had brown eyes, and his were green.
And I learned quite a lot
. . . When I was young
. . . When I was young
When I was young it was more important
. . . Pain more painful and laughter
When I was young
. . . When I was young
My heart was so much stronger then
. . . I believed in the love of men
And I was so much older then
When I was young
. . . Oh, When I was young
When I was young
. . . Oh, When I was young
When I was young
. . . When I was young
When I was youngWritten by the bard Kelinna HessaThe air were so much hotter then
. . . My mother was a bard then
And times were very hard
. . . When I was young
. . . When I was young
I puffed my first spice at ten
. . . And for boys I had that yen
And I had quite a ball
. . . When I was young
When I...
Continue Reading...War Under the Sun by Narffle
Added on May 2, 2005Traditional Folksong honoring those lost in wars.
Legend will tell us that we won the war, that we suffer the pain of oppression no more,
that we fought with the sun shining on our attack, but where was the sun on the road headed back.
Eamin was a farm hand, who held his mate tight.
Told her he loved her, but he had to fight.
He wanted the freedom for his sons to be won.
So he marched off to war to fight under the sun.
O - it was long ago that our kinsmen died, fighting for freedom, their children and pride.
Many fine men lost their lives that day, and they told us it was glory under bloody Jihae,
Marawyn was a young lass who answered the call.
Her father had fallen defending the wall.
Her heart had to make sure that justice was done.
So she marched off to war to fight under the sun.
O - it was long ago that our kinsmen died, fighting for freedom, their children and pride.
Many fine men lost their lives that day, and they told us it was glory under bloody Jihae,
Lenatir owned a shop where he peddled his wares.
But he'd just had enough of the 'naki's damn stares.
Took his sword off the wall, for he'd never run.
And he marched off to war to fight under the sun.
O - it was long ago that our kinsmen died, fighting for freedom, their children and pride.
They told us it was glory under bloody Jihae, but remember the men not with us today.
O - it was long ago that our kinsmen died, fighting for freedom, their children and pride.
Remember the men who saw the war won, men that loved, men that died - that fought under the sun.
Legend will tell us that we won the war, that we suffer the pain of oppression no more,that we fought with the sun shining on our attack, but where was the sun on the road headed back.
Eamin was a farm hand, who held his mate tight.
Told her he loved her, but he had to fight.
He wanted the...
Continue Reading...Tuluk Gate by Stonewolf
Added on May 2, 2005A traditional dwarvish song, sung by Sergeant Brock, a dwarf of the T'Zai Byn
I left my love at Tuluk's gate,
When I turned back it was too late.
A fine stout lass with emerald eyes,
Return to me my heart cries.
But you are just too far away,
>From that gate I left that day.
I loved you once in the shade,
And in your arms I should have stayed.
But these boots had to travel on,
A new day for a new dawn.
But now that I've hung up my boots,
Settled down and taken root,
Where are you, my tawny lass?
I wonder as the days roll past.I left my love at Tuluk's gate,When I turned back it was too late.
A fine stout lass with emerald eyes,
Return to me my heart cries.
But you are just too far away,
>From that gate I left that day.
I loved you once in the shade,
And in your arms I should have stayed.
But these boots had to...
Continue Reading...Tribute to a Fallen Soldier by Bhuff
Added on May 2, 2005Originally written for Sergeant Timmic of the Kurac militia by the bard Kelinna Hessa.
Originally written for Sergeant Timmic of the Kurac militia by the bard Kelinna Hessa
Spears, . . . Short, obsidian-tipped spears,
Pointed around him . . . In a call to battle.
Straight, shining, polished spears, . . . Pierced the soul in the dun cloak,
The glory of his bandy legs, top-knotted hair, and darkened skin,
Laughing was lithe soul in the dun cloak.
We now watch the walls singing songs of tribute, war chanties.
Shovels, . . . Flat, bone shovels,
Scooping out his oblong vault, . . . Loosening sandstone and leveling dirt.
I ask you . . . To witness in his triumph . . . The shovel is brother to the spear.Originally written for Sergeant Timmic of the Kurac militia by the bard Kelinna HessaSpears, . . . Short, obsidian-tipped spears,
Pointed around him . . . In a call to battle.
Straight, shining, polished spears, . . . Pierced the soul in the dun cloak,
The glory of his bandy legs, top-knotted...
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