Music Archives - Page 18 of 19 - Aneleda Falconbridge

May 12, 2011September 12, 2013

Where the Bard Sings

“This song has taken forever to finish with me! It started as an ode to those golden-voiced minstrels whose songs and tales warm us as easily as any ale or fire…however this song really started to mean something at one War when a lady, upon hearing our merriment, came to our camp and spent her whole evening at our fire, commenting on our open-hearth/warm-heart policy that Endewearde is famous for. Since then, this song has become one that also speaks to the hospitality of our shirefolk, of which I am always so very, very proud.”

http://mbouchard.com/misc/Where-the-Bard-Sings.mp3

Chorus: Oh come to the wooing of the cracking flame
Where pauper and king may share in fame
Where a rais-ed voice
Heralds the teller’s choice;
For immortality springs where the bard sings.

See our firelight, friend,
Come in from the dusty road.
We welcome you, friendship is our code
Let us fill your glass with ale,
Sit in comfort for a tale…

You may hear of the beauty
Of a damsel quite far
Or a singing fencer who took
On a hostile bar
Did he die or does he live?
Mayhap this tale, the bard will give.

chorus

When the final embers fade
and there is no longer light,
’tis the only time when
the bard calls it a night.
But still it burns, the blazing fire,
Come – and let our tales inspire!

chorus

Share a laugh, tell a tale or
Sing for us a song
Be it sweet, be it sad,
We will listen all eve long…
Of the histories that we now share
And to fellowship laid bare.

So sit close, friend –
be you new or be you old,
Here you shall find
treasures more than gold!
From the throne or off the ground,
Good people gather round!

Oh come to the wooing of the cracking flame
Where pauper and king may share in fame
Where a rais-ed voice
Heralds the teller’s choice;
For immortality springs where the bard sings.

Yes, immortality springs where the bard sings.

May 12, 2011May 12, 2011

The Tale of Jaden’s Shield

“This song is completely true.”

I happened to be watching
from upon a bale of hay
a battle for the bridges
on a sweltring summer’s day.
The soldiers were a stamping
and the shieldsmen lead the charge
with Jaden at the foremost
for his shield is very large!

For none shall pass
for none shall pass
no matter what they wield
they’ll never get beyond the reach
of Jaden’s mighty shield!
Oh none shall pass
oh none shall pass
for he will never yield
the mighty brute who stands behind
the girth of Jaden’s shield!

The runes he scratched upon it
have protected him from harm
and if they hadn’t been there
we wouldn’t have this yarn
for o’re the bridge came all the East –
the men in front with pikes! –
he was sure to have a beating
but this is what he likes.

Chorus

Off the bridge left and right
the men fell far and near.
It seemed that clunks and groaning
were all that I could hear.
I lost him in the shuffle,
but soon he was revealed,
as with his shield held proudly
he march-ed off the field…

Chorus

His helmet he then removed
with a gracious doff
I looked up at the golden shield
that he’d kept well aloft.
He looked and spoke these words to me
which I’ll never like forget
“I think I pushed so hard I soiled my self
but I can’t tell quite yet.”

Chorus (very enthuiastically)

May 12, 2011November 16, 2011

Song for the Bare Blade Tavern Brawl

“This is a special song for my favored a-muse, Ane du Vey. Note that in “amuse” there’s always a muse! There are extra lyrics in case Vey isn’t there to kil…er…honor. It was written at the Bare Blade Tavern Brawl in 2004. This is one of those songs that should be a warning to all those who would cross the bards…or try to carry them off with the cashbox…”

http://www.mbouchard.com/misc/bareblade.mp3

Wo ho hey
We’ll drink and fight today
We’ll vie for gold
And wealth untold
But only if we kill Vey*!

For `tis the Bare Blade Brawl
So come hither one and all
Leap through the din
Go rushing in
We’ll carry ya if ya can’t crawl!

Chorus * * * *

The bribes fly near and far
The dying are lit’ring the bar
The fallen run
Right out they come
To return with a rabid “yar!”

Chorus * * * *

We’ll play our games of chance
And bet on the fencer’s dance
The clink of swords
From brutal hordes
Lamenting their broken pants

Chorus * * * *

The tavern’s full of cheer,
Paranoid men, and beer! (BEER!)
The blades hit high
The wounded cry
“Oh bring me my last one here!”

Wo ho hey
We’ll drink and fight today
We’ll vie for gold
And wealth untold
But only if we kill Vey!

Wo ho hey
We’ll drink and fight today
We’ll vie for gold
And wealth untold
But only if we kill Vey!
Kill Vey – But only if we kill Vey.

HEY!

* * * * * * *

*Alternate choruses, to be sung if Vey isn’t there.

Wo ho hey
We’ll drink and fight today
We’ll vie for gold
And wealth untold
and pillage our friends where they lay OR For we’re fencers merry and gay!

May 12, 2011April 10, 2013

Ode to Endewearde

Oh Endeweard, oh Endewearde
the Star of the East,
your folk so fair,
your lands divine,
you bid us join your feast.

For your great rivers running wide
as the mighty ocean tends the tide
where in peace and joy men lived and died
oh Endewearde my home.

Chorus

What massive trees, how wide and strong,
shelt’ring man and beast who come along
we honor them in reverent song
oh Endewearde my home.

Chorus

Your mountains rise up to great height
while endless stars give light to night
as the moon reflects in your waters bright
oh Endewearde my home.

Chorus

The morning sun lights first our fields
what wonders the wheat and barley yields
before your bounty each one kneels
oh Endewearde my home.

Chorus

The folk of our land are brave and wise
filled each with the vrtues all men prize
we take them in with wonderous eyes
oh Endewearde my home.

Chorus

Though far from you I may have flown
with wanderlust to which all youth are prone
Now that I returned, I never need roam
oh Endewearde my home.

Chorus

May 12, 2011September 24, 2012

Love Song for the Poetically Challenged

“This song was written for my wonderful husband, before he was my husband, and is also for the Baroness Elspbeth of Bridge and Ralph the Carter. It has, in its time, become an anthem for fellow Sunflowers of the Apocalypse.”

You can listen to the tune right here….

Oh she’ll hang me
then she’ll boil me
and she’ll cut me in half thrice
if I cannot speak
some whisper sweet
that will somehow come out nice

for my love is not a dainty rose
but is hardy, tall and strong
like the golden flower out in yon field
feeding birds the winter long

ah my love is wise as the bonny trees
all gathered in the wood –
not that skinny dancing willow she
but the grand old oak so good!

Oh she’ll hang me..etc

Oh my love is not the dancing wave
that flits along the shore
but the giant rock of the ocean cliff
that stands forever more.

I have seen the love of many fair maids
though none so brave and true –
Dear, if I wanted just the fairest maid,
I’d not be in love with you!

(the Lady replies)

Oh she’ll hang me
then she’ll boil me
and she’ll cut me in half thrice
if I cannot speak
some whisper sweet
that will somehow come out nice

Oh I’ll hang you
and I’ll boil you!
and I would cut you in half thrice
but you have not said
one single word
that was not fair and nice

You say I am strong as the sturdy oak
that flimsy I will not be,
nor a sweet and sheltered fading rose
that the sun will never see!

True, the fairest maid may not be I
of those across the land,
but my love for you is of solid rock
while they are grains of sand.

So I’ll hang – your coat
and I’ll boil – some tea
and the new bread I will slice.
Now give up for me
thy poetry
here just come and kiss me thrice.

So I’ll hang your coat
and I’ll boil some tea
and the new bread I will slice
now give up for me
thy poetry
here just come and kiss me thrice

So give up for me
thy poetry
here just come and kiss me thrice.

so give up for me / I’ll give up for thee
thy poetry / my poetry
here just come / I’ll just come
and kiss me thrice / and kiss thee thrice.