Another post-apocalyptic song by Leslie Fish, sung by Mark Heiman. This is one of my favorite Fish songs, but I’ve never actually heard it sung by her.
Find me a sword with a pacifist’s soul Harvester! Harvester!
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.)
So dress your ranks, lift your pikes
Tight as the teeth of a comb.
Rattling, clanking, down the road
Dressed in leather and steel and woad,
All too aware of history’s load
The War is going home!-
The War is coming home!
Pretty much the ultimate power fantasy for an anarchist SCA nerd, “Serious Steel” by Leslie Fish.
Bonds of blood and bonds of steel
Bonds of god-fire and of need,
Bonds that only we to feel
Bonds of word and bonds of deed,
Bonds we took – and knew the cost
Bonds we swore without mistake
Bonds that give more than we lost,
Bonds that grant more than they take
“Oathbound,” from a novel by Mercedes Lackey, sung by Leslie Fish and Heather Alexander, with Greg Shaver on guitar
Bonds of blood and bonds of steel
Bonds of god-fire and of need,
Bonds that only we to feel
Bonds of word and bonds of deed,
Bonds we took – and knew the cost
Bonds we swore without mistake
Bonds that give more than we lost,
Bonds that grant more than they take
“Oathbreakers,” from a novel by Mercedes Lackey, sung by Leslie Fish and…other people. I’m not sure the YouTube description is actually accurate, so I’ll leave it at that.
Oh my sire was a troll, and my dam was an elf.
They had plans for my use. I had plans for myself.
From his frame I grew strong. From her wit I grew wise.
Damn their hearts! Damn their guts! Damn their eyes!
“Troll Hall”, written by Leslie Fish (and sung by, I’m fairly sure, Julia Ecklar)