Passionario
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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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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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Diptych
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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
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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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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"!
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Excessive Corpse & Tender to Irreal Ravens
Lover of Flawed Souls
And with especial pride, Worst Screwup of the Decade!
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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
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http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Vortigaunt
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phryne
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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?
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Bibliophael
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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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phryne
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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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Ludovico Santiago
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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.
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http://www.fallenlondon.com/Profile/Ludovico%20Santiago
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Bibliophael
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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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OctaviaCrowe
Posts: 137
2/13/2017
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...gods.
I love it!
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