Vefessh
Posts: 15
3/1/2014
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This doesn't exist, but it should. I'll start:
"Old Black Rum" (traditional, adapted)
I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one
Trying to find the courage to talk to the one
I asked her for a dance - not a second glance
My night had just begun
Well I'll drink to Hell and to the Holy Ghost
I'm kneeling at the altar of the deep Zee coast
So let's raise a glass, not the first nor last
Come join me in this toast (Cheers!)
CHORUS:
Because the old black rum's got a hold on me
Like a dog wrapped round my leg
And the old black rum's got a hold on me
Will I live for another day?
Oh, will I live for another day?
Well the queen of Hollow street just went walking on by
Walking on by with some guy who don't care
That she stood in line since half past nine
And spent three hours on her hair (Then it rained!)
Well her friend is looking at me with an evil grin
I think a bloody racket might soon begin
I must have said some thing to the Hollow street queen
And the boys are joining in
CHORUS x2
So I drank all of my money and I slept out in the rain
Every bar is different but Veils' girls they're all the same
You know your days are done on the old black rum
But I know I'm gonna do it again (Cheers!)
CHORUS x2
And I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one... (Ooh, my head!)
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With thanks to the artist in whose voice I imagine this, for introducing me to the song.
edited by Vefessh on 3/2/2014
edited by Vefessh on 12/24/2015 [Fixed an error in meter that's been nagging at me.]
edited by Vefessh on 12/24/2015
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"Hang the consequences. I must know!" - Vefessh, Correspondent.
"London's fate is all knotted up with the Bazaar now. Either it ends, or we do.
An' one day, I'm gonna eat its heart." - Maria Curious, Monster Hunter
"..." - Mr Void, silent, cloaked shadow
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dismallyOriented
Posts: 215
3/6/2014
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*plays chord on harmonica*
Oohhhhhhhh,
Sing me a song of the Neath, my friends.
Sing me a song of home.
A song of drinks and a bar to tend,
a song of the Zee we roam.
For these salt-caked bones grow weary.
And my back is feeling old.
Oh sing me a song to cheer me, lads.
And burn away the cold.
Remember the waves a rolling, lads.
And the false stars shining bright.
Remember the clubs of the neddy cads.
When you go defend your rights.
We'll fight for glim and rostygold.
We'll fight them standing tall.
We'll fight them 'til our blood runs cold,
if it still flows at all.
For what is death to Neathy men
strong of both heart and mind?
Who beat death at its game and then
come back for one more time?
Oh,
Sing me a song of the Neath, my friends,
Sing me a song of home.
A song of drinks and a bar to tend,
A song of the Zee we roam.
edited by dismallyOriented on 3/6/2014
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J.P. Fedders
Posts: 2
3/5/2014
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I recently wrote a ballad that sounded agreeable to my mates, and felt this would be another great place to share it.
Here's to life,
Eteeeernal life
Livin' till your old and tired,
Livin' till your hearts expired
And here's to sanity
Howe'er fleeting it may be
Till you find yourself again
Sleeping at the Royal Bethlehem
And here's to jail
Hell, who hasn't e'er found himself in need of bail?
And who can say they haven't met a mate
Locked away behind a sturdy gate?
And here's to scandal
For when things get too hot to handle
Someone else comes along
With a new tune or song
And we start it all over again.
(Repeat Ad Nauseam)
Admittedly, the last verse could use a bit of work, but by the time most people get to that part they're drunk enough that a bad lyrics sounds as fine as a good one. We played a game in which we all put up 20 Rostygold, took a drink after each verse, and whoever was the last one standing got the lot.
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Zeinka
Posts: 6
3/17/2014
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After quite a bit of last-minute editing; I've finally gotten a new password and get to post what I made about two weeks ago in light of the Feast of the Rose event!
" For in these deep and darkened days
Very little shall be left to fate
Either absinthe-sober, or in honey daze
Love not the opposite of hate
You’ve done me long
You did me wrong
My darling dear
And now you ought to fear
For where my heart beat;
No longer on my sleeve
Perhaps where it should be
As I take my solemn leave
But no,
That is not so
When you called me second rate
So now I’ll take your heart
On a glistening silver plate."
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Vefessh
Posts: 15
3/2/2014
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Done!
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"Hang the consequences. I must know!" - Vefessh, Correspondent.
"London's fate is all knotted up with the Bazaar now. Either it ends, or we do.
An' one day, I'm gonna eat its heart." - Maria Curious, Monster Hunter
"..." - Mr Void, silent, cloaked shadow
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