 Passionario Posts: 777
2/13/2017
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There was once a Courier in dark sunless space Who was bored of their lightnings and shapeful disgrace She soared through the currents, aloof and alone Till an old yellow star she did stumble upon
And a hey-ho she's boinking the Sun Who cares about Law, amalgamy is fun! A messenger crab and a star fused as one And a hey-ho she's boinking the Sun
They boinked with great gusto and cosmic delight In full view of thrones of the Red, Gold and White But before Sun could claim her as his lawful bride They gave birth to child known as Mountain of Light
And a hey-ho she's boinking the Sun Who cares about Law, amalgamy is fun! From Judgmental sight to the Neath they did run And a hey-ho she's boinking the Sun
After five stolen cities Sun wanted to quit It got tired of her bats and her cold lacre pits The Courier gave Empress the keys to the skies... And the stars of the Reach started dropping like flies!
And a hey-ho she was boinking the Sun The Great Chain of Being has no room for such fun! Their love story over before it begun Because hey-ho she was boinking the Sun!
(original) edited by Passionario on 2/14/2017
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 OctaviaCrowe Posts: 137
2/13/2017
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...gods.
I love it!
-- Ms. Octavia Crowe, the Hellfaring Mystic, former keeper of the Books of Brass. The Seeking... the Name... it has devoured... everything.
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 Barse Posts: 706
2/13/2017
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Old London Town
(To the tune of “Blow the Man Down”) Come, all you old salts that remember the zee Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town Gaze out at the stars and sing this with me And still we go further from Old London Town We’re freed from the dark and we’re freed from the earth Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town We’re eager to prove both our mettle and worth And still we go further from Old London Town We made a new Blighty for country and queen Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town Guarded from Law by the Devils’ machine And still we go further from Old London Town Well, Victoria reigns from the great Throne of Hours Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town And in aid of the Empire we made the space ours And still we go further from Old London Town Now we soar on our ships down the Isambard Line Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town Fearing no Judgement or omen or sign And still we go further from Old London Town For with Leadbeater’s engines to keep us on course Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town And Cotterell’s weapons of shattering force And still we go further from Old London Town We have nothing to fear from pirate nor fluke Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town No, we’ll fend them all off with a British rebuke! And Victoria’s Empire will never go down!
(It got a bit worryingly Colonial, which wasn't my intention when I started, but I guess it fits with the Victorian attitude towards exploration. It's tempting to keep writing couplets forever, but I thought I'd better draw the line somewhere.) edited by Barselaar on 2/14/2017
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The Scorched Sailor, up for most social actions and RP. Not as scary as he looks.
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 Catherine Raymond Posts: 2518
2/13/2017
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Barselaar wrote:
Old London Town (To the tune of “Blow the Man Down” - it got a bit worryingly Colonial, which wasn't my intention when I started, but I guess it fits with the Victorian attitude towards exploration.) Come, all you old salts that remember the zee Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town Gaze out at the stars and sing this with me And still we go further from Old London Town We’re freed from the dark and we’re freed from the earth Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town We’re eager to prove both our mettle and worth And still we go further from Old London Town We made a new Blighty for country and queen Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town Guarded from Law by the Devils’ machine And still we go further from Old London Town Well, Victoria reigns from the great Throne of Hours Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town And in aid of the Empire we made the space ours And still we go further from Old London Town Now we soar on our ships down the Isambard Line Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town Fearing no Judgement or omen or sign And still we go further from Old London Town For with Leadbeater’s engines to keep us on course Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town And Cotterell’s weapons’ shattering force And still we go further from Old London Town We have nothing to fear from pirate nor fluke Oh, we came all this way from Old London Town No, we’ll fend them all off with a British rebuke! And Victoria’s Empire will never go down!
Wow. I like this one even better than Passionario's!
-- Cathy Raymond http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/cathyr19355
Catherine Raymond aka Mrs. Rykar Malkus http://fallenlondon.com/Profile/Catherine%20Raymond (Gone NORTH)
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 Diptych Administrator Posts: 3493
2/14/2017
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I thought, for my shanty, rather than the nautical meter, I'd take inspiration from the tradition of railway songs. So, here is the first verse and chorus of a piece that follows the tune of "Railroading on the Great Divide."
'twas nineteen-hundred I started to roam Out from New London, no echoes, no home Took a ride on the Isambard Line To see for myself the Wild'ness High
Railroading on the Wild'ness High Nothing around me but that great Sunless Sky It's there you'll find me as year-mines run dry Railroading on the Wild'ness High
-- Sir Frederick, the Libertarian Esotericist. Lord Hubris, the Bloody Baron. Juniper Brown, the Ill-Fated Orphan. Esther Ellis-Hall, the Fashionable Fabian.
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 phryne Posts: 1347
2/14/2017
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(to the tune of "Sloop John B")
I been on this train for years Same ol' Isambard Line Roamin' through the blackness between stars The emptiness and the void Have got into my head (into my head) I feel so broke up, I just want to go home
So stoke up the engines 'gain See how the chimneys steam Call for the captain, please Let me go home (let me go home) I want to go home (yeah, yeah) I feel so broke up, will I ever go home?
Albion's not so bad But the Far Reaches are mad I'll never forget those Scrive-Spinsters we fought Scorn-Flukes and much worse How am I still alive? (am I alive?) I feel so broke up, I just want to go home
So stoke up the engines 'gain See how the chimneys steam Call for the captain, please Let me go home (let me go home) I want to go home (yeah, yeah) I feel so broke up, will I ever go home?
We call Port Prosper our home But how ever we might pretend It's not the same as Old London Town That's why I've been drinkin' all night Sure got into a fight (drinkin' all night) I feel so broke up, I just want to go home
So stoke up the engines 'gain See how the chimneys steam Call for the captain, please Let me go home (let me go home) I want to go home (yeah, yeah) I feel so broke up, will I ever go home?
The chief engineer got drunk And broke in the cap'n's trunk What she saw there changed her so much She's never been the same Now she won't leave me alone (leave me alone) Please give me a break gal, I want to go home
So stoke up the engines 'gain See how the chimneys steam Call for the captain, please Let me go home (let me go home) I want to go home (yeah, yeah) I feel so broke up, will I ever go home?
The poor cook he caught the fits From some bad batch of Murgatroyd's Grits And then he tried to eat up all of the crew Now how will we go home? He even ate our owl scout (and the rabbit too) This is the worst trip I've ever been on!
So stoke up the engines 'gain See how the chimneys steam Call for the captain, please Let me go home (let me go home) I want to go home (yeah, yeah) I feel so broke up, will I ever go home?
-- edited by phryne on 2/14/2017
-- Accounts: Bag a Legend • Light Fingers • Heart's Desire • Nemesis • no ambition Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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 TheThirdPolice Posts: 609
2/14/2017
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To the tune of "The Saga of Molly's Revenge" (sh, it's definitely a shanty):
We've left behind husbands We've left behind wives We may never see home for the rest of our lives But some things still follow wherever we go... the Barnets are everywhere, mid, high, and low the Barnets are everywhere, mid, high, and low
Low Barnet was whimsy, The old captain said Naught but a thought that passed through his head But who carved "Blue Barnet" on Fathomking's Hold And why do the letters look terrible old? All cross the damn Unterzee, terrible old
Cross through Avid Barnet Get out of the damp Stop at Sky Barnet for a better lamp By Barnabet's orders, the first mate commands Fly past Furthest Barnet to unexplored lands! Fly past Furthest Barnet to unexplored lands!
Six weeks off the tracks The train stinks like a barn When Barnold the cabin boy hears a strange horn We rush to the roof for the wonders to see... And read the words "Barnet four hundred and three" Yes, we read the words "Barnet four hundred and three"!
-- Excessive Corpse & Tender to Irreal Ravens
Lover of Flawed Souls
And with especial pride, Worst Screwup of the Decade!
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 phryne Posts: 1347
2/14/2017
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(tune of Sloop John B - this is the official 70-words entry)
Been on this train for years Same ol' Isambard Line Roamin' through the blackness between stars The emptiness and the void Got into my head I feel so broke up, I just wanna go home So stoke up the engines 'gain See how the chimneys steam Call for the captain, please Let me go home I want to go home I feel so broke up, will I ever go home?
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edited by phryne on 2/14/2017
-- Accounts: Bag a Legend • Light Fingers • Heart's Desire • Nemesis • no ambition Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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 Ludovico Santiago Posts: 14
2/14/2017
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Here's my entry:
In the land of endless day, through the black we'll sail away. Strange things prowl beyond our light, crews go mad, beset with fright. Risk the shoals, where pirates hide, our faith in our strong broadside. Though time's our cargo, new coin'd when, we'll not soon see our homes again.
I'm not completely happy with this, but I may edit it later.
-- http://www.fallenlondon.com/Profile/Ludovico%20Santiago
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 Vortigaunt Posts: 51
2/15/2017
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I posted mine to the tumblr tag, but here it is here!
The Empress has her throne, the anarchists have their devices The devils have their souls, the bohemians have their vices
The rubberies have their amber, the constables have their cycles The urchins have their mischief, the army has their rifles
The dead have their bandages, the fingerkings have their dreams The seekers have their hunger, and the masters have their schemes
We have made this Sunless Sky ours A new home among the stars
But as the heavens burns, the Chain breaks, and the blood of Judgements flow
All of us will have wished we had stayed down below
-- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Vortigaunt
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 Bibliophael Posts: 3
2/16/2017
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To the winds, to the skies! To that ragged old rhyme! From the dust, from the spores, From the deep, raise your eyes! Ah, that smoke! Ah, that light! Ah, that darling of mine! Will you wait, will you sigh, Will you search for my sign? To your arms I’ll return, With pearls and wine, So abide, dear, abide! I’ll return, when it’s time!
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 Slyblue Posts: 224
2/16/2017
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Bibliophael wrote:
To the winds, to the skies! To that ragged old rhyme! From the dust, from the spores, From the deep, raise your eyes!
I thought this was a very, very different song.
-- The Smiling Devil • The Curt Licentiate • The Keen-Eyed Captain
"For hearts of truest mettle, absence doth join and Time doth settle."
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 Bibliophael Posts: 3
2/18/2017
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Slyblue wrote:
I thought this was a very, very different song. Curious. I'm afraid your implication eludes me.
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 Jonquil Posts: 36
2/28/2017
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Mine's on Tumblr and Tweeted, but here's a repost. This meets the 70-word mark, if you don’t count the transcriber’s commentary.
Message Found In A Bound-Shark's Guts
We’re outward bound from Albion’s shore (Ho for the depthless sky!) Lovers and friends we shall never see more (Drink to the last to die!)
There’s [smear] and [smear] in the Farthest Reach (Ho for the depthless sky!) But never a sun nor never a beach (Drink to the last to die!)
The bosun’s crazed as a [smear] (Hey for the depthless sky!) We’re all going mad but he got there faster (Drink
The remainder of the Mss. is entirely obscured by acetabulum marks.
-- http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/JonquilS
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 Teaspoon Posts: 866
2/28/2017
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I don't have a social media account. Perhaps someone would like to steal this and do the tagging magic whatever?
(The rhymes are only slightly worse than the much mocked/beloved original...)
I cross the void that burns at minds the treacheries of space and time the stars seen only by the blind 'fore Londoners reached out to find An Empire much magnified Defy the Judgements!
Through cosmic waste the White plays games Bohemians go scribe on trains While Watchful folk make silly claims Of monsters never to be tamed And loves that someday will be vain Defy the Judgements!
The revolution dissects all law, "Quite so?" you say "But is it right?" Yet riches come from bleeding maws Who knows? This singular scrimshaw May make a fortune - or guffaws. Defy the Judgements!
-- Truth lies at the bottom of a well.
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 phryne Posts: 1347
2/28/2017
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Teaspoon wrote:
I don't have a social media account. Perhaps someone would like to steal this and do the tagging magic whatever? You can also send your entry via email to make sure FB notice it! But note that it doesn't meet the 70-word mark yet...
-- Accounts: Bag a Legend • Light Fingers • Heart's Desire • Nemesis • no ambition Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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 Teaspoon Posts: 866
2/28/2017
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That's a hundred words.
-- Truth lies at the bottom of a well.
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 phryne Posts: 1347
2/28/2017
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Sorry for the misunderstanding, but 70 words is the maximum allowed, unless I'm completely mistaken!?
Here's the original announcement: "Write us a space shanty verse of no more than 70 words" edited by phryne on 2/28/2017
-- Accounts: Bag a Legend • Light Fingers • Heart's Desire • Nemesis • no ambition Exceptional Stories, sorted by Season and by writer ― Favours & Renown Guide
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 Teaspoon Posts: 866
2/28/2017
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Well, er, that's most of the other posts in this thread invalidated if that's so...
-- Truth lies at the bottom of a well.
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 Teaspoon Posts: 866
2/28/2017
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update: you are right, phryne.
Seems needlessly over complicated, but never mind - anyone who wants to post it can chop off a verse and then it's under the limit.
-- Truth lies at the bottom of a well.
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