End of Song a day run

I have about another forty songs to prep and record, and I’ve run out of both songs and energy. I’ll post them when I can and then put together a master post with all of the songs listed.

I lost a lot of recordings when I lost a hard drive, and I’ve written some stuff since, but as far as recordable tunes, the count is currently somewhere around 170. Not as good as I thought, but better than most, I imagine.

Current projects:

continuing to write letters (mailed two yesterday, received a MOST welcome letter from Lois, may her god continue to bless and keep her)

HOTM – just the ‘best roommate in the world section’ is ALREADY novel length – okay 47K words but damned close. It may end up being a novel all by itself. I am working on it.

Bih-bah the conlang

Tarot for Atheists

My sanity – which is, I’ll be candid, not good at the moment

Attempting to remove ableist language from my vocabulary. WOW OH WOW is that hard.

Three years ago today Assassin’s Creed Odyssey came out

Or it would have if today was Oct 2, 2021!

 

And here’s a song to celebrate it.

Alexios the murder hobo
ran around ancient Greece
He loved to deal out mostly dealt in violence (pron VOI LINCE)
And he dealt it out piece by piece
He’d skulk run around the market square
Inquiring if anybody needed as to anybody needing some murdering there
He’d take it on for a hefty price
And how he got it done wasn’t often the way he got things done (waaaaal) not very nice

chorus:
cause he’s a HOBO!
He’s a murderous
HOBO!
Out a-murdering…
HOBO!
He’s a murderous ….
but ya gotta love the way he loves to do his thing
Alexios the murder hobo
hailed from Thermopylae
Stabs folksbin’ people more or less at random
He really is quite one hell of a guy
He kills stabs by day, he stabskills by night
His armour gets the credit when he’s in a big-ass boss fight
He got a bird named Icarus
He always wears the sweetest little truss and he’s a

HOBO!
He’s a murderous
HOBO!
Out a-murdering…
HOBO!
He’s a murderous ….
but ya gotta love the way he loves to do his thing

 

Alexios the murder hobo
has everything an Ancient Greek needs
a fabulously stellar reputation
for ugly and horrific deeds
He’ll poison…. all the boys in your crew
and come back (or creep back) in the dead of night and do for you too

CHORUS

Alexios the murder hobo
goes shopping twice or thrice a day
If I spent that much time boutiquing
My folks would have me put away
The drachmae go ka-ching
on all that shiny bling
and man, how it must sting
to pay for anything
when you’re a HOBO
Retail sucks when you’re a hobo
out a murdering
Hobo, he’s a murderous
but you got to love the way he loves etc. etc.
>
Alexios the murder hobo
Has ships that run on magical oars
I don’t know who they’ve got below decks
I bet that they’ve got friction sores
The sails go up, the sails come down
the rigging defies physics and then BANG they run aground
And he’s a hobo, a right piratical hobo
out a-murderin’
Hobo, it’s legitimate salvage PLEASE NOTE BONUS EXPANSE REFERENCE
and you got to love the way he loves to do his thing

Chorus
Alexios the murder hobo
has one final mission to complete
Climb up every statue on the game map
and teabag them with rhythm sweet
He’ll scramble up
He’ll scramble down
Take a screen cap in the middle
and scramble out of town
Cause he’s a hobo, a pirate thief murdering pervert hobo
out a murdering
Hobo, he’s a murdering hobo
but it’s a filk crowd and now it is time for you to do your thing

International Beer Day! Buy me a Beer.

On youtube, it’s here. I’m ever so much better a singer as of December 2020, when I posted this, but that’s okay. I’ve sung this at a lot of places, including as part of the entertainment at a company festive gathering at the Vancouver Aquarium.

International Beer Day is August 6 but you really want a beer now. Beer weather almost here. Beer.

The lyrics:

Buy me a beer

Buy me a beer, make it a cold one
buy me a beer, or maybe two or three
I may get to like your face
Once the goggles are in place
buy me a beer, or maybe two or three

Tell me a joke make it a funny one
Tell me a joke or maybe two or three
My heart’s been torn in half
I could really use a laugh
Tell me a joke or maybe two or three

Tell me a lie, and not just any lie
Tell me a lie, you made up just for me
There’s a lot of truth around
Layin’ scuffed up on the ground
Tell me a lie, a purty one for me

Instrumental break IN the BEST versions

Ask me to dance if I’m still sober
Give me a chance to prove I can unwind
I ain’t always hatin’ men, I just mess up now and then
Ask me to dance, I’ll dance him offa my mind

I’m leaving the bar, no please don’t join me
Cause he’ll be waiting in his car
Outside my place
And he’ll have been drinking too
what you think he’s gonna do when he sees you
That’s right, honey, bust you in the face!

Final chorus….

 

And for the most part I’ve ceased drinking, as it’s horrible for every other aspect of my health but my mood, and it only improves my mood for the briefest time… thus this song represents a youth enjoyed but left behind without regret. It makes me sound like an antique, but I can’t call myself that, or my parents might get offended. (December 2020.)

Tapioca Song

Today is National Tapioca Day OR IT WOULD BE IF IT WAS JUNE 28TH.

I had to reach into the future posts to get this situated here.

Here it is on Youtube.

If comfort food is what you crave…. mmmm tapioca
please don’t cook it in the microwave …. mmmm tapioca

tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave
tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave

My husband said I don’t think that I’m eating that …. no tapioca
That could not be eaten by a starving rat …. no tapioca

tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave
tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave

I pulled it from the pot it made a scary sound …. SCHLOOP tapioca
Bounced twice when I dropped it on the ground …. WHOA tapioca
tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave
tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave

Now I know double boilers are a grandma thing …. mmmm tapioca
Harder than waiting for the bell to ring …. mmmm tapioca

tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave
tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave

I’ll call NASA with a great big smile ….. yes! tapioca!
I know what to do about the thermal tiles ….. yes! tapioca!
tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave
tapioca
tapioca
no tapioca in the microwave

One last chorus, if you’re doing it en masse, with a super slow and deep last note.

 

Mother’s Day

THIS is probably one of the best songs I ever wrote. Your mileage may vary.

ORIGINALLY SCHEDULED FOR MAY 9

Well he went to his mother to ask her for her blessing for the life of a robber he was headlong bound. He knelt on the dirt floor of the house where he was born, she blessed him and she said,

“My son, go forth and steal!” x2

Crack baby born in a hospital room, and she’s seven months old and she’s known no other home. Thousands more like her as friendless as can be, and what will she grow into without help from you and me.

Don’t you know/how a mother loves her children. x2

Say hi to Mom say hi Now say goodbye

When I first held that helpless infant to my breast I thought, “It may get better but so far this is the best” nothing could prepare me for the way that I would feel! there’s magic in imagining, more magic in the real

Don’t you know/how a mother loves her children. x2

Thank you Gord, for doing such a great job on this… that’s him in on guitar and I think that is Mick Fleetwood on canned ie previously recorded drums.

Republican sentiments at last

Let’s see them booted out

the kings and queens of england
have stolen all your shit
but now they call it pageantry
and make you pay for it

the roundheads tried to end them
and they came slith’rin’ back
and now they’re narked cause harry wed
a yankee who is black

The kings and queens of england
stole half the world away
they stuck some in museums
and now you have to pay

The kings and queens of england
have stolen half the world
and now the heir’s a numpty
who’s known to rape young girls

they’ve blown all of their chances
of this there is no doubt
who’ll join with me so we can see
the crowned heads booted out
From dunnett head to dover
let’s see them booted out

Why won’t you die

Why Won’t You Die

1 Apophis was a god of note or so the legends say, til SG1 got up his nose and elseways in his way,
they tried to kill him n times- n minus one he survived,
you should have heard me shout for joy at the start of season 5. Chorus 1
2 Hathor was a re-al cow although she was Goauld, she put her finger to her lips and all the menfolks
drooled. Samantha Carter decked her CO cause she wasn’t fooled Jack O’Neill laid hands on her
and now she’s SUPERCOOLED Chorus 2
3 Nirrti’s gene experiments crossed her off Santa’s list. She lied and stole and lied some more and
got O’Neill quite pissed. She aimed for Jonas’ undies, we’re so glad that she missed! Then her minions made
her dance to the Istanbul twist Chorus 2
4 Sound is so evocative, it helps you in a slump, unless you’re waking up at night to wonder ‘what’s that bump?’
The gate is down! No DHD! Morale just took a dump! But I like when they close the iris, who’s that
THUMP THUMP THUMP. Chorus 2

When ya gonna marry me?

 

Well my pa don’t say much but he don’t like none of my suitors
and my ma never stops she’s like a wasp in a winderpane
My sisters they fume and they tell me it’s my duty
Though I don’t want to wed, suitors harp at me again
Crowdin’ round, night and day
crowdin’ round, braggin’ and laughin’
Crowdin’ round, beggin’ kisses sayin’
When you gonna marry me?

I have sent them all off down the road in dusty twilight
and in peace I can pull down and play my mandolin
in the dark by the gatepost I hear a banjo twangin
And he’s far enough away that my pa can’t call it sin
Crowdin’ round, night and day
crowdin’ round, braggin’ and laughin’
Crowdin’ round, beggin’ kisses saying
When you gonna marry me?

All my life I’ve looked after my sisters and my brothers
now they tell me to marry and move out my trousseau
I’m worn out with this fam’ly and now must start another
Ne’er to sail foreign seas now, or hike in mountain snow
Crowdin’ round, night and day
crowdin’ round, braggin’ and laughin’
Crowdin’ round, beggin’ kisses saying
When you gonna marry me?

Some nights after my suitor let the banjo introduce him
He appears and then shyly he asks me for my hand
He’d not press me with children, as having the impression
It was something a husband and wife would jointly plan
instrumental break

Oh you speak to my heart, but what other chains are hiding
Shall I spend all my days by a stove and a sink
Shall I gasp in a fact’ry or wait upon your tidings
While you gamble in brothels and spend your health in drink?
chorus and fade

Lady of Komarr – Vorkosigan filk

That’s Cindy Turner aka Shad elsewhere on this blog singing with me at a housefilk a couple years back. SHE LOVES THIS SONG and made me write an extra verse because it was too short.LOL

I am disconnected in time. I post today, a today in which I just watched the Audrey docco on Netflix, which made me cry. It was mostly in her own words. But this today is not the day you are looking at this scheduled post. So today, which is the 19th of March, I just read an amazing thread about grass, and someday being able to walk out into a field and calculate how much biomass is in it with your cell phone, and I am so happy that the person who wrote it is back on twitter cause he was gone three months and you’ve no idea how much I missed his posts about horses.