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Charlotte_de_Witte
Charlotte_de_Witte
Posts: 360

12/5/2015
Thank-you Lady Sapho for both of your brilliant carols! It's Tricky to find the tune for that last one. As I get more and more from such clever people I kept finding that It's Like That.

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"Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar."

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Philanthropologist
Philanthropologist
Posts: 2

12/6/2015
Away in a Mirror (Alternatively: Away with the Manager)

Away in a mirror, or am I in bed?
In a State of Confusion I lay down my head,
The Judgements can't see me, down here in the gloom,
As I dream of fire, and clifftops and tombs,

The ravens are singing, I startle awake,
From strange dreams of chess games and candles and snakes,
I ask Doctor Schlomo to tell me for why,
"The coins of the night pay the toll of the sky, (hmm?)"

Nightmares is dropping...
Making Waves is increasing...
Having Strange Dreams: A Yuletide Visitation is Increasing - 4 More of Gravy than of Grave!

My guest room is cosy, my jacket is snug,
With laudanum in hand I lie sprawled on the rug,
So cheers to the Manager and his tender care,
and come to the Bethlehem to visit me there,
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La Melusine
La Melusine
Posts: 7

12/7/2015
I chose the most garishly awful Christmas song because I'm pretty sure if you sang this, you'd be a drownie (or worse!) before you even got past the first verse. Don't sing it too loudly... Mr. Sacks might be right behind you. (I'm also pretty new, so.)

Sacky Baby

Sacky baby, just slip a Smile under the tree for my... enemy,
Been an awful good individualofmysteriousandindistinctgender, Sacky baby,
So hurry through the mirror tonight!

Sacky baby, a velocipede too, light blue;
I'll burn my candle all year for you, dear, Sacky baby,
So hurry through the mirror tonight!

Think of all the Morelways I've spilled!
Think of all the citizens I haven't killed!
Next year I could be just as good, if you check off my Ratmas list!

Sacky baby, I want a zubmarine, zounds, that'd be keen,
I've kept my soul all year; Sacky baby,
So hurry through the mirror tonight!

Sacky honey, one little thing I really need...
The key to a room at the Brass Embassy, Sacky baby,
So hurry through the mirror tonight!

Sacky cutie, and fill my stocking with Cider (not sorrow-spiders!),
Make your sack a little lighter, Sacky cutie,
and hurry through the mirror tonight!

Come and trim my Singular Plant with some bling (rats on a string?);
I really do believe in you;
Let's see if you are placated by me!

Sacky baby, forgot to mention one little thing... A 12-Carat Diamond Ring!
(but please not a Mass, Roiling), Sacky baby,
So hurry through the mirror tonight!

Hurry through the mirror tonight!
Hurry... OH! WHAT A FRIGHT!
edited by La Melusine on 12/7/2015

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"'Ha, valyaunt Serseul, how ofte haue I sene your mortal enemyes tofore your presence that neuer ye were aferd, and now for a serpent of femenyne nature ye shake for fere..."
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La Melusine
La Melusine
Posts: 7

12/7/2015
I would also like to add that the actual meter of the original source material for Sacky Baby is unbelievably off-kilter (which is apropos to it being an awful song) and I did try to stick to it fairly faithfully. So any complaints about its a-mellifluous nature can be directed via the game of Knife-and-Candle to Mme. Joan Javits and Mssr. Philip Singer, who it has been often rumored but never proven, are fiercely defended by the Starveling (Eartha) Kitt. Tread lightly, delicious ones, and strike with abandon.

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"'Ha, valyaunt Serseul, how ofte haue I sene your mortal enemyes tofore your presence that neuer ye were aferd, and now for a serpent of femenyne nature ye shake for fere..."
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Charlotte_de_Witte
Charlotte_de_Witte
Posts: 360

12/7/2015
Vous êtes trop modeste, La Melusine. C'est magnifique! Merci beaucoup! smile
edited by Charlotte_de_Witte on 12/7/2015

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"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!

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malthaussen
malthaussen
Posts: 1060

12/7/2015
@le melusine: I can just imagine Eartha Kitt singing this.

-- Mal

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"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.
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KestrelGirl
KestrelGirl
Posts: 138

12/7/2015
UPDATE: Sadly, my efforts to persuade my friend to come to Fallen London failed. However, this! http://community.failbettergames.com/topic21203-fallen-london-song--revel-of-the-masters.aspx

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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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Scarlet Fenwick
Scarlet Fenwick
Posts: 56

12/7/2015
There's another individual who has, in times past, performed some grand conversions of Surface songs to Neathy carols. I give you, the ever maniacal genius Israel Salvador. http://izzysalvador.livejournal.com/tag/carols
edited by OScarletO on 12/7/2015

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Scarlet O. Fenwick, The Crimson Coquette and Scarlet Saint of London

https://twitter.com/#!/OScarletO<---Twitter
http://crimsoncoquette.wordpress.com----The Gallery of the Bazaarine
http://folkfusionista.wordpress.com----The Crimson Ring


Community
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Charlotte_de_Witte
Charlotte_de_Witte
Posts: 360

12/7/2015
Scarlet Fenwick wrote:
There's another individual who has, in times past, performed some grand conversions of Surface songs to Neathy carols. I give you, the ever maniacally genius Israel Salvador. http://izzysalvador.livejournal.com/tag/carols


Thank-you Mme. Fenwick! I knew this must have been tried before. What a fantastic trove of carols! Your own song is wonderful I must also say smile

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"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!

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Charlotte_de_Witte
Charlotte_de_Witte
Posts: 360

12/12/2015
Inspired by recent posts, here is my attempt at something a little more avant-garde.

(Hooo, Hooooo!)

Last Sacksmas, I gave you my soul.
But the very next day, you stole it away.
This year, to get Bazaar’s tears.
I'll give it to someone neath-y.

Last Sackmas, I gave you my soul.
But the very next day, you took it away (you took it away).
This year, as Mr Sacks draws near.
I'll give it to someone neath-y (neath-y).

[Rubbery Euphonium Instrumental]

Once charmed and twice shy.
Abstraction’s victim, but you still catch my eye.
Tell me devil do you recognize me?
Well it's been a day, it doesn't surprise me.

(Merry Sacksmas!)

From my mouth your lies forked it
In a glass prison, "God D--n You!"
You corked it.
Now I know what a fool I've been.
But if you proposed it now,
I fear I'd give it again.


Last Sackmas, I gave you my soul
But the very next day, it’s bottled away (Yes bottled away!).
This year, to get Bazaar’s tears.
I'll give it to someone neath-y (neath-y)

Last Sacksmas, I gave you my soul.
It got sent it back, in a relick’r’s sack!
This year, when Penstock appears.
I'll give it to someone neath-y (neath-y).

(Hooo!)

(Hooo! You devil)


[Small Consonant Violin Solo]


On my card deck, there with glowing eyes.
I’m ignoring you and your pack of lies.
Mr Sacks I know now is someone to rely on.
Me? I’ll have my Tastes of Lacre to bank on.

A smiling deviless with a fire in her heart.
My spirit and body both, she tore them apart!

(Hooo! Hooo!)

Now I’ve found a real fiend, you’ll never fool me again.

Last Sacksmas, I gave you my soul.
But the very next day, you stole it away (you stole it away).
This year, to get Bazaar’s tears.
I'll give it to someone neath-y (neath-y).


Last Sackmas, I gave you my soul
But the very next day, you took it away (and threw me away!)
This year, as Mr Sacks draws near
I'll give it to someone neath-y (neath-y!)

The face of a devil with a spark in his eye (why did you lie?)
Try it again, we’ll see if you demons can die.

(Maybe this year)

I'll give it to someone, I'll give it to someone neath-y.


(Neath-y!)

(Mr Sacks!)


[Dedicated in spirit if not sense to my wonderful editor!]

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"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!

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malthaussen
malthaussen
Posts: 1060

12/12/2015
Choral movement for your next symphony, Charlotte?

-- Mal

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"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.
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Charlotte_de_Witte
Charlotte_de_Witte
Posts: 360

12/12/2015
malthaussen wrote:
Choral movement for your next symphony, Charlotte?

-- Mal


I would be happy to describe it as Somewhat Challenging Music, but perhaps a little popularist for court?

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"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!

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vitamancy
vitamancy
Posts: 44

12/18/2015
Not a carol, but a poem -- a collaborative effort with my darling wife Snotra.


'Twas the night before Sacksmas, and all through the Beth,
The fidgeting writers were dreaming of death.
The traitors were hanged, by the gate with fanfare,
The Widow, she knitted, with nary a care.

The urchins were nestled in the alleys of Spite,
Picking each pocket, beneath moonish light,
And Jack, with his knives, and the Squad in their grog,
Decided they needed new smiles, or a flog.

A noise then rang out with such din and such malice,
I thought that some glimfall'd, taken out the whole palace.
Out of St. Dunstan's rushed Bishops and Vicars,
From the Parlour of Virtue, the gals in their knickers.

Even Jenny, her socks shining bright with allure,
Had a look of alarm, and became more demure.
Away to the pub I flew for good tiding,
With hope to be in my cups, or in hiding.

Yet outside my lodgings, a hunched figure stood
His face fully covered with a thick, fur-lined hood.
“And what have you brought me,” the old man declared,
“It’s the Twelve Days of Sacksmas, or hadn't you heard?”

“Not Irons, Not Mirrors, Not Heats, Cups, or Fires,
I am the Master with a bag of desires!”
Such a curious old fellow, red robe on his back.
I knew in a moment, it must be Mr. Sacks.

I offered him secrets; I offered him clues;
I offered him honey, and stories, and booze.
He snatched up my gifts with a bone-chilling howl
I was happy I couldn’t see under his cowl.

Into his bundle, the goods he did dump,
‘Til his bag was misshapen like a rubbery lump.
And I heard him exclaim as he rushed out of sight,
“Merry Sacksmas for now, I’ll be back the next night!”
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Charlotte_de_Witte
Charlotte_de_Witte
Posts: 360

12/18/2015
Poems are very welcome here! Especially when they are so excellently written! Many thank-yous to both yourself and to Snotra!!

- Please also to everyone, bring along any Sacksmas literary creations you have made, or would like to make of any medium. They are all of them very very welcome smile -
edited by Charlotte_de_Witte on 12/19/2015

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"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!

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malthaussen
malthaussen
Posts: 1060

12/19/2015
@vitamancy: well, I can abandon my version of that one. No matter, it wasn't going anywhere anyway.

-- Mal

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"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.
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The Dark Gentleman
The Dark Gentleman
Posts: 196

12/20/2015
A disconcerting gang of Urchins crowd together on your rooftop, serenading passersby as well as any choir at St. Fiacre's...

O come, all ye shameful, hiding from the Judgments
O come ye, O come ye down here to the Neath
Wander past Spires
Ride with Mr. Fires
O come down to the darkness
O come down to the darkness
O come down to the darkness
It’s marvelous.

Talk with the Urchins, numerous and grubby
They’ll charge you a bundle for a bucket of slush
Walk to the Bazaar, have a chat with Penstock
Then delve into the Wicket
Then delve into the Wicket
Then delve into the Wicket
And see all the Tears.

Watch out for devils, and the Masters’ revels
One takes your soul and the other your wines
Lacre is falling, Snowbound now your Lodgings
So shovel it or pay Fate
So shovel it or pay Fate
So shovel it or pay Fate
For Incarnadine.

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Xane Al-Rahibi
Xane Al-Rahibi
Posts: 78

12/20/2015
Someone please write "God Rest Ye Rubbery Gentlemen"

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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:
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I am open to any and all requests relating to any and all social actions.
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Lord Dude Guy
Lord Dude Guy
Posts: 1

12/22/2017
Overheard from a group of drunk revolutionaries:
Here we come an' arsoning
Among the shroom so damp.
Here we we come a' wailing
An' swinging round a lamp.

REFRAIN:
Rev-o-lution come to you
And to you our arson too,
And remember that phrase "Allll will be well"
And remember that "Allll will be well"

We are not Mr. Masters
Who rule from the Bazaar,
but we are lib-er-ators
who just burned down a bar!

REFRAIN

Then one of them vomited in the street and I didn't get the chance to hear the rest of the song.
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Addis Rook
Addis Rook
Posts: 125

12/22/2017
Carol of the B̶e̶l̶l̶s̶ REVOLUTION
Hark! Hear the Sun
Sweet, Sable Sun
Heed as it says
Throw Laws away

Darkness is here
Bringing good cheer
To young and old
Meek and the bold

Forever on
Laws are now gone
Now we are free
All sing in glee

One seems to hear
Words of great fear
Judgements now shout
As they go out

Oh how they scream
Ripped at their seams
High Wilderness
Now made lawless

Freedom shall ring
All worlds will sing
Songs of good cheer
Darkness is here!

Merry Merry Merry Liberation!
Merry Merry Merry Liberation!

On on extends
On without end
It's darkened throne
To every dome

Hark! Hear the Sun
Sweet, Sable Sun
Heed as it says
Throw Laws away

(Not exactly sacksmas-y, but hey, it's festive)
edited by Addis Rook on 12/22/2017
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Andele Vasyrich
Andele Vasyrich
Posts: 12

12/22/2017
Xane Al-Rahibi wrote:
Someone please write "God Rest Ye Rubbery Gentlemen"



God Rest Ye Rubb'ry Gentlemen
a Sacksmas carol by Andele Vasyrich


God rest ye rubb'ry gentlemen,
Let nothing ye affright!
Remember the warm amber
We robbed from you last night!
To save us all from scandal's power
From what she thought to write,
O tidings of irrigo and joy,
Irrigo, joy
O tidings of irrigo and joy!

She tried to flee across the Zee,
The amber di'nt suffice
To save her from the scandal
She paid the Bazaar's price!
And now the neddy men are here
With Mr Iron's device
O tidings of irrigo and joy,
Irrigo, joy
O tidings of irrigo and joy!

Calm down, ye desperate Londoners
And salivating gloves.
Remember that love stories
Don't fetch much up above!
The false-stars gleam and lacre falls,
A devil's bought a dove,
O tidings of irrigo and joy,
Irrigo, joy
O tidings of irrigo and joy!

God rest ye rubb'ry gentlemen,
For we all love your slime.
We promise not to kill you all
That would take too much time.
Peace and goodwill among ye
And may your poems rhyme!
O tidings of irrigo and joy,
Irrigo, joy
O tidings of irrigo and joooooooooy.

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