Song: This Story's Yours.
She was the daughter of the pumpkin tree --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
She was rooted fast, she was never free --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
He was a firebird thief on a burning wing --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
He knew the secret songs that the fire can sing --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
No I can't tell why, and I don't dare lie,
For the stories catch like a clinging vine,
I can't tell why, hush and don't you cry,
For this story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
She set him tasks, and he did his best --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
In the end he failed at his firebird's quest --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
Can you point the finger, can you place the blame --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
We're all the pretty pieces of a greater game --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
No I can't tell why, and I don't dare lie,
For the stories catch like a clinging vine,
I can't tell why, hush and don't you cry,
For this story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
She was a little girl with a bright fox heart --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
She was bound to make herself a monster's part --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
So she set her course and she kept it true --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
There was nothing else that her heart could do --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
No I can't tell why, and I don't dare lie,
For the stories catch like a clinging vine,
I can't tell why, hush and don't you cry,
For this story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
There's a thousand stories here to catch and chase --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
Written soft as scars across a daughter's face --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
No I can't tell why, and I don't dare lie,
For the stories catch like a clinging vine,
I can't tell why, hush and don't you cry,
For this story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours -- tell me which one's mine.
(Written for mpoetess, in the current round of Iron Poet. This is a song for The Orphan's Tales, by Catherynne Valente. To get an idea of the rhythm, think of Kris Delmhorst's 'Too Much Honey'.)
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
She was rooted fast, she was never free --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
He was a firebird thief on a burning wing --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
He knew the secret songs that the fire can sing --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
No I can't tell why, and I don't dare lie,
For the stories catch like a clinging vine,
I can't tell why, hush and don't you cry,
For this story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
She set him tasks, and he did his best --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
In the end he failed at his firebird's quest --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
Can you point the finger, can you place the blame --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
We're all the pretty pieces of a greater game --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
No I can't tell why, and I don't dare lie,
For the stories catch like a clinging vine,
I can't tell why, hush and don't you cry,
For this story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
She was a little girl with a bright fox heart --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
She was bound to make herself a monster's part --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
So she set her course and she kept it true --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
There was nothing else that her heart could do --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
No I can't tell why, and I don't dare lie,
For the stories catch like a clinging vine,
I can't tell why, hush and don't you cry,
For this story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
There's a thousand stories here to catch and chase --
There's no such thing beneath the sky.
Written soft as scars across a daughter's face --
I can tell you stories, but I can't tell why.
No I can't tell why, and I don't dare lie,
For the stories catch like a clinging vine,
I can't tell why, hush and don't you cry,
For this story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours, and this story's mine.
This story's yours -- tell me which one's mine.
(Written for mpoetess, in the current round of Iron Poet. This is a song for The Orphan's Tales, by Catherynne Valente. To get an idea of the rhythm, think of Kris Delmhorst's 'Too Much Honey'.)