“To be the father is to understand nothing can make one so happily exhilarated or so frightened: it's a solid lesson in the limitations of self to realize that your heart is running around inside someone else's body. "
~Christopher Hitchens

This music popped into my head after reading that...("Je Te Laisserai Des Mots" by Patrick Watson)
.

"I'll bet you think this song is about you."

Well, yeah. It is.  :-)

Our friend Dunstan was inspired to write this after a visitor's comment at The Seven Trials of Love (May 2000).

"Who's THAT?"
"That's Lady Ursula, my Master's wife and the Mother of our household."
"Yo mama's got a body like BLAM!"

BLAMa song by Master Dunstan LeHeryngmongere ( Read more... )

The idea jumped into my head this afternoon.  Might tweak it later, but it'll do for now.... based on "Punk Rock Girl" by the Dead Milkmen..... this thing practically wrote itself...  If you want to try it out, here's the instrumental track.

At tea one day I saw an airship overhead
This chick whipped out a raygun
And she nearly shot me dead
Steampunk ( Read more... )

OK - someone had to do it.....(I will be along later with a mop and a bucket.)

On the first day of Christmas....

A fine cup of Darjeeling tea (Lovely!)
Two kid gloves
Three French gents
Four appalling accents
Blooow-ing shit uuup!
Six goggles Googling
Seven pipes-a-puffing
Eight crumpets crumbling
Nine nefarious nemesi (Is that a proper word?)
Ten spats-so- ( Read more... )

Continued from yesterday....

OK, so no takers for the "On the Road" collaboration.  This morning it occurred to me that I could expand it out to more topics - it just needs a new title...which brings us to Verse Two:

Email overload
Three hundred posts all from the Merry Rose
I've had enough, I'm done, it's time to get a hose
Got my LJ and I've got a ( Read more... )

The following verse just popped into my head...it actually has some potential.  It's not directed at any particular person or event but it does bring a few back to mind.   I could easily finish it on my own, but I think it would be more fun if people were each to contribute one verse.  (Non-SCAdians, feel free to roll your eyes and shake your head ( Read more... )

A wee filk by Lady Ursula von Bremen [1]
of “Merry Christmas from the Family” by Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

Forty people in our hotel room
At the Twelfth Night post-revel
We were drinkin' Stonecastle Ale
And Declan’s homebrewed mead
Master Dunstan brought a new bard in
He was a Calontirian
We didn't know what to think of him
‘Til he sang Belt and ( Read more... )