3. Songs From the Embroidered Book

Songs From the Embroidered Book

  • L

    This is great. You should sell theese! There are enough bands out there who needs some good lyrics for a change!

    Keep posting them they give me great joy!


  • ((Amazing! 😄 )) :boogie:

  • E

    _Drelan unlocked the desk drawer has he sat down slowly in a chair not his and slid it open as of looking for something. As the drawer opened he just stared at the sight not moving, not making a furrow of brow, just stared and gave a deep sigh as he muttered once again in the language most never understand a single word of. He took the book slowly out of the drawer and ran his hand accross the cover closing his eyes a moment as if remembering some image past and opened it slowly his eyes darting over the book pages slumping back in the chair and turning each very slowly letting the weight of the page pull it towards the book.

    His gaze strained and he almost went cross eyed a moment, finally shaking his head as if giving up. But still he turned and turned trying to pronounce the things on the pages. On the last page he spoke the words for the first two bouts then stopped and read over the rest in silence until the end.

    ost>f i r e t ake ooo..

    He stopped and blinked a moment and shook his head as if not believing what he had just muttered. Then out of the blue began to laugh very very very hard some sleeping men waking up at the racket comming from the room. Drelan let the book fall on the table and just looked at the cieling shaking his head. He then closed the book and left the warehouse carrying it under one arm_


  • The final song in the book is written in common

    **The End (((Musical notation for drum in a staccato rhythym)))

    Ache.
    Heartbreak.
    A thirst for love to slake.
    Do I only take?
    Are my feelings fake?

    Did I ever care?
    Did I ever share?
    Is his despair
    Of me actually fair?
    I stand and feel his glare.

    Love, like and lust.
    Therein lies the thrust
    Of his argument. I must,
    Before my life is dust,
    Fathom which to trust.

    But I know what I feel.
    I know my love is real.
    I just don’t know how to deal.
    So as I sit and heal
    I whisper my appeal.

    Just tell me the facts.
    Enough with all the acts.
    It detracts.
    I’ve seen how he reacts.
    The pain that he enacts.

    Forget your foolish pride.
    Put all honour aside.
    I’m soon to be a bride
    And I need you to decide
    If my presence you’ll abide.

    I’ve done terrible things.
    I know what I’ve done stings.
    I’ve seen the pain it brings.
    A fist swings,
    And darkness clings.

    No more than I deserve,
    To preserve,
    The guilt in me I observe.
    Do not swerve.
    For I know I have some nerve,

    To accuse,
    To continue to abuse.
    I lash out as I refuse
    To lose.
    To admit I cannot choose,

    To make everything right.
    It’s not my fight,
    Just your plight.
    I am a blight,
    So lacking in insight.

    So I attack,
    When what I should offer back
    Is compassion, not its lack.
    I see your look is black,
    Yet I push until you crack.

    Death was near.
    I saw the fear,
    In her face when it was clear.
    But the fault was mine my dear,
    In this and every year.

    It’s a curse.
    No, it’s perverse,
    Everything I say I make things worse.
    If this trend doesn’t reverse,
    We’ll need a hearse.

    Maybe two
    One for me, and one for you.
    But I’ll not let that come true.
    Time I withdrew,
    Since I only make you blue.

    I’ll walk away,
    Every day.
    Not another word I’ll say
    And I pray,
    I can give you peace that way.

    Should you bend,
    And back to me send,
    All I can, I’ll lend.
    And if our paths should tend,
    To similarly wend,
    I’ll stand by to defend.
    But what’s done I can’t mend.
    You know you can depend,
    On me to descend,
    To rip and rend.
    It’s not what I intend,
    But I can no longer pretend,
    I’m a good friend
    And so this is

    The end.

    –-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    There are two blank leaves left after this song. Turning to the last the following can be read

    Remember me for the times I did things right.

    Underneath in Common are a series of meaningless syllabuls, that to the right man, said aloud, read

    <ost>Fire take you.

    A short while later Ocean can be seen delivering the book to an empty warehouse office, leaving it in a locked drawer where she knows he will find it. Stitched into the blank area on the front of the book amid a profusion of stitched Forget-me-nots is the single word Drelan</ost>**


  • Killing Time ((soft, contemplative tune for single harp))

    As I sit alone and wait
    Of the many things I contemplate
    The absence of those that I hold dear
    Is what brings me the greatest fear

    I worry here is not my place
    When I know not what they must face
    I cannot be beside them all
    I dread that one of them may fall

    Love and Lover, Mentor too
    I miss you all, the three of you
    These halls that rang with mirth and song
    Have heard just me, for far too long

    I know you each do what you must
    You'll all return, in that I trust
    And when you do I'll be so glad
    Forget that I was ever sad

    I'll write a song of joy and love
    And raise my voice to the gods above
    'til then, I'll sigh and contemplate
    How hard it is to sit and wait

    –--------------------------------------------


  • I Sit and Weep

    ((Soft melancholy tune written for a flute, though notations made for playing it on a harp as well since Ocean doesn’t play the flute))

    I weep for what
    I could not save.
    A goodly soul,
    Loving and brave.
    The strongest woman
    I have known.
    I know how much
    Her life had grown.
    From cowering in abject fear
    Of any who wore red
    To marching at a Vampire
    And facing her own dread.
    I do not think
    I made it clear
    While she lived
    Just how dear
    She was to me,
    A pirate girl,
    Who’s own life
    Was a messy whirl.
    Directionless until she came.
    Without her I’d
    Not be the same.
    First mate to me,
    Who had no crew
    Or ship and
    Knew not what to do.
    But when she first
    Called me Captain
    A path for me
    Became less dim.
    And so I have a
    Ship and crew
    I sit and weep
    For all I knew
    Of her who set me
    Onto that path,
    And as I cry
    I feel such wrath,
    At me, for all
    I should have said
    And cannot now
    For she is dead.
    And oh, my friend,
    Amy my dear,
    I weep for all
    I’d not made clear.
    Of just how missed
    You’d really be
    If you chose not to
    Return to me.
    And so I pray
    You have found peace.
    And that the pain
    You felt has ceased.
    Mine has not.
    I don’t berate,
    I simply miss
    My own First Mate.

    –-----------------------------------------------


  • (((Still in Shaarian in case you forgot and steal the book ;)))

    **Calm ((Soft and melodic, single harpist))

    A soul and mind and heart so given
    To spinning, swirling, turmoil, pain.
    Is suddenly at total rest
    Singing out this calm refrain.

    And what, you ask, and well you might
    Has changed so much? Has brought such peace?
    Has brought such calm and surety?
    Has caused her inner whirl to cease?

    The obvious. That age old tale.
    Love has swept the surface clear.
    A love she knows will never falter
    That through any storm will steer.

    Though down the years their ship will rock
    As waves drive at them from all sides
    The helm will hold, the hull is sound
    They’ll weather all that fate decides.

    No-one should hope their bond to sunder
    And why would any want to try?
    All should see the inspiration
    Obvious to any eye.

    That though your life may now seem lonely
    Bereft and spun out of control.
    Out there, there is at least one other
    To make each aching heart be whole.

    And so we leave the twice blessed lover
    Our souls uplifted by her joy
    Knowing now what peace exists
    For every lonely girl and boy.

    –--------------------------------------------------------------------

    A Bardic Lament ((Very up-tempo fast tune))

    Come gather close
    And listen well
    A well kept secret
    I will tell
    So hush up now
    And listen well
    For most don’t know
    What I now tell.

    To you we bring
    Good cheer and fun
    A well played jest
    A song or two
    But just because
    We often smile
    Doesn’t mean Bards
    Can’t be blue.
    No not him!
    I mean that each
    Who sings a song
    Recites a speech
    Behind the face
    They wear for you
    They all hide pain
    As you do to.

    Come gather close
    And listen well
    Another secret
    I will tell
    So hush up now
    And listen well
    For most don’t know
    What I now tell.

    That every bard
    Who sings of joy
    Must first know pain
    And must employ
    All of their art
    To make you smile
    And if they wish
    To eat a while
    They have to hide
    Their own fears deep
    Their inner worries
    They must keep
    For who would pay
    A single gold
    To a bard who seems
    Distant and cold
    Or sad or blue
    And yes I do
    Mean Zyphlin too
    And so I ask
    With all my heart
    Remember well
    How hard this art
    Any man at need
    Can rhyme
    Not sing perhaps
    For that takes time.

    Come gather close
    And listen well
    A well known secret
    I will tell
    So hush up now
    And listen well
    For all should know
    What I now tell.

    Though bards will sing
    For joy alone
    It’s not a crime
    To show them you
    Value their time
    And so this simple
    Bard enjoins
    Do not be slow
    To part with coins
    We too must live
    We too have needs
    Through pain we’ve lived
    To find the seeds
    Of every song
    We sing for you
    Be we dressed
    In red and gold, or blue
    Don’t disappoint
    If we play well
    And help our thin
    Coin purses swell
    A bard’s lament
    I sing for you
    When we are broke
    We too feel blue.

    –-------------------------------------------------------------

    Paranoia ((A poem))

    It’s not paranoia
    If they are out to get you
    And they are
    They said so
    And then they said they weren’t.

    Mistrust is justified
    When words change
    When action and stated intent
    Conflict
    Make peace, not war. Or else!

    They will not force.
    And yet they have.
    You must be willing.
    But not all were.
    That they are now, speaks volumes.

    Drugged, duped, held enslaved?
    Or the last hope against evil?
    Justified killing in the name of peace?
    What does a glowing rock
    Truly know of us?

    And yet.
    They are our friends,
    Relatives, even loves.
    Who is the enemy here?
    How do you fight a rock?

    If the defiler returns
    What of it?
    Do the crystals claim to help
    By dividing us so?
    Us and Them? Not Us and Him.

    If they speak true
    Then when evil comes
    We will be too tired
    To fight.
    Worn out fighting each other.

    It is not paranoia
    When you truly
    Do not know
    Who to trust.
    Or what to believe.

    –-----------------------------------------------------------------------**


  • WOW :boogie: :boogie: :boogie:


  • Not me (((No musical notation apparent)))

    You claim pain
    And pain I see
    Did you think I did not
    You are not me

    You read the future
    So you say
    And saw that things
    Would go this way

    And yet you never
    Thought to ask
    Is talking a
    One person task?

    I've never been
    Much good at life
    I know that I have
    Caused much strife

    But telling me
    How I feel and think?
    It's pushing me right
    to the brink

    Actions?
    Alright, I think too much
    I know this. Do you?
    Well not as such.

    Love. Well it
    Was always yours
    If not for all your
    Walls and doors

    Slammed shut into
    My face each time
    Is being tired
    Such a crime?

    You tell me all
    The things I've done
    To hurt you.
    Have you done none?

    No matter how pretty
    My eyes may be
    I told you I find it
    Hard to see

    Especially to see
    my way
    To understand why
    you let him hold sway.

    Enough.
    Stop telling me what you see.
    Just ask in future.
    You are not me!

    –-----------------------------------------------------------------------


  • ((Most of her work is now being recorded in her College Apprentice Journal))


  • <u>Lilly Laer</u> ((Musical Notation for Two Harps))

    Incandescent
    Towering

    Determined face, Indignant glare
    That anything would even dare
    To threaten any she holds dear
    The wind blows back pink hair from brow
    And to no fear she’ll ever bow.

    Heroic bard
    And fighter too

    A heart so fierce and warm and strong
    A mix of blade and lilting song
    She stands for all she holds as true
    A battle cry, a shout of rage
    My heart beats fast within it’s cage.

    I watch in fear
    She charges forward

    A battle-bard, and a beauty rare
    Will she ever know how much we care?
    How much she means to one and all?
    It is not brave not to be afraid
    But against a fear a choice is made

    To battle on
    With heart in throat

    She throws herself upon the foe
    Not caring how the fight will go
    But knowing only one true thing
    That not to fight cannot be thought
    For all she loves, the battle sought.

    My heart beats fast
    To see her so

    And if one day I have to give
    My life for hers so she may live
    I count it a debt poorly repaid
    For it and more I’d willingly pay
    To spend with her one single day.

    Captivating
    Powerful

    I know that she would disagree
    I know that she just cannot see
    That she is worth all this and more
    And yet my heart these words would share
    To tell what I see as I stare

    The pure white soul.
    My Lilly Laer.

    –----------------------------------------------------------


  • The Silence Hurts (((No music noted)))

    I sit and watch and think and feel
    And as I sit my fingers twitch
    An urge to calm my inner self
    To scratch a soul-deep, aching itch
    But though I ache in heart and soul
    I dare not make my spirit whole
    I dare not reach for loves true gift
    To reach for what I used to hear
    I dream of faces filled with cheer
    And yet I know not what will be
    The coldness that has taken me
    The doubt is worse than what has been
    To find that as I pluck the strings
    And try my heart and soul to bring
    Instead to hear the screech and wails
    I sit and wish and hope and sigh
    And in my breast, my heart it quails
    The pain of sitting silently
    I fell, my life rent, violently
    Yet of all the things my killer stole
    The one that cuts deep through my soul
    Is the nimbleness from in my hands
    The skills that used to calm me so
    I cannot even bring myself
    To fetch my harp down from the shelf
    For whilst it sits in spledour there
    No one need know
    No one need hear
    No one can see
    How much the silence hurts

    –---------------------------------------------------------------------

    Debutante ((Fast reel))

    A chance! A chance!
    Is all I ask
    A dance! A dance!
    No simple task
    I wait! I wait!
    In nervous fear
    Stand straight! Stand straight!
    As men come near
    A smile! A smile!
    E'en if they turn
    A trial! A trial!
    Will they all spurn?
    And yet! And yet!
    Here comes one close
    And yes! And yes!
    It's me he chose
    So on, So on
    To floor I tread
    And lights, and lights
    Spin round my head
    I twirl! I twirl
    and step, advance
    At last! At last!
    My first real dance
    It's done! It's done!
    I did not fall
    I danced! I danced!
    At my first ball!

    –-------------------------------------------------------------------------

    Waltz (((Formal dance tune, Watlz rhythym)))

    One, two, three
    One, two, three
    One, two, three
    One.

    Dance to the
    Pipes and the
    Harp and the
    Drum.

    Step, two, three
    Turn, two, three
    Step, two, three
    Twirl.

    Em-er-alds
    Di-a-monds
    Ru-bies and
    Pearls.

    La-dies and
    Gen-tle-men
    Nobles and their
    Ilk.

    In clothes of
    Vel-vet and
    Bro-cade and
    Silk.

    Cross, two, three
    Spin, two, three
    dip, two, three
    Pass.

    Co-lours flash
    Smi-les shine
    Dis-play of
    Class.

    Round the room
    Mu-sic lifts
    Spi-rits and
    Hearts.

    Un-til it
    ends and the
    Dan-cer's all
    Part.

    –------------------------------------------------------------------------


  • By the Stream ((Starts Slow, up-temp towards 6th Stanza))

    A man as walking 'long the stream,
    when all at once he saw a dream,
    A maid in dress of purest white,
    her hair of gold, her smile bright

    He stopped and stood, struck down with awe,
    as such a maiden there he saw,
    where he had known no-one to be,
    least of all one as pretty as she

    She stopped the dancing she'd been at,
    her hair it swirled and then lay flat,
    and from her face a smile shone,
    and within a moment the lad's heart gone

    He stood and stared for far too long,
    to leave her gazing so was wrong,
    and yet the lad's poor tongue was stayed,
    his mouth fixed open, thoughts betrayed

    So she stepped up and moved up close,
    His breath came fast, his colour rose,
    She leaned on in and kissed his cheek,
    the poor lad stood, his knees gone weak

    Her dress she dropped upon the grass,
    his clothes she stripped and gripped his ass,
    and pulling her on down with him,
    She moved and writhed ‘til he slipped in

    And there upon the riverside,
    the lad and lass were groom and bride,
    and though a year or two has past,
    the folk of town don't think it'll last

    For though she often lays with him,
    She has no concept of the sin,
    and oft goes out to walk again,
    on the riverbank to meet more men

    And each and every one she beds,
    spent many days with dizzy heads,
    and each feels he's the only chap,
    to fall into the lasses trap

    And so she passes all her days,
    with many men in many ways,
    and each one leaves with a cheerful smile,
    and is at least happy. For a while.

    –--------------------------------------------------------------------

    The Road Calls ((Translated from a traditional Rom ballad. Slow tempo, Best accompanied by flute))

    The Road goes out from where I sit
    And oft I dream to walk on it
    The walls so close they hem me in
    So many ways from here begin
    Trapped, I sit and think and dream
    Of other places to be seen
    Of cities over distant plains
    And to them, my heart, it aches and strains
    And pulls at me to leave this seat
    To try to make my soul complete
    To walk with wind upon my face
    And never stop long in one place
    To drift with seasons, tides and beasts
    To stop and sample lives, and feasts
    But never to set down my roots
    To wear through many a pair of boots
    Until one day my soul finds rest
    And in my tomb at last I'll nest
    Though through the winds my spirit soars
    For stopping, Shaundakul abhors
    And in the final reckoning
    My spirit will be beckoned still
    To drift through planes i'll not have seen
    And to visit places no-ones been
    Until the gods themselves do fade
    And finally my soul be stayed
    And so I rise at last to the call
    My seat I leave against this wall
    And walk with my back to all I knew
    To see what lies beyond my view.

    ((Translated by Scholar unknown, Music by Ocean Fyne))


  • Anakore's Song

    A Lad and a Lady were smitten in love
    With golden bells and songsfrom above.
    Their way laid with roses and sweet smelling blooms
    And other things going on in private rooms.

    Now the Lad loved the Lady, and that is no lie.
    And the Lady the Lad from his toes to the sky.
    But though smitten they were the Lass wanted more,
    A band on her finger, a child or four.

    So she asked him one day as they lay warm in bed,
    With the lads legs all wobbly, no thoughts in his head.
    Said the Lass to the Lad then 'So, when will we wed?'
    Said the Lass to the Lad lying there in her bed.

    Now the Lad was no Slouch in the thinking department,
    He knew this was leading to a joint owned Apartment,
    But he wasn't quite ready for that much love yet,
    So he asked if she'd settle for a nice blue carpet.

    The Lass was so happy, to think on such a thing,
    A home set up soon, this just the beginning.
    So she said 'Yes of course, you can get me one, Blue.
    But I think we'll need more, at least one or two'

    By the end of the month they had carpets and rugs,
    Dressers and wardrobes, cutlery, mugs.
    Where to put it all was the next question they thought.
    And so an Apartment they both jointly bought.

    By the end of two months they were in their new house,
    And the Lad there was trapped. No more than a spouse.
    But he said to himself as he counted his money,
    'It's saved me the cost of a big ceremony!'

    –--------------------------------------------------------


  • //Agreed. this is just the version she's commited to paper 😉

  • E

    the first one isn't bad.. So please don't take this wrong, just don't think its up to par to the original version.. or maybe it was the third by the time I heard it 😉

    I remember seeing it come accross the screen and died laughing haha. Pity I didn't know how to take logs then I would send it to you. Still not bad at all considering I think you told me you were doing everything on the fly and not writing it down.

    Alright enough criticism.. SING ON! 🙂


  • ///Of course I wrote it myself 😉 And thank you 🙂


  • Hahaha! Great! I was laughing about the first song, did you write that yourself? Honest? 😉 Haha, like I said, great!