For space is wide and good friends are too few.
The wreckage now has vanished
The waves cavort and roll
I’m riding on a coffin and conversing with my soul
I understand completely now what Ahab tried to do
And if I live to get to land I’ll try and do it too
“Ishmael’s Oath,” by Leslie Fish
Rich fantasy lives.
Our peace-bonded knives and our hyperspace drives.
Until that steam engine to Hogwarts arrives,
We have rich fantasy lives.
I posted this ages ago, but at some point the link got hecked up, so here is it again. “Rich Fantasy Lives,” by Rob Balder, performed by Rob Balder and Tom Smith. Chords and lyrics available here.
I’m going to try a virtual folksing tomorrow (Friday the 11th) at 5pm Central. Hope that’s early enough that the UK people can catch some of it. We’ll go until either my voice or my fingers give out.
If you want to request things that aren’t in Rise Up Singing or Rise Again (or filk standards) you can let me know in advance and I’ll see if I can find chords.
I will be there! You should be there.
Ride, warrior, ride
With your blade by your side
Follow on your spirit-steed
While moons darken and bleed
Drink the wind as you fly
Hear the night-beasts cry
Cold tears run with the rain
Down a horses mane
“Warrior,” by Mercedes Lackey, from the novel By the Sword, performed by Meg Davis
Okay, I have an idea. How many people (looking at you Carleton friends and filk friends) would be interested in a virtual folk/filksing?
We can set up a regular time, have someone with a guitar host (maybe alternate between me and @dog-of-ulthar), and then that person leads while other people can make requests and sing along wherever they are. We wouldn’t all be able to hear each other but we’d know the other people are there.
Now I may be wrong, but it seems to me,
When contemplating the dynamics of sex,
That trying to do it in zero-g
May present some pressing problems we did not expect.
“A Reconsideration Of Anatomical Docking Maneuvers In A Zero-Gravity Environment” (AKA The Zero-G Sex Song), written by Diana Gallagher Wu, performed by Kristoph Klover and Ernie Mansfield.
Or, more science words than you ever knew you needed in a song about sex.
And love will seal my lips to every murmur
For silence was the witch’s best advice
And love will heal my hands of every blister
For that too is a portion of the price,
I am the Queen of Spindles.
“Queen of Spindles,” by Talis Kimberley. About a fairy tale, but not the one you probably expect. Lyrics here.
I believe that justice is the same thing as the law
So I conform my opinion to whatever I’ve been told
I’ll admit that I just shrug, no I don’t dwell on it at all
When I hear how some unfortunate hound got thrown in with the wolves
‘Cause deep down I know that the innocent always go free
That there’s someone who’s watching the watchers — it doesn’t have to be me
It’s easy to trust that things are going as they should
As long as it’s no one I know getting nailed onto the wood.
A very politically relevant song from Heather Dale. Lyrics available here.
We are come to the labyrinth tonight,
walking one by one.
In the dark of Samhain, a riddle burning bright,
and candles waving down.
Missed Samhain by a couple days, but honestly when has that ever stopped anyone from doing anything. “Come To The Labyrinth,” by S.J. Tucker, lyrics and chords available here.
They raid your liquor cabinet, though they’re not of age to drink
They’re staging tango competitions in the kitchen sink
They’re critiquing your new painting (your perspective’s off, they say)
And they’re analyzing your décor for optimal feng shui
“Eight-Legged Blues,” by special-edition four-member Vixy & Tony (Michelle Dockrey, Tony Fabris, Betsy Tinney, and Sunnie Larsen)
The part of the spiders is credited to Betsy’s cello, Raven.