Calloway's Song

[heletari]

See yonder traveller with his pony
Down by the riverside he sleeps -
So raise a glass to those who wander
Who come to you with melodies.

For mossy stones are 'ere our pillow
And icy brooks our washing-pail
But golden sunbeams are our lovers
The road our boat, the wind our sail.

But when it rains, it rains forever
And when the snow comes down we freeze
For we must blow before all weathers -
Be carried on like autumn leaves.

[Ogregrim]

It most welcome to hear the Bards getting their due. Nice. It is also nice to be treated to a song that is not so nihilistic. Tottespiel could use lessons in such, but I doubt that he would pay the fitting attention.

[heletari]

I thought I'd like to RP a bard that people might actually listen to - you know, ballads like the old days with at least one death, a few jokes and a shagging scene. And short. I just wish I had half Bill Bailey's talent!

"A Proper Love Song" - Bill Bailey

I was alone; my heart was cold, it was a stone;
My soul was lonely like a stone - there was no moss.
And when I danced I danced alone, but then I did not dance
Because I was alone... so I did not dance.
I shuffled through life invisible to all the happy couples
Who would mock me with their merry laughter – “ha-ha-ha”.
The only sound I heard in my lonely silent world
Was the rusty hammer of my heart nailing at the hatred in my soul.

But then you came...
And my life was turned upside down.
You showed me the beauty of the things that I had never seen.
Like a snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer
Or the painting of a dog that wears a deerstalker and
smokes a pipe that made you laugh so heartily...
but I had previously thought was rubbish.
Or the duck that lands so clumsily on a frozen pond in winter
but the intoxicating power of our love transforms this simple act into an
anthropomorphic drama where Mr. Duck’s embarrassed
and the other ducks are laughing...
quack quack quack quack quack.

And then you left.
Oh I have died a thousand deaths and I will die a thousand more!
I thought you were an angel - you turned out to be a whore!
And everything has turned to dust!
Everything is infected with the plague!
Why did you have to sleep with Craig?
"Oh he's so sensitive, he's got a tattoo."
Yeah, carving your name with a compass in my forehead was not
enough for you!
The snow flake on the eye of the deer has turned to
puss that oozes from an open wound.
The deer now blinded stumbles into a ravine.
The duck lies shredded in a pancake,
Soaking in the hoisin of your lies.
The dog has moved from the pipe to 60 cigarettes a day,
And coughs away his life in the cold neon research lab of your betrayal.
Of your betrayal...

Now there's a bard.