Space 2335 Share Posted August 25, 2014 So, I've assembled a list of songs for any bards to use if they wish to. I mean, they are pretty bad, but you know, beggars can't be choosers. And, by all means, change the songs up. Adjust the lines so they make more sense. Make 'The Maiden of Alrash' not actually have to be Alrash and be Alras. Do whatever. And if you make any original songs, post em here so that I can edit them or others can add them to their 'repertoire.' The Great Pink Haired Man There once lived a dwarf named Pikel Boldshoulder His hair, colourful His heart, much bolder He came to us in our hour of need He lived by a creed, did a great deed He and 4 brave warriors Faced with many barriers They ventured into the nether They did it with great haste Only 4 were turned paste To defeat the evil Iblees They tossed an axe into a pit And also one of the heroes… **** He was a true hero He asked for no fame Not even a dame So if you see pink! You’d better rethink! That could be Pikel Boldshoulder Admittedly, much older The Maiden of Alrash A maiden from Alrash The subject of my wonder And also the rash That is down under Fatbuttum Silverblade Second of her name Although I’m not afraid to admit I paid I still felt flayed And on the morrow My wallet empty, my needs fulfilled To my horror, I gaze upon her My eyes were unskilled The ale must have gotten to me For that was no wench But King Syrio, pretty as a flea But oh, his stench! Maiden of the Tree (From ASOIAF) My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I’ll lay you down, I’ll dress you all in yellow silk, and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword. And how she smiled, and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass But you can be my forest love and me your forest lass It’s Always Sunny Under the Sea (From ASIOAF) It's always summer, under the sea I know, I know, oh, oh, oh The birds have scales, and the fish take wing I know, I know, oh, oh, oh The rain is dry, and the snow falls up I know, I know, oh, oh, oh The Lame Drunk of Abresi A poor man came to a fair maid Said ‘I need some work, I need to get paid?’ She said that’s a damn shame For, he was lame The Lame Drunk of Abresi He ate messy He lived poorly And used to love a girl named Jessie His beard was down to his **** He smelt like uncleaned pits But he said ‘I’m rich, geez If you counted fleas!’ But if you counted teeth? Nah. The Lame Drunk of Abresi He ate messy He lived poorly And used to love a girl named Jessie One day he saw a great knight He challenged him to a fight! The great warrior prepared with sword and shield And as he took the field There was the Lame Drunk He smelt like a skunk For his smell was his shield, His breath his what he would wield The knight felt he had no choice but to yield He could not take the field His helmet was filled with puke He dismissed the drunk as a cuke The Lame Drunk of Abresi He ate messy He lived poorly And used to love a girl named Jessie The Lame Drunk of Abresi He ate messy He lived poorly And used to love a girl named Jessie And damn was he crazy! The Day the Spit Flew It was a day unlike today Except, nothing like today The atmosphere was the opposite of gay The atmosphere was… Yag! The Snow Elves had kidnapped a princess! Or something! But it did not matter, the pale devils would get it! And by it I mean completely disproportionate aggression BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF THEY DIDN’T GET IT! Two kingdoms met in front of another kingdom Oren, half of their court had come But all of Snelvdom showed up; The king! It was a standoff to be sung about maybe when the singer was really drunk or out of songs! They fought with words Emperor Chivay was drowned out by his court Tundrak drowned out by his nation’s silence But alas, no solution came So, with a great ‘HOOOOOOOOORK’ And a great ‘POOT!’ Head to toe Tundrak was covered with spit And damn wasn’t it an improvement The Great Pumpkiness My father came up to me one day He said ‘Son, I hope you won’t have to pay For my life I’ve sinned, true to God Because one day, I messed with a pumpkin broad I can remember that night so clearly Better than the night I met your mother, although I do love her dearly Two strangers came by So frightful, nearly made me cry A pumpkin on each of their heads I had to make sure I was not on meds Where are those, anyway? I always talk in rhymes without them, are they in the entryway? But I digress One wore a pretty dress Darker than your uncles soul Even if it was dipped in coal The other was a man, so I did not care The nicest woman I’ve ever met, I swear Made my heart flutter, my knees quiver But I could not look at her head without a shiver So I knew what must be done I knew it was not a good idea, in the long run But I gave that pumpkin a yank! And she pulled out a shank! That’s why they call me One-Ball Jon For one of my eyeballs was gone So if you see the Pumpkiness Just stare at her dress, not the breasts! The Money-Grubbing Dwarf - By Reman There was a Dwarf, his name unknown; His beard would morph, when the wind had blown. He came across, one fateful eve; A she-Dwarf skilled at basket-weave. They wed that week, little did he know; She was antique, and very old. She was however well-endowed, In more ways than one, so when she bowed, More was seen, than was decent, Let’s keep it clean, her wealth came recent. Her father’d died the night before, Been murdered by a petty *****. To her he left all that he owned, So when she’d die, her love’d not groan. For he’d inerit all she had, Her money’d rid him of the sad. 9 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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