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FIVE
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The fifth compilation of filksongs collected from the FILK Echo
and provided for download via the auspices of Kay Shapero, moder-
ator of same. Publication date, September 1990. All copyrights
belong to the writers.
FILKfile appears at irregular intervals of a month or more,
depending on how many songs appear on the echo.
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AND HERE'S ANOTHER ASCII ANNOTATION SCHEME, a bit more visual
than mine, but also bulkier. (For mine, see FILKfile 4)
===
ASCII MUSICAL NOTATION
developed by Leigh Ann Hussey
with help from Shadowthought and Josh Gordon
Each line of the music consists of 4 lines of music. The time
signature(s), the lines between bars, and each note take up one
column, with modifiers such as sharps, flats, and dots extending
a note up to three columns. The time signature is written at the
beginning in the obvious way. Three vertical bars (lines 2 to 4)
mark the divisions between measures. Lines 1 to 3 indicate note
durations, as follows:
1/16 1/8 1/4 1/2 dotted-1/2 1/8 1/4
note note note note note rest rest
= _
| | | | | ' %
| | | o o.
Line 4 indicates the pitch. The numbers 1 to 8 mark the octave
including middle C (A through F); 1' to 8', one octave above
middle C; 1" to 8", two octaves above middle C; '1 to '8, the
octave below middle C. A number followed by a # is a sharp; a
number followed by a lower-case b is a flat; a number followed by
a = is natural. Underscores connecting a note to the next note
indicate a slur. Consider the following examples:
HOOF AND HORN
|
4 | | | | | | |
- | | o | | | o
4 1 7b 1 | 1 7b 1
Hoof and horn, hoof and horn,
Corn and grain, corn and grain
| | ||
| | | | | | | | | ||
| | | | | | | | o ||
| 1 3b 2 7b | 7b 2 1 ||
All that dies shall be re-born.
, All that falls shall rise a- gain.
GOD/GODDESS CHANTS
____ | _____ | | _____ _____
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
1 1 1 | 1 1 1 |'7 '7 | 1 1 1 1
I-sis,A- star-te, Di- a- na, He- ca-te, De-
O-din,Cer-nun- nos, Merd-dyn,Man-na-nan,He-
| | | _ | ||
| | | | | | | ' | | | | ||
| | | | | | | | | | o ||
| 1 1 | 1 1 | '7 '7 | 1 ||
- me-ter,Ka- li, In-na- na.
- li-os, Shi-va, Horned One.
(excuse the folding - I want to keep this to 60 characters
across. Feel free to unfold when processing this file!)
****
BORED OF THE DANCE
-The Kipper Family
recorded on "The Kipper Family-Fresh Yesterday"
(Written by George Kipper, who is Mr. Kipper's uncle, as
far as we know......)
As I walked down to the village hall
I met Charlie leanin' on the wall
"Why are you standin' out here, Char-lee?"
"Cause I am bored of the dance!" said he!
CHORUS: Dance! Dance! What -ever- do they see?
In prancin' round all the time, said he
I'll leave them all to do it without me
For I am bored of the dance, said he!
I come to the dance with my girl, he said
I told her that I'd rather go to bed,
Oh yes I'm sure you would, said she,
But first you'll come and dance with me!
She said, You'll come and dance right now!
But I weren't list'nin' when the caller told us how
They "cast left," but "right" I went
They danced on, but I ended in the "Gents'!"
I drank with the Morris-men, James and John,
They drank with me as the dance went on,
We drank and we drank till it all went black.
It's hard to dance when you're lyin' on your back!
Oh, how she danced on the night they were wed
She danced, he drank, and then they went to bed
There's no more story to be told
She was too hot, and he was out cold!
(uploaded by Joe Bethancourt. Copyright? Who knows!)
****
DECHANCIE KIDNAPPED
words by Kay Shapero
tune: Swing Low Sweet Chariot
Go 'way, blue turtleoid
comin' for to carry me off
Go 'way, blue turtleoid
comin' for to carry me off.
I checked over echoes of S and F ilk
(comin' for to carry me off)
And there I saw a scary one called FILK
(comin' for to carry me off)
Go 'way, blue turtleoid
comin' for to carry me off
Go 'way, blue turtleoid
comin' for to carry me off.
The songs they are singing don't give me a fright
(comin' for to carry me off)
Its just that I need to have SOME time to write!
(comin' for to carry me off)
Go 'way, blue turtl... HELP!........(trailing off into the
distance. There is the sound of clomping feet...)
****
DETERIORATA PT. 2
(The Dark Horde version!)
Go nastily amid the Peace and Tranquility, and remember what
satisfaction there may be in Genocide. As far as possible, with-
out surrender, move into other people's space. Lie often, and
loudly, and listen to the lies of others, even the slow and
incompetent - examples can be made of them later. * Seek out meek
and inoffensive persons: they are annoying, but fun to kill. Do
not bother comparing yourself to others: Those greater than you
will eventually be eliminated, and those lesser then you are dead
already. Fart in Grand Processionals. * Keep your swords and
knives sharp, for all around you are cha'gua, and looking for an
excuse to kill you. * Rape first, then pillage, and then burn. *
Exercize caution around Vikings and Celts. They are crazier than
we are: a Celtic Mongol is an awesome thing indeed. Make him or
her your Friend. * But let Life not blind you to the happier
side of things: many Hats are swaggering, tinplated dictators
with delusions of adequacy, and everywhere Life is full of Incom-
petence. Advance yourself. Especially do not feign meanness,
neither be cynical about Hate: you are not likely to run out of
either. * Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully
surrendering the joys of defenestration and evisceration for more
mature pleasures. Nurture a deep-seated suspicion of chag'ua
women with big boobs: you never can tell. File your teeth regu-
larly. Discipline is important: practice holding it in between
events. * You are a Scourge of the World, no less than Atilla or
the Great Ghengis Himself: you have a right to be here. And
whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Known Worlde is
going to pieces in a most laudable manner. * Therefore, do your
utmost to annoy the Powers-that Be,however you may conceive of
Them: BoD, King, or the People's Will; and,whatever your plans of
conquest, as you wade thru the morasses of Peace with fire and
sword, annoy your Soul. * With all it's Truth, High Resolve, and
Courage, the Known World still has it's Ugly Spots and Fubba-
Wubbas. Be thoughtless. Strive to be miserable.
-found carved into the back of a MidRealm fighter at Pennsic,
AS 23. No damn Copyright. Post no Bills. This means YOU!
Courtesy of Ardjukk Afraid-of-His-Cats and the Western Irgun
of the Great Dark Horde.
****
(WARNING! Bawdy alert!)
LONDON DERRIERE
-W.J. Bethancourt III
(c) copyright 1990 W.J.Bethancourt III
I watch you walk upon the streets of London
Your mini-skirt stretched tight, and looking sweet
I watch you walk, and walk into a lampost
I didn't see, upon the London street.
So turn your back, and wiggle softly from me!
With mini-skirt, (perhaps, no underwear!)
Your legs are great! But, by the Gods above me!
I watch your wondrous London derriere!
The Paris girls are wonders full of beauty,
And California grows the Long-stemmed L.A. rose,
Berlin nights are full of life, and lovely,
But London girls don't wear no panty-hose!
So turn your back, and wiggle softly from me!
And let me watch, and dream a dream so rare:
In my hotel, you naked there above me
Sit on my face with your London derriere!
****
MORE REAL OLD TIME RELIGION VERSES
I was singing Hari Rama
With my friend the Dalai Lama
'Til they dumped us in the slammer
But that's good enough for me
One-eyed Odin we will follow
And in fighting we will wallow
Till we wind up in Valhallow
Which is good enough for me!
Hare Krishna gets a laugh on
When he sees me dressed in saffron
With my hair that's only half on
But that's good enough for me!
We will pray with those Egyptians
Build pyramids to put our crypts in
Cover subways with inscriptions,
which is good enough for me.....!
We will pray to Zarathustra
And we'll pray just like we usta
I'm a Zarathustra boosta!
And that's good enough for me!
I'll arise at early mornin'
When the Sun gives me the warnin'
That the Solar Age is dawnin'
And that's good enough for me!
We will venerate Bubastis
'Cause my cat walked up and ast us
(Now the cat box is DISASTROUS!)
But it's good enough for me!
Call Him God, or call him Allah
The priest will take your dollah
Easy living from -your- follah-
-wers, but sorry, -not- from me!
I'll sing some songs to Lilith,
Not so young, and not so girlish,
and She's always PMS-ish,
but She's good enough for me!
And what about this Baccus,
Who lives just to raise a ruckus?
Loosens women so they'll **** us,
Well, that's good enough for me!
Now Danae was sweet as flowers,
She was into golden showers;
And that showed her Zeus' power
And that's good enough for me!
Lilith wears a lacy nightie
And She is a little flighty
She will get you all excite-y
She's wet-dream enough for me!
Diana is a little spikey
And she is a little dyke-ey
You don't have to be a Psych-e
To know that's right for me!
It's the opera written for us
We will all join in the chorus
It's the opera about Boris
Which is Godunov for me!
More verses are always welcome to this collection. Send them to:
Joe Bethancourt
PO Box 35190
Phoenix AZ 85069
FIDO Net: 1:114/29 (602) 439-8070
Internet: Joe.Bethancourt@f29.n114.z1.fidonet.org
****
TEST MESSAGE
Words by Kay Shapero
(tune: The Ways of Man)
This is a test the sysop said
Please tell me was this message read
I'm checking how the echo's fed
For I do want to receive it...
Oh the bits, oh the bytes
As the boards swap data, nights
The echoes promise great delights
And I've sworn that I will read them....
****
THE CHIVALRY WENT FOR PIZZA
-Cerian Cantwr
CHORUS: And the chivalry went for pizza,
They would not be denied.
Yes, the chivalry went for pizza,
With those pies they'd be supplied.
The chivalry went for pizza,
And they did cause quite a fuss,
But the chivalry got the pizza,
And they brought it back to us.
It was Sunday after Pennsic
The war was at an end.
We got to feeling hungry
For the mundane world again.
We thought to order pizza,
And thus we sealed our fate.
For the pizza man, he told us,
We would have two hours' wait.
Two hours came and went,
But no pizza did appear.
That's when we got to wondering
Just what did go on here.
A phone call to the restaurant
Assured us all was well,
But 'twould be another half hour
Ere the pizza we would smell.
The time it did pass slowly,
Irritation, it did grow.
Our stomachs fell to grumbling,
For our dinner did not show.
When the time had all expired,
Our thoughts, they did grow ill.
Especially when we heard
Another thirty minutes still.
The time dragged on and on and on
And still no pizza showed.
I tell to you most heartily,
We were getting quite POed.
A last call to the restaurant
Said, pizza on your plate?
Take it easy, there's no problem,
Just another hour's wait.
Well folks, that finally did it,
The knights stood up to a man.
They decided to go into town
Their weapons well in hand.
The pizza shop they'd ransack,
And the blood would freely flow.
Well they retrieved our dinner,
But just how, I do not know.
Now gentles listen closely,
And I shall tell you right.
If Pennsic Sunday you want pizza,
You will have a hungry knight.
The war, it may be over,
But you should not forget,
If you go and order pizza,
You'll have one more battle yet.
(c) copyright Charles Grab 1990
****
THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS
-The Kipper Family
Well, as I come home on Monday night
I'd had nothin' at all t'drink
I saw a horse behind the door....
Well, that made me stop and think!
A coat, some boots, a pipe I spied,
And then upstairs I ran.
And there in bed, beside my wife,
Was a great big hairy man!
Oh you come bargin' in, she cried,
You've put him off his thrust,
For me and the village smith, she cried,
are practicin' our Lust!
CHORUS: As I come home each night
Me troubles all begin
For there's the Missus practicin'
The Seven Deadly Sins!
Well, as I came home on Tuesday night
As sober as a Judge
I saw no tea upon my plate
Where my old tea should lodge
So I called my wife and I said to her
Well, here's a rum old do!
I got no tea upon my plate
Is it somethin' to do with you?
Well, sin of sin of sins, she said
There's nothin' for your tea
For I have been a-practicin'
The Sin of Gluttony!
Well, as I come home on Wednesday night
As dry as any old bone
I saw the cat upon the stairs
Where that should not have gone
So I called my wife and I said to her
Well, what's all this here, then?
Why is the cat all on the stairs
Where that should never have been?
I'm upstairs practicin' Pride, she said
In my best Sunday hat
Pride comes before a fall, says I,
Then I fell over the cat!
Well, as I come home on Thursday night
Me tongue all hangin' out
I saw no books upon the shelf;
They was all strewed about.
So I called my wife and I says to her
Don't tell me, let me guess:
You've found another Deadly Sin
That's called Untidyness!
She said I'm a-tryin' to find out
What Covetousness means
I wish we owned that Diction'ry
We saw round at the Dean's!
Well, as I come home on Friday night
A-gaspin' for a wet
I saw no spouse upon the chair
Where my ol' spouse do set
So I called my wife and I says to her
Well, what's a-goin' on?
I left my spouse upon this chair
Wherever has she gone?
Look up! Look up! You silly old fool!
I'm hangin' from the light
For I am practicin' Sloth, she said,
And I'll be here half the night!
Copyright Joe Bethancourt, I think... Joe? Did you do this?
****
TOO LATE TO PRAY
-Traditional
Oh, things are gettin better so the politicians say
Oh sure they're gettin better as they take our money away!
Oh they tax us here and they tax us there, then they call for tax
relief
We send a bum to prison and elect ourselves a thief
Too late to pray when the devil comes
Too late once you're there
Say buddy I think I see some horns
Comin up thru your hair!
Now the country runs on gasoline, its' veins are filled with oil
But the man that's goin to bleed to death is the man that works
and toils
With prices gettin higher, and wages stayin low
You'll find the poor old workin man at the bottom of the totem
pole!
We believe the Constitution so the politicians say
And now ol' DeConcini wants to take our guns away
They say it's for our own good they say it's for the best
They believe in what they want to, and disregard the rest
Now the leaders of this country just doin as they please
And I hope the time is not too late just to get down on my knees
Cause the devil's in the back room, the devil's in the hall
The devil's been in Washington, havin himself a ball!
****
TORCH SONG
(for a Mad Scientist)
Words: Georgie Schnobrich
Music: "Back Home Again" by John Denver
E E7 A
There's a swarm across the valley, crowds are movin' in,
B7 E
Though Igor bagged a dozen.. with a boulder...
E7 A
The village clods are angry at my last experiment,
B7 E
And they mean to have our heads ere we're much older.
A B7 E E7
CHORUS: Guess it's time to move our lab again, (oooh no!)
A B7 E A
Sometimes all I gain seems hardly worth the pain, but -
B7 E
On we'll flee to move the lab again.
To pursue forbidden knowledge is the sweetest thing I know.
It's the little things that make a cell a lab...
Like electrodes sparking brightly, plasma in the fridge,
And a Something squirming softly on the slab.
CHORUS:
A B7 E A
Oh that I could lay this tired old body down!
F#m B7 E E7
But we need spare parts of him for later. -
A B7 E A
Bodysnatching's hard in cold and dark graveyards
F#m A B7
When corpses all turn out to be vampires!
If it isn't fools with torches, it's rivals, priests and ghouls,
And heroes.. who insist on being.. brave;
Or electric storms off-schedule, or - little peasant girls!
It's apparent that the situation's ... grave.
CHORUS:
They've got Igor in a tizzy, the glassware's gone to smash,
And a castle's ... not an easy thing to find...
So I may apply for funding as a "Genetic Engineer"
And do all this.. through DNA.. recombined.
FINAL CHORUS:Yes, it's time to move the lab again, ahh yes!
Next time all I gain won't need a stolen brain, and
Yes, it's time to move the lab again.
****
WHAT TUNE IS THIS?
words by Bettie Dendekker and Bruce Holloway
tune: Greensleeves (what else?)
Which tune is it that's sung to death
And never lets you take a breath?
That's used for Filk and Christmas Carol,
or when a songsmith is o'er a barrel?
And wants a tune with easy rhymes,
that reminds you of those earlier times
when old King Henry conceived a plot
for reedy music to... overglot?
Alas, this aire has done no wrong,
to be used quite this discourteously,
We have all sung it late and long
And who but my lay, de Greensleeves?
- Bruce
copyright 1990 Bettie Dendekker and Bruce Holloway
****
(Not a song, but useful anyway)
The following songfiles are available from DEUS EX MACHINA BBS
114/29, 602-439-8070
TITLEPG.TXT 24147 Index to SONGS*.TXT and POEMS*.TXT
(09/10/90)
SONGS1.TXT 48995 General SCA songs FINISHED FILE! [09/10/90]
SONGS2.TXT 34314 Songs by Ioseph of Locksley UPDATED 09/10/90
SONGS3.TXT 47018 Trad. and Period Songs UPDATED 09/10/90
SONGS4.TXT 57854 (More) General SCA Songs FINISHED FILE!
[09/10/90]
SONGS5.TXT 38668 Irish and Scots Songs Part 1 UPDATED
09/10/90
SONGS6.TXT 27374 "Imperium Compound" UPDATED 09/10/90
SONGS7.TXT 32707 Irish and Scots Songs Part 2 UPDATED
09/10/90
SONGS8.TXT 7192 "Imperium Compound" (Atenveldt verses only)
SONGS9.TXT 13609 Even more yet SCA Songs UPDATED 09/10/90
SONGS10.TXT 13335 Real Old Time Religion UPDATED 09/10/90
BARDIC.ZIP 135733 The files SONGS*.* in one ZIP file 09/10/90
BARDIC2.ARC 33920 Vol.2 Black Book Of Locksley (FINISHED FILE)
SONGS-X.TXT 41435 Rowdy SCA Songs (UPDATED 09/10/90)
SONGS-X2.TXT 33763 "Ball of Ballyknure" UPDATED 09/10/90
SONGS-X3.TXT 251 Even more rowdy SCA songs (restricted file)
SONGS-X4.TXT 21978 "Waltz Me Around Again Hrothgar" (09\10\90)
SONGS-X5.TXT 16294 "Songs Not Suitable For Anybody" (09\10\90)
BAWDY.ZIP 40431 The files SONGS-X*.TXT in one ZIP file
(09/10/90)
TRUDE.ZIP 36188 Mistress Sir Trude Lacklandia's Songbook (Pt
A)
TRUDE1.TXT 49815 Part 1 of TRUDE.ZIP (Trude Lacklandia)
TRUDE2.TXT 48362 Part 2 of TRUDE.ZIP (Trude Lacklandia)
TRUDE3.TXT 14338 Part 3 of TRUDE.ZIP (Trude Lacklandia)
CIORSTN1.TXT 11776 Songs from Ciorstan: Good Stuff!
CIORSTN2.TXT 11136 More favorite songs, as promised!
CIORSTAN.CMP 189184 Even More from Ciorstan! (word perfect
file)
SONGS.JON 61056 Songbook of Janos Throngcleaver, Troubador
SONG.WAR 4608 Text of song War Of The Roses by Janos
Throngcleaver
SONGS-DH.TXT 18422 Songs of the Dark Horde
SONGS-JG.TXT 13345 Songs of Jean Guy (VERY strange!)
FFILE1.TXT 20787 Vol. 1
FFILE1.ZIP 9366 Above file in .ZIP format
FFILE2.TXT 24832 Vol. 2
FFILE2.ZIP 11058 Above file in .ZIP format
FFILE3.TXT 35192 Vol. 3
FFILE3.ZIP 13906 Above file in .ZIP format
FFILE4.TXT 26743 Vol. 4
FFILE4.ZIP 11563 Above file in .ZIP format
PYTHSONG.TXT 3712 Some songs from Monty Python!
BRITSIDE.TXT 1536 Song: "Always Look On the Bright Side of
Life!"
BOUND.TXT 1629 Song: "Bound for Pennsic"
CAM2CAID.TXT 735 Song: "Salting the Slug"
DUBLIN.TXT 2772 Song: "Rocky Road To Dublin"
GUITAR.TXT 33460 Article on period fretted instruments
MNGLROOF.TXT 858 Song: "A Mongol On The Roof!"
MAKEMAP.TXT 724 Funny song about events with wrong maps
ONREVELS.TXT 3776 Answer written to "Weapons At The Door."
SCRIBE.TXT 3672 Song: about scribes
STRMATEN.TXT 582 Song: "Streamlined Atenveldt"
TEMPUSAD.TXT 2147 Song: A spring carole
TOMORROW.TXT 1478 Song: "Tomorrow Belongs To Me!"
WARPOINT.TXT 2712 Song: about archery
WH101.TXT 2155 Song: "Welsh History 101"
The above from Joe Bethancourt (who else?)
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