Charlotte_de_Witte
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11/30/2015
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(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
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"Do one thing for me, Sredni Vashtar."
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Philanthropologist
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12/3/2015
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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,
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Philanthropologist
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12/6/2015
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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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Michile
Posts: 44
12/2/2015
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"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.
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malthaussen
Posts: 1060
11/30/2015
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"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
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Zhorgren
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12/2/2015
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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
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Charlotte_de_Witte
Posts: 360
12/5/2015
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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
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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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Sestina Valdis
Posts: 210
11/30/2015
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((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
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A Past Scattered Across Discarded Stockings
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Lady Sapho Byron
Posts: 770
12/2/2015
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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
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Parelle
Posts: 1084
12/3/2015
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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
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Charlotte_de_Witte
Posts: 360
12/12/2015
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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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vitamancy
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12/18/2015
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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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Xane Al-Rahibi
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12/20/2015
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Someone please write "God Rest Ye Rubbery Gentlemen"
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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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La Melusine
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12/7/2015
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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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The Dark Gentleman
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12/20/2015
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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 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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Lady Sapho Byron
Posts: 770
12/5/2015
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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
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Fighting the Menace of Corsetry Since 1892.
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Tymek
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12/2/2015
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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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malthaussen
Posts: 1060
12/2/2015
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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
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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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Lady Sapho Byron
Posts: 770
12/2/2015
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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.
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Xane Al-Rahibi
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12/4/2015
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These are all truly amazing, I'm commenting so I can find this later and annoy my family members with these songs!
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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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KestrelGirl
Posts: 138
12/4/2015
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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?
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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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Shalinoth
Posts: 493
12/3/2015
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Lady Sapho Byron wrote:
Warning: Not for the squeamish!
Lo How a Jack E'er Slaying
My Jacks approve! Two bloody stumps up..
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La Melusine
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12/7/2015
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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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Scarlet Fenwick
Posts: 56
12/7/2015
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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
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Addis Rook
Posts: 125
12/22/2017
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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)
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Charlotte_de_Witte
Posts: 360
12/5/2015
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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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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
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11/30/2015
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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
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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
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11/30/2015
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CH2KGboA35c
-- 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.
http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/malthaussen
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Lord Dude Guy
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12/22/2017
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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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Charlotte_de_Witte
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12/7/2015
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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
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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
Posts: 1060
12/12/2015
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Choral movement for your next symphony, Charlotte?
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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
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12/12/2015
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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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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
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12/7/2015
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@le melusine: I can just imagine Eartha Kitt singing this.
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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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