“Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Vikings” – good sound advice from Joe Bethancourt, a bit late for most of the Society for Creative Anachronism crowd
From Eva Baskins:
Since this is a show theme song, I’m not sure if it counts, but… Rocket Robin Hood! This feels like something that could have a filk following, just because the concept opens up so many questions! (I’ll admit, I’ve never actually watched it, and I only just now found out the thing existed.)
…can’t say I’ve ever heard of it either, but MAN what a concept. And now if I had to explain filk to someone without using any actual filk music…I might just show them this.
And you’ll regret that ever you fed
At the board of Anne Bonny…
A very earnest song about pirates (lyrics) by Annwn, and one to the same tune, performed by the same band, but with lyrics by Bob Kanefesky, which is…earnest in its own way. Take care among pirates, they rarely wash the dishes.
From the liner notes of the Roundworm album: “whey hay (/hwA ‘hA/) n. a fibrous yellow mold (Coloropus yukosporus) commonly found on expired cottage cheese. See also dairy down.”
Content warning, in case the above isn’t enough: the second song is about very, very unsanitary kitchen conditions.
(Series: Filksong Genealogy)
(Few, forgotten and lonely,
Where the empty metals shine—
No, not combatants—only
Details guarding the line.)
“Bridge-Guard in the Karroo” by Rudyard Kipling, set to music and sung by Leslie Fish. The poem is said (by Wikipedia) to evoke “the loneliness experienced by blockhouse soldiers at Ketting station on the Dwyka River while guarding the Karoo railway track, a lifeline during the South African War.” Thank god for Wikipedia, because I know nothing about the South African War.
Lady MacBeth said to Helen of Troy
When they finished the wine they’d been drinking
“I’m all for regicide once in a while, but
Helen, dear, what were you thinking?”
“Archetype Cafe,” by Talis Kimberley, for all the reviled and diminished women of history and myth, with Tim Walker on drums and Simon Fairbourn on bassoon (and holy hell he is good). Lyrics available here.
Find me a sword with a pacifist’s soul
Making peace while the ages roll
So many years to roam.
I found the lyrics and chords to this song unexpectedly, and I was so surprised, since Fish chords are often hard to find, especially for more obscure songs, that I had to go looking for a recording, and I was surprised to find that to. Even better, this was recorded in a Worldcon room party called the SIN PIT.
“Harvester,” by Leslie Fish, lyrics and chords available here
(Also, please notice the little picture I found of guys in slashed doublets demonstrating scythe fighting techniques. I found more in which their pants were intact; apparently there’s some kind of progression of superficial damage doing on and I appreciate the artist’s thoroughness.)
Prometheus they say brought god’s fire down to man
And we’ve caught it, tamed it, trained it since our history began
Now we’re going back to Heaven just to look Him in the eye
And there’s a thunder ‘cross the land and a fire in the sky.
“Fire in the Sky,” by Jordin Kare, performed by Kristoph Klover – for when you want to be REALLY PUMPED ABOUT SPACE but also kind of sad and afraid.
Fire in the Glen by Andy M. Stewart
R.I.P Andy M. Stewart, 8th September 1952 – 27th December 2015
You will never be forgotten
Considering I found out this singer had passed on from a filk group on facebook, this seems appropriate to post. Anthony M. Stewart (best known as the singer from Silly Wizard) will always be one of my favorite folksingers.
And at Home they’re making merry ‘neath the white and scarlet berry –
What part have India’s exiles in their mirth?
A belated Christmas present – Mark Horning performing his version of Kipling’s “Christmas in India” at the last Phoenix housefilk
It’s the stock and the cellar and the hearth and the hive
Will decide who falls and who survives
And we’re going to need our kitchen heroes then
A song for the squires, healers, farmers, and cooks – “Kitchen Heroes,” by Talis Kimberley
I’ve been on Tumblr too long and thought this would be about relationship ships, and it’s…very much not. Honestly, it’s better. There are some phrases in this I never expected to hear sung.
Performed by Andrew Ross, with Sunnie Larsen, CD Woodbury and David Rogers, at Orycon 37. A parody of you-know-what, by the Proclaimers.
“Rimini,” a marching song for the Roman legions, words by Rudyard Kipling, tune by Leslie Fish.
I spent a while messing with Riffstation to try and figure out the chords for this, and it worked…alright. What I came up with may not be exact, but it works. Try substituting fifths and nearby minor chords if anything doesn’t sound right to you. I believe Fish has it capoed up four frets; anyway, this is the easiest key I found.
Lyrics and chords here
A grazing mace, how sweet the sound, that felled my foe for me
I bashed his head, he struck the ground, and thus came victory
My mace has taught my foes to fear, that mace my fear relieved
How precious did my mace appear, when I my mace received
Through many tourneys wars and fairs, I have already come
My mace has brought me safe thus far, my mace will bring me home
The King has promised good to me, his word my hope secures
I will his shield and weapon be, when he gives me my spurs
And when my mace my foeman nails, that mortal strife shall cease
And we’ll possess within our pale, a life of joy and peace
A grazing mace, how sweet the sound that flattened a wretch like thee!
whose head is flat, that once was round done in by my mace….and me!
SCA fight song (To the tune of Amazing Grace)