by Ainyi on February 10th, 2014, 5:42 am
Alrighty! Well, I'll go ahead and put some songs in here that you all can chew over. If need be, I can record myself singing them, just to give a general sense of what I meant for the melody. Often times, I won't write a song until I have a melody in mind. So, this is what I got!
A Svefran Sea Shanty that Stefan and I cowrote!
Sonny, its time to go to bed
The sun is low, but the clouds rage on
The water is angry, and the fire is red
But we've many a mile to sail ahead
Son, many a mile to sail ahead!
Sonny, rest ‘till the storm is over
Sonny, sleep till we're safe again
Soon we’ll reach quieter waters
Lakivu save us from slaughter
Rest, oh Sonny, sleep, my son!
We did what we did, oh we had fun
We danced and we sang in the sun
But Sonny, now it's time to sleep
If we see a tomorrow, we'll play again
Son, see a tomorrow, we'll play again
Sonny, rest, ‘till the storm is over
Sonny, sleep, ‘till we are safe again
Soon we’ll reach some sweeter clouds
Lakivu, may we make you proud
Rest, oh Sonny, sleep, my son!
Aye, twelfth bell was peaceful too,
No breeze laid on our good mast,
But passion did rise on these small waves
With wind that'll take us to our graves.
Son, sleep not upon the waves
Sonny, rest till the storm is over,
Sonny, sleep till we're safe again,
May thunder's voice quiet down
Oh Lakivu, please, don't let us drown!
Rest, oh Sonny, sleep, my son!
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And, below, is a song I wrote on my own. It's a prayer song for worshipers of Yshul, the goddess of thieves.
She lies in every dark alley,
She lies in every rich man’s purse
She lies in every misfit babe,
That steals milk as their mothers nurse.
Everything is hers, as everything is ours.
May she bless this place of hers,
And keep us free from bars.
Bless us fair Yshul,
Our Princess of Thieves,
For we depend on you,
As we nightly reave.
Their pockets do feed us,
Their locks beg for theft.
Bestow us the luck we need,
May our hands be deft.
She lies in every gold miza
That our fingers want to take
She lies in our dreams of wealth
When our hunger wills us awake
She says not what is right, nor says what is wrong
But may she grant us favour
Our success may she prolong
Bless us fair Yshul,
Our Princess of Thieves,
For we depend on you,
As we nightly reave.
Their pockets do feed us,
Their locks beg for theft.
Bestow us the luck we need,
May our hands be deft.
She lies in the iron dagger
That rests on our target’s neck.
She lies in our twisted faces
As our deviant hands do beck.
She knows not of greed, yet takes all she sees
She taught us to open doors
But never gave us a key.
Bless us fair Yshul,
Our Princess of Thieves,
For we depend on you,
As we nightly reave.
Their pockets do feed us,
Their locks beg for theft.
Bestow us the luck we need,
May our hands be deft.
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Thoughts? Ideas? Etc?
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