[Bards] Fwd: AnTir Filks

[Simone Ui'Dunlaingh]

A dear friend of mine in An Tir sent these I thought you all might
like them as well

Simone

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Tarafina <Tarna at hotmail.com>
To: Simone Ui'Dunlaingh <simonemu at gmail.com>

<snip personal stuff>

 Many Blessings
Tarafina bint KiyAn al-Herauiyya Kandahar
MKA
Danie'l Marie Twombly and Morgan Service Dog


Born in the SCA
(Born in the USA, Bruce Springsteen)

Fought down at my first event
The first pick-up I did, I didn't make a dent
Ended like a pelting pole that's had enough
Spent the night unable to sit on my duff

[chorus:]
Born in the S.C.A.
No, I'm not in a play
Born in the S.C.A.
No, I'm not in a play

I got to eat a medieval feast
Names I don't remember in the least
Food I don't eat normally
Guess that's why I wound up in the biffy

[chorus]

Learned how to play Toblero
Other player says, "gonna suck your bone marrow."
But I made it down to the last line
He said, "First one to beat me first time"

[chorus]

I became a good heavy eventually
Fighting off the enemy
All friends here, I'm near gone
Always trying just to carry on
There's a place for you, me, everyone

Down in the hall or on the fields showing chivalry
Or out on the range for archery
I'm one full year here now,
no longer running, no where else I want to go.

I'm a brand new heavy in the SCA
Born in the SCA
I'm a hard hitting heavy in the SCA
No, I'm not in a play


Aquaterra Playing
A filk by Marcos de Foronda
To the tune of "California Dreaming" by The Mamas & The Papas

All our cloaks are on
And the sky is grey
I've been getting soaked
On this rainy day
I'd be warm and dry
If I stayed home today
Aquaterra playing
On such a rainy day

Stopped to buy a pouch
I spotted earlier today
Well, I got my money out
And I proceded to pay
You know that merchant's doing well
Providing cover today
Aquaterra playing
On such a rainy day

All our cloaks are on
And the sky is grey
I've been fighting hard
On this rainy day
If we keep our footing
We might win today
Aquaterra playing
On such a rainy day


"Father"  Marcos de Foronda
Fanatical Former of Fantastical Filks
marcos at earth-web.net

Come Hear James the Obscure
A filk by Marcos de Foronda
To the tune of "Uncle John's Band" by the Grateful Dead

Well the past days are like long lost tales
Won't you listen while they're told
'cause when life becomes hard to bare
There are tales of heroes bold
Listen while we can
Pleasure is instore
Wo, oh, what I want to know
Can we hear one more

It's a sad tale of love and war
And lady's to defend
Monsters fierce and troubles dire
But with hope at the end
Hear as it unfolds
Listen as it's told
Wo, oh, what I want to know
Will you come hear it?

My God, well I must ask
Have you heard its like
The Valkyries are at their task
They've come to take the heroes home
Come hear James the Obscure
Tell another tale
Join the fire and stay awhile
And hear his tale of wit and guile

It's an old story the Norse told him
It's of heroes and of gods
Hear the past days come alive
And walk where gods once trod
Ain't no time to waste
Come and get a taste
Wo, oh, what I want to know
Where did the time go?

I live in a magic land
And I call that land An Tir
I got me a fire pit
And I bid you come by here
Anyone can share
Listen if you dare
Wo, oh, what I want to know
How does the tale go?

Come hear James the Obscure
At the bardic fire
Got some tales to tell us of
Got some tales sure to inspire

Come hear James the Obscure
Telling tales of old
Stay awhile, come join our fire
And listen while his tale unfolds
Wo, oh, what I want to know
How does the tale go?


"Father"  Marcos de Foronda
Fanatical Former of Fantastical Filks
marcos at earth-web.net

Got No Time for Filks
A filk by Marcos de Foronda
O the tune of "No Time" by The Guess Who (Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings)

   (Got no time for filks)
Give me pure ol' madigrals
   (Got no time for filks)
I love my music dull
   (Got no time for filks)
Baladeers are where it's at
   (Got no time for filks)
Da-un-da-un-da-un-da-un-da

No time for a funny rhyme
No time for your written crimes
Seasons change but never I
You need not ask me why
You need not ask me why
I got no time for filks
Got no time for filks

   (Got no time for filks)
Give me rehearsed symphonies
   (Got no time for filks)
I got no sympathy
   (Got no time for filks)
Jigs and reels are what I like
   (Got no time for filks)
Day-un-day-un-day-un-day-un-day

No time for a twisted tune
No time for a song cartoon
No time for rewritten verse
No time for the filkers curse
No time for the filkers curse
I got no time for filks
Got no time for filks

No time for a bardic flame
No time for to entertain
Seasons change but never I
You need not ask me why
You need not ask me why
I got no time for filks
Got no time for filks

No time, no time, no time, no time
No time, no time, no time, no time
I got, got, got, got no time
I got, got, got, got no time
I got, got, got, got no time
No-no-no, no-no-no, no time
No-no-no, no-no-no, no time
I got, got, got, got no time
No-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no-no-no, no time
I got no time, got no time, got no time, got no time, got no time


"Father"  Marcos de Foronda
Fanatical Former of Fantastical Filks
marcos at earth-web.net

The Damage Done
A filk by Marcos de Foronda
To the tune of "The Needle And The Damage Done" by Neil Young

I heard you puttin' that poor newby down
That isn't period, you look like a clown
Ooh, ooh
The damage done

I saw a newby with a zippered dress
I heard the critic say she's unimpressed
My, my
The damage done

I write this filk because we need new blood
And maybe some of you will sling less mud
New blood
To keep our dream alive

I've seen the critic and the damage done
Too little tact is part of everyone
But every newby's like a risin' sun




"Father"  Marcos de Foronda
Fanatical Former of Fantastical Filks
marcos at earth-web.net

These Scribes
A filk by Marcos de Foronda
To the tune of "These Eyes" By The Guess Who (Randy Bachman and Burton Cummings)

These inks dry oh so slow for you
These pens work so long once again

The scrollin's for you, yeah
The work will one day be through, yeah, my good lord, yeah
You got awarded you see, yeah
An' we scribe it, we scribe it, oh ho.

These scribes worked late through the night to be done
This scroll waits for you at court my son

The scrollin's for you, yeah
The work will someday be through, yeah, yeah, yeah
You got titled you see, yeah
An' we scribe it, an' we scribe it, lord

These scibes are workin'
These scribes have made a lot of scrolls
But they're never gonna make another one like they made for you

These scibes are workin'
These scribes have made a lot of scrolls
But they're never gonna make another one like they made for you

These scibes are workin'
These scribes have made a lot of scrolls
But they're never gonna make another one like they made for you

These inks dry oh so slow for you
These pens, these pens work oh so long, so long again

These scibes are workin'
These scribes have made a lot of scrolls
But they're never gonna make another one like they made for you

These scibes are workin'
These scribes have made a lot of scrolls
But they're never gonna make another one like they made for you

These scibes are workin'
These scribes have made a lot of scrolls
But they're never gonna make another one like they made for you

These scibes are workin'
These scribes have made a lot of scrolls
But they're never gonna make another one like they made for you
Don't you know these scribes are workin', oh so late
We love the scrolls that they make


"Father" Marcos de Foronda
marcos at earth-web.net
 In Service

Respectfully

Tarafina bint KiyAn al-Herauiyya Kandahar
mka
Danie'l Marie & Morgan Service Dog


-- 
Muirenn ingen Senáin uí Dúnlaing.
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We will be with you in the
fellowship of the spirit, and you
will surley meet some of us
as you TRUDGE the road of
happy destiny--bigbook 164