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Ship of Stone – Don Simpson

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“Ship of Stone,” by Don Simpson, actually one of the best songs ever written and I will fight you, sung by an unknown vocalist at the 1986 Worldcon.
Hear it with Steve Savitzky on guitar and vocals and Callie Hills on flute here, recorded at Baycon 2006.
LYRICS AND CHORDS HERE!  You have no idea how long it took me to find these chords; I’m so happy now.

(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
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sci-fantasy:

filkyeahfilk:

oral tradition problems

but for real I need to find the lyrics to this song

I heard it at OVFF and it was amazing

Someone filked “The Hand of God” about Superman? Nice. Any memory who it was, by name or description?

Unfortunately, I have no idea who it was, or if the person who sang it was the writer.  And even if they were, remembering that they were white, middle-aged, and very, very ordinary-looking wouldn’t help much…

You Bash the Balrog – Lee Gold

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Lyrics by Lee Gold, to the tune of “Waltzing Matilda.”  Sing it with friends as a fun party game.

Once a jolly Cleric, and a magic-using Elf,
And a mighty Dwarf with a sword plus three
Left their native village – out to get their share of pelf.
You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.

First they met a Goblin – with a fire-breathing Hound.
They bashed and they smashed and they scragged them with glee.
Afterwards they searched them – and a Magic Potion found.
You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.

The low Wisdom Swordsman picked it up and drank it down,
Changed to a Wolf immediately.
No one could Dispell it, so they headed back to town.
You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.

Then a loud voice bellowed, “Who has slain the Goblin King?”
Round turned our heroes; what did they see?
Swooping down upon them was a Balrog on the wing.
You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.

“Help,” screamed the Cleric; “Ditto,” yelled the Elven Mage.
The Wolf whimpered low – and he tried to flee.
The Balrog fell upon them, and his flames began to rage;
You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.

They ran through the forest, looking for a place to hide,
Pursued by the Balrog, so fierce to see.
“Wait,” cried the Elf Mage; “I have got a plan,” he lied.
“You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.”

Once a mighty Balrog slew a Cleric and an Elf
And a smallish Wolf who had teeth plus three,
Skinned them and tanned their hides…and kept them on a closet shelf.
You bash the Balrog, while I climb the tree.