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Sacksmas Carols!

Charlotte_de_Witte Posts: 360 11/30/2015	(aka. not so top secret project) Delectable Friends! Sacksmas is nearly upon us! Very soon, I hope, we shall all be up to our petticoats (I've seen what you Gents get up to when you think I'm not looking ) in probable Snow and certain Joy! To spread the festive spirit I invite you all to join me at Benthic College's Kings Chapel for a seasonal concert of our very favourite Sacksmas Carols. -With the help of some very fine fellows, and the use of most terrible Red Sciences, I have come up with the idea of converting some well know Christmas Carols into their right proper and respectable Neathy forms. Please, join in if you have an idea for one too! (But beware merciless metre-ologists (no i don't mean weathermen) of the highest order stalk these dark and pungent halls). For your kind consideration, and quite possible delight I give you- Neathy the Noman Neathy the Noman, he didn’t have a soul, With a Skyglass knife, an Amber nose, and two eyes as black as coal. Neathy the Noman, is an old Zee-tale, they say. Not made of snow, but the Urchins know how he came to life one day. There must be some magic in that Unfinished Hat they found, For when they placed it on his head, he began to stalk around! Oh, Neathy, the Noman, was alive as he could be; and the Urchins say he might write a play, just the same as you and me. Neathy the Noman, knew it was De Gust’bus day, so he said, "Let's go, ‘cause you’re out of snow, and soon I’ll melt away." Down to Veilgarden, with a B’jewelled cane in his hand, Running with delight, all around the Spite, sayin', "Teach me if you can." He led them down the streets of London to a Neddy man; and only paused a moment, when he shout out, "D--n!" For Neathy, the Noman, had soon to fade away, But he waved goodbye, sayin' "Don't you cry, For All Will Be Well someday!" Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump, look at Neathy go. Thumpety thump, thump, thumpety thump, thump, made from Unusual Pails of Snow. (A very big thank you to my editors Malthaussen and Sestina Valdis) Your servant, -Mlle. Charlotte de Witte. edited by Charlotte_de_Witte on 12/6/2015 -- "Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar." Social actions welcome. Only, send me dupes if you need help with the Affluent Photographer please, I like the bats! [And boxed kitties, and extreme gardening]- Thank-you! http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Charlotte%20de%20Witte
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malthaussen Posts: 1060 11/30/2015	"Mister Sacks is Coming to Town" You better watch out You better not cry Better not flout In the Shadows, here's why: Mister Sacks is coming to Town. Are you on his list? Here's a little advice He'll find out if you're naughty or nice: Mister Sacks is coming to Town He sees you when you're lurking Or selling fancy clocks. He knows if you've been smuggling for The Widow at the Docks. Oh, you better watch out Or you're gonna cry Sacksmas is about How much lacre you buy. Mister Sacks is coming to Town. Mister Sacks is coming to Town. -- Mal -- "Of two choices, I always take the third." Will do all socials except Loitering or Private Evenings (all my Free Evenings are accounted for), and Affluent Photographer Betrayals only, please. I am not currently accepting calling cards. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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Charlotte_de_Witte Posts: 360 11/30/2015	Brilliant work Mal! Thank-you - Seeing the current mood of the Forum I'm beginning to think I should have done 'Let it Snow'- edited by Charlotte_de_Witte on 11/30/2015 -- "Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar." Social actions welcome. Only, send me dupes if you need help with the Affluent Photographer please, I like the bats! [And boxed kitties, and extreme gardening]- Thank-you! http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Charlotte%20de%20Witte
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malthaussen Posts: 1060 11/30/2015	https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CH2KGboA35c -- Mal -- "Of two choices, I always take the third." Will do all socials except Loitering or Private Evenings (all my Free Evenings are accounted for), and Affluent Photographer Betrayals only, please. I am not currently accepting calling cards. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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Sestina Valdis Posts: 210 11/30/2015	((Thanks, Charlotte, I was deciding on which one to write about. =P)) Oh, the weather outside is frightful 'though the glimfall is real delightful. But what I need 's lacre, so... Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! I would like a black Spire for shopping, But I find that the cost is stopping My purchasing power, so Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! During Sacksmas the price is right For a new home to keep me warm, Even though Neath-snow is a blight That defies ev'ry natural norm. My Hotel Room's getting crowded-- Wish I could forget about it. No, I don't need Irrigo... I need snow, I need snow, I need snow! In my Townhouse, I find I am shiv'ring, But that Embassy room is deliv'ring A soulful red brimstone glow. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! During Sacksmas the price is right For a new home to keep me warm, Even though Neath-snow is a blight That defies ev'ry natural norm. How I tire of intimate devils And scandalous, honey-soaked revels, Yes, I need a quiet place to go. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! ((Edit: Corrected "lacquer" into "lacre." Thanks Mal!)) edited by Sestina Valdis on 11/30/2015 edited by Sestina Valdis on 12/1/2015 -- Sestina Valdis, the Saccharine Satirist. Appearance and Misc. Accoutrements A Past Scattered Across Discarded Stockings Fei Xue, the Artful Assassin. Self Edward de Riere, the Barebones Baron. Avatar by Daniel Ilinca.
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Zhorgren Posts: 23 12/2/2015	While I'm sure this is by far not the only nor the first version of this particular carol, I'm glad to share the festivities. On the twelfth day of Sacksmas Mister Sacks took from me Twelve Sigils flaming Eleven Drownies singing Ten candles dripping Nine Clay Men working Eight Cats Starveling SEVEN LETTERS EATEN Six Jacks a'Smiling Five Hell-Brass Rings Four Rubb'ry Lumps Three safe ways Two mushroom wines And a box of rats delivered for free -- "Elapsam semel occasionem non ipse potest Iuppiter reprehendere, Quoth" "Shut up, Maggie" http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Zhorgren
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Tymek Posts: 50 12/2/2015	I'm not saying that a Neathy Christmas album would be the best thing ever. All I'm saying is that I might be willing to pay inordinate amounts of money for it. Also, have any of you seen this gem? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJ5gvH4XJoc
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Lady Sapho Byron Posts: 770 12/2/2015	Warning: Not for the squeamish! Also, a very minor Jack of Smiles spoiler (can someone tell me how to make the little spoiler hider box?). Lo How a Jack E'er Slaying Low how a Jack e'er slaying From lacre-man has sprung Of Masters’ planning coming Bloody rampage now begun. He holds a blade so bright. Amid the cold of winter All London’s full of fright. He wields a wicked knife, The Jack I have in mind. Severing both limb and life, His thoughts are never kind. He's stalking London's night Thinking of red murder: All London's full of fright. This Jack, anyone possessing, Sprays blood into the air Savagely dismemb'ring Unwary people everywhere A spirit dark and foul-- Be careful my good friend: He is always on the prowl. edited by Lady Sapho Byron on 12/2/2015 -- http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Lady%20Sapho%20L%20Byron Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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malthaussen Posts: 1060 12/2/2015	Had to Google that carol, I am not what one might call religious. Very nice, and very good! For those who, like me, may not be so well-versed in carols, it is done to the tune of "Lo, How a Rose e'er Blooming." -- Mal -- "Of two choices, I always take the third." Will do all socials except Loitering or Private Evenings (all my Free Evenings are accounted for), and Affluent Photographer Betrayals only, please. I am not currently accepting calling cards. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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Nepeta Posts: 31 12/2/2015	Argh. I think I accidentally hit "report" on somebody's box. Apologies to whomever I tagged and to the moderators. -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Nepeta
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Lady Sapho Byron Posts: 770 12/2/2015	Nepeta wrote: Argh. I think I accidentally hit "report" on somebody's box. Apologies to whomever I tagged and to the moderators. If it was me, no worries: I am no stranger to running afoul of the Special Constabulary. -- http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Lady%20Sapho%20L%20Byron Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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Michile Posts: 44 12/2/2015	"Here Comes Mister Sacks" Here comes Mister Sacks, Here comes Mister Sacks, Right down Ladybones Lane. Vince and Fritz and all his Clay Men Carryin'candy canes. Chimes are ringin', urchins singin', All is merry and bright. So hang your stockings and say your prayers, 'Cause Mister Sacks comes tonight. Here comes Mister Sacks, Here comes Mister Sacks, Right past Watchmaker's pubs. He's got honey and glim and pearls and brass And a few Parabola cubs. See his sedan chair rising and falling, Oh what a beautiful sight, So jump in bed, and cover your head, 'Cause Mister Sacks comes tonight. Here comes Mister Sacks, Here comes Mister Sacks, To Veilgarden's honey-dens. Actors and poets and working girls And all their jolly friends. Singing carols, fighting with lacre, Banned books are burning bright, So light your pipes and nibble your cookies, Mister Sacks comes tonight. Here comes Mister Sacks, Here comes Mister Sacks, Right through the alleys of Spite. All the Urchins chasing him, Try to pick his pockets, right. Puddings, cakes, and lots of eggnog, Are what they want tonight, So let's give thanks to Failbetter Games 'Cause Mister Sacks comes tonight. Happy Neathmas, y'all. -- "Be the change you want to see in the world." http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Michile
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Philanthropologist Posts: 2 12/3/2015	On request I offer a neathy twist on a seasonal favourite. The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown, Oh the rising of THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN THE S
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Charlotte_de_Witte Posts: 360 12/3/2015	Thank-you Philanthropologist! Its mesmerising! Oh dear me! With all these extra carols coming in I'm going to have to put the whole scheduled for the concert into a completely New Sequence... edited by Charlotte_de_Witte on 12/4/2015 -- "Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar." Social actions welcome. Only, send me dupes if you need help with the Affluent Photographer please, I like the bats! [And boxed kitties, and extreme gardening]- Thank-you! http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Charlotte%20de%20Witte
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Shalinoth Posts: 493 12/3/2015	Lady Sapho Byron wrote: Warning: Not for the squeamish! Lo How a Jack E'er Slaying My Jacks approve! Two bloody stumps up.. -- Profiles: Shally, Chimes & Jack~of~Smiles . . . Current Goal:
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Parelle Posts: 1084 12/3/2015	I apologize in advance for this. Particularly because it got in my head and refused to leave. Edit: instrumental version with just the right amount of menace: http://youtu.be/d739uAG3uS4 I saw three ships come sailing in To Wolfstalk quay, oh Wolfstalk quay I saw three ships come sailing in To London's quay in the morning. And the zee clipper sailed over the Zee Orthos' fleet away, sees how they lay The fastest ship of those three Came back to rest in the morning. The majestic Yatch glides over the zee Pleasure shall be, all to play The zubmarine dived under the zee Never to be seen in the morning The drownies in chorus singing for thee To be away, ahoy and weigh! And fled away on the wind o'r the lee Out to zee in the morning And visit those dread Sisters three For tea today, herbs to lay Mutton Island's well so deep To watch one hour in the morning Corpsegate's beaches their quiet sleep Grunting Fen's day, oh dismay! Bullbone Island, its bones to keep Right clean they are in the morning Port Carnelian's call a governor to be Hip hip hurray! Hip hip hurray! And by the Republic changed ye be And never the same in the morning And how to get to Polythreme? So far away, so far away? A map that screams shall take Thee Across the sea in the morning And The way North ever shall be Blocked from thee, or some other day? And the Name we ever shall Seek Or hunger again in the morning? The drownies frolic and sing For ye today, Quiet! they say Their voices too, call to thee Drawn deep to zee in the morning Then back to London shall we be Oh Wolfstalk quay, London's quay And never sail more on the sunless sea For I swim with the drownies in the morning. edited by Parelle on 12/4/2015 -- Parelle, Lady Joseph Marlen. The Singular Librarian. A Midnighter, a Player of the Marvelous. pages from a dusty bookshop: a badly updated FL changelog \| Useful Guidance and Explanations
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Xane Al-Rahibi Posts: 78 12/4/2015	These are all truly amazing, I'm commenting so I can find this later and annoy my family members with these songs! edited by Xane Al-Rahibi on 12/20/2015 -- Xane Al-Rahibi: A sacrosanct symphonist, aberrant author, palatable poet, and darn good euphophonist to boot, Oh, and Eighth Offprint Opus of The Omnibus Octavo This is how you may contact me in the world of Fallen London: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Xane~Al-Rahibi I am open to any and all requests relating to any and all social actions.
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KestrelGirl Posts: 138 12/4/2015	Now, we just need to get a singer for all of these. I actually have a friend who sings well, can handle Christmas carols (unlike me), and seems like the type who'd enjoy Fallen London. Now that I think about it, she seems like the kind of girl whose Persuasive and Connected: Bohemian would skyrocket in a matter of days. And even better, I have her as a Secret Santa partner... I might get her a month of Exceptional Friendship if she joins! Does anyone else volunteer in case my attempts fail? -- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/KestrelGirl The Sociable Academic/KestrelGirl, an inescapable, sagacious, irresistible and breathtaking Lady of Some Importance. (Also add: terrifying, lethal, and perhaps midnight.) Proud owner of the Neathy Informer, a newspaper dedicated to the truth. Help me out with my FL/SS lore wiki, The Fifth City! http://www.thefifthcity.wikia.com
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Charlotte_de_Witte Posts: 360 12/5/2015	One more in honour of the newly fallen So-called Snow. We Three Clays Of Polythreme Are Sailing West We Traverse Afar Fluke And Fountain, Moth And Mountain Sighted From The Spar O Town Of Smokestacks, Town Of Lights Town Of Heiress’s Beauty Bright. Westward Steaming, Bat Proceeding, Guide Us To A Quite Life. Born A Beast On Babylon’s Plain, A Heart’s Gift So He’d Live Again. King Forever, Ceasing Never, Screaming Eternal Pain. O Town Of Candles, Town Of Knives Town Where It Is Hard To Die Westward Steaming, Bat Proceeding, Guide Us To A Useful Life. Strong-Backed Work To Offer Have I Tending Furnaces Very High Shovel And Stoking, Smoke Soon Choking This Labour Soon Is Nigh O Town Of Shadows, Town Of Lies Town Where Stealing Thieves Do Try, Westward Steaming, Bat Proceeding, Guide Us To A Furtive Life. Duty Is Mine, Loyal And True Faithful Of Mind And Action Too Serving, Trusty, Looming, Silent Keeping A Guard Over You. O Town Of Masters, And Bazaar Town Of Echoes, Not Now Far Westward Steaming, Bat Proceeding, Guide Us To A Wealthy Life. Glorious Now Behold It Arise City And Spires Both We Do Prize Red Fire Burning, Bright Lights Shining What Sight For Our Eyes. Town Of London, Jewel Of Neath City Fallen At Love’s B’queath Traitor Given, Sun Forsaken Lost To You Your Starry Wreath. (A very big thank-you to Lady Sapho Byron and Mal for all their help with this one) Merry Sacksmas and a Happy New Lodgings to you all! @KestrlGirl - That is an amazing idea! I do hope your friend says yes to both the Carols and to Fallen London :-) edited by Charlotte_de_Witte on 12/6/2015 -- "Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar." Social actions welcome. Only, send me dupes if you need help with the Affluent Photographer please, I like the bats! [And boxed kitties, and extreme gardening]- Thank-you! http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Charlotte%20de%20Witte
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Lady Sapho Byron Posts: 770 12/5/2015	Christmas in Spite It was December twenty-fourth and in Spite it was dark When I seen a man chilllin' with his sack in the park. I approached him very slowly with my heart full of fear, Looked at his sack, oh my God! it seemed so queer! But then I was illin' cause the man wore a hood, It covered his face and he was up to no good. So I turned my head a second and the man was gone But he must have dropped his wallet smack dead on the lawn I picked up the wallet and I couldn't relax Cause the card inside cold read "Mr Sacks!" A million echoes in it, never cold brass indeed Enough to buy a yacht, matching sedan with ease But I'd never steal from Sacks 'cause that ain't safe So my plan was to pawn it all off on some naïf, But when I got home found a cinder under my tree And a letter from Feb'rary said the loot was for me!! It's Christmas time in Neathy Spite Mom's cookin' rats all through the night, We hope to get our toffee spores, Lacre fights and Sacks at our doors; Send and receive a Christmas card, Check the Advent cal, it isn't hard, Warm you feet by the hot Yule log Hang pictures of a painted mog. Most rhymes you hear are rhymes of peril But this time'f year we bust Neathy carols, Songs so loud and proud to hear it It's Christmas time and we got the spirit, Jack Smiles chillin, upgrade your dwellin' Taste the lacre 'cause the wicket's sellin'. The place is Spite, time the healer is here So the whole wide Neath is filled with cheer! My name's Lady B with the pen in my hand And I'm planin' and schemin' to get a noman, So open your eyes, lend me an ear, I want to say Merry Christmas to all, and Happy New Year! edited by Lady Sapho Byron on 12/5/2015 -- http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Lady%20Sapho%20L%20Byron Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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