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Songs she Sang
« on: July 18, 2017, 05:41:45 PM »
Be it in the Gaping wound or out in the Outskirts, while wandering the sands of Har'akir, or settled by one of the various camps along roadside, these were the songs sung and tales told by Ravenharp, to be carried along by whatever other voices caught them to move them along.


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Lovebirds

from far away
you've come astray
come to me, on quiet days
we shook hands
exchanged our names
and then we walked away

we met anew
you've wandered through,
come to me, at river side,
we danced along,
and sang a song,
and again, we went our ways

yet now again
you've ambled in,
come to me, by my bedside,
we whispered then,
and swore our pledge,
never to part ways again

so then it was,
we were as one,
we spent our days in merry ways,
we laughed, and played,
and fought some days,
always to embrace again

yet the it came
your dying day,
torn apart by fates cruel play
we loved until the very last,
and now you'll wait for me

to far away you'd gone astray,
lost from me so gray these days,
when once we danced
beneath the moon
now i can but sing of you

I reach for you
as endings near
no eternity to fear
you've waited there as days gone by
at the gate, rejoined we'll fly.

// Melody and lyrics by myself: http://vocaroo.com/i/s1EXGUih3BJe (please excuse my "singin'!")

// Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/dragonfell-angel/lovebirds
« Last Edit: July 30, 2017, 01:00:27 PM by Vex »
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Re: Songs she Sang
« Reply #1 on: July 21, 2017, 09:58:43 AM »
She told the tale, thus:


"It's a tale of a dove that was blown off her course, she ended up nesting in a crows tree.

The crow thought her quite pretty, so he offered her his wing to keep her warm and dry. When the came dame the dove found that without her flock, she was bound to stay, so she went into a field to eat seeds with the sparrows there. The crow though was a jealous bird, and none to pleased, ere upon her return at eve he cloaked her in his wing once more, and asked of her: "Ah sweet dove, what meal have you brought for me?" But crows are carrion birds, you see, they do not care for seeds, so she said in reply: "nothing".

Came more days much the same, and the crow grew in his jealousy, each night she returned with no meal for him to eat, his brooding grew, though he cloaked her with his wing all the same and his his malcontent so she would not see. Finally came a day when the crow decided that the dove had mislead him too far, and when she came she found the rest of his flock, brooding in the branches. But he had kept her warm, so yet again she took to rest under his wing. Yet he held her tightly then, and with his murder looking on, he asked of her again: "My dear, my sweet, what meal have you brought for me?" Yet she said again: "Nothing, crow, for in the field we eat only seeds'. He asked again, and the flock, hungry and cruel eyed, fluttered their wings.

He asked again, and again, and to her dismay, when no meal had she to offer the flock began to caw cackling cries, for if there was no meat in the field, doves, assuredly were sweet, and he began to peck and pluck at her feathers, pulling them from her wings one after another. She could not escape, and soon her white wings were wet with blood. They asked her again, yet her reply could not change, and so she was beset to great agony under those blackened wings. Yet the sparrows heard her frightful cries, and though they were small birds, they were fast and fierce. So up they rose from the fields in a swarm to chase the crows away, and took the dove back to their own nests, where she could rest and heal again.

Though the dove lives with them now, somewhat happily ever after, and her wings healed, she never felt they were quite as full, nor ever again did she so blindly trust those that welcomed her too eagerly."


And she sang the song, as well:

D                G    A    D
So a crow sat in his tree, watching storm go by
D                G    A    D
shorn from her flock then came dove, to land on branch nearby,
Am                F    E    Am
'come to me, my sweetest dove, my wing will keep you dry,
Am                F    E    Am
come to me, my lovely dove, until again you fly'.


D            A        Bm           A
glad the dove came unto him, warmed throughout the night,
D            A        Bm           A
when morning came, she went aflight, to sparrows field nearby,
E            B        C#m           B
'come and feast, oh sweetest dove, and sing away the time,
E            B        C#m           B
we'll share our seeds, oh lovely dove, until the night abides.'
Am                F    E    Am
jealous he, that black crow was, though welcomed her again,
Am                F    E    Am
under wing and clung so close, asked of her softly then,
Am                F    E    Am
'what meal for me', oh pretty dove, from sparrows field afar?
D                G    A    D
'there is no meat, oh handsome crow,' the gentle dove replied.


D                    G    A    D
And so she came and so she went, that tender little dove,
D                G    A    D
until the day returned on eve, to murders host above.
Am                F    E    Am
'what meal for us', cried jealous crows, 'you cannot us deny',
D                G    A    D
'no meat', she plead, that gentle dove, long into the night.
D            A        Bm           A
So cruel were they that black winged host, pretty feathers plucked,
D            A        Bm           A
but then the sparrows of the field, came up and up and up,
E            B        C#m           B
'Off you go, oh wicked crows!' the little sparrows cried,
E            B        C#m           B
And with them, oh wounded dove, flew into the night.

D                G    A    D
Now with them she stays yet still, wings once more to shine
Am                F    E    Am
Though never trusts a blackened wing, cast so swiftly by.
D            A        Bm           A
'Stay with us, oh pretty dove, our fields for you abide,
E            B        C#m           B
Stay with us, oh sweetest dove, our home is safe and kind'

// Lyrics and Melody by me: http://vocaroo.com/i/s1jAwZh2xFww  (s'cuse ma singing again!)
// Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/dragonfell-angel/crows-wings
// Chord arrangement by Badgerlizard!
// Remastered version with voice and piano by Badgerlizard! http://vocaroo.com/i/s0WSM6MiJKv1


« Last Edit: July 30, 2017, 01:01:01 PM by Vex »
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Re: Songs she Sang
« Reply #2 on: July 24, 2017, 11:39:24 AM »
The tale as told:

The song, she would say, was written by an elf that believed they would never again be able to return to the fabled city of Evermeet, yet took joy in being able to visit yet still, in the peace of Reverie.

And so she sang it:

The Emerald Isle, this beauty sits,
Away, a distant shore,
Not forgot, but evergreen,
A garden in my soul.

Keep me there, In heart, in mind,
A place I cannot be,
Though there I cannot journey,
Still I can always dream.

The Golden Spire, and Silver lane,
Walk, dance skip and sing,
Always now a part of me,
A favored memory.

// Lyrics and Melody by myself: http://vocaroo.com/i/s1BGtqjpvLus (s'cuse me, ehem!)
// Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/dragonfell-angel/the-emerald-isle
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Re: Songs she Sang
« Reply #3 on: July 26, 2017, 04:46:23 AM »
The tale as it was told:


She said an elven bard taught her the song and story, a Tue-Tel of silver hair and sorrow, bespoke it of a wanderer she had met on her travels.

He had been elven lord that went into war, fighting with all his heart for what he believed in, those that he loved. Yet when he returned bearing the scars of his battles, he found those he had fought for had gone. Nor was he heralded for his sacrifice, unrecognized instead, for the curse of his scars earned.

Embittered, he was cast away from his people, and began a descent away, pulled beyond even the reach of the Seldarine by the torments that beset him in his despair. Far away he journeyed, until something unexpected happened then, he crossed the path of an elven bard, signing at the foot of the tree, songs of his all but forgotten home. Joining her, they spoke stories of old, of their people, and their green lands, and for the first time in uncounted years, the once king remembered what he had been.

This began the long battle that would change his fate, fighting back against the plague of torments that were rooted deep within his soul, and the seeking of things once lost. With the bard at his side he struck out, and by fates kind turn, found friends of old, who joined him anew. Reconciling his heart, beleaguered by the curse of his days and the betrayals he had perceived, it was no easy path, and yet, for it all, kindled then the hope, that he might again go home once more, at last.

The song as she sang it:

There was a feather on the breeze,
Once forsook, forgotten dreams,
Wandered ardent whispers then,
Wandered back to hope again.

He was lost and wandering,
Once a king, Lost his queens,
Wandered unto night and then,
Wandered back to light again.

Though this path not of his make,
Stepped to gate, Flight to take,
Wandered beyond reach and then,
Wandered back to touch again.

He was lost and wandering,
Once of gold, Now tarnished gleam,
Wandered heart to compromise,
Wandered soul to different life.

There was a song sung on the wind,
Of Emerald shine, and where they'd been,
Wandered to find way and then,
Wandered to back to start again.

He was lost and wandering,
With sharp things, Ruby gleam,
Wandered trapped within the dark,
Wandered free as embers sparked.

There was a ship upon the sea,
Sails high and Ocean wide,
Wandered with what lost yet then,
Wandered joined to journey again.

He was lost and wandering,
Books of lore, and Reckonings,
Wandered to where ghosts did stir,
Wandered to where hauntings were.

There was a petal on the breeze,
A notion new, hopeful gleam,
Wandered on through journeys past,
Wandered on to home at last.

// Lyrics and melody by me!
// composed and performed beautifully by Badgerlizard! : http://vocaroo.com/i/s0wQztbQib8w

// Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/dragonfell-angel/the-wanderer

« Last Edit: July 30, 2017, 01:02:06 PM by Vex »
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Re: Songs she Sang
« Reply #4 on: July 30, 2017, 01:04:47 PM »
// I was informed that the vocaroo links were not working for everyone, so I've edited in links to soundcloud. Sorry about that! I super encourage music lovers to check out the songs that Badgerlizard has helped me with - and maybe leave a comment or two! Thanks to everyone that has been encouraging <3 More to come soon!
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Re: Songs she Sang
« Reply #5 on: August 02, 2017, 10:03:15 AM »
The tale she told:

The song was written by a moon elf, who had lost her twin brother to a terrible tragedy. For many years the loss tormented her, the grief of the broken bond. Every day she looked in the mirror, she saw his face, and it haunted her with grief. The agony of his loss nearly drove her spirit to depart to Arvandor, yet clung to life to live in hopes to honor what he had lost, so that when they met again she would have all the stories of the realms to tell him. So she traveled through the world, and carried him in her heart, renewing his memory each night by revisiting her memories of him in reverie.


The song she sang:

Bells chimed soft sounds,
Caught on summer waters,
The gasp of sea and sigh of shore,
As the daylight falters.

I watch the stars rise to the sky,
And I sing a song of you,
Gone so far from my reach,
Yet every day renewed.

Harp chimed soft calls,
Caught on autumn waters,
The cry of sea and moan of shore,
As the evening falters.

I watch the twilight fade away,
And I sing a song of you,
Lost from your place at my side,
Yet every day renewed.

Flute chimed soft pule,
Caught on winter waters,
The hiss of sea and huff of shore,
As the dark night falters.

I watch the dawn touch distant waves,
And I sing a song of you,
Passed my reach and company,
Yet every day renewed.

Voice chimed soft call,
Caught on spring time waters,
The laugh of sea and hum of shore,
As the sunrise falters.

I watch beginnings take their hold,
And I sing a song of you,
Waiting with a loving heart,
As my own beats true.


// Lyrics and melody by me!: https://soundcloud.com/dragonfell-angel/renewed  (scuse my 'singing' and where i mixed up the lyrics! but you get the idea xD)
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Re: Songs she Sang
« Reply #6 on: August 04, 2017, 12:24:13 PM »
The song she sang:

There were three Ravens sat on a tree,
Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe.
They were as blacke as blacke could beŚwith a downe.
Then one of them said to his mate,
Where shall we our breakefast take?
With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe.

Downe in yonder greene field,
Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe.
There lies a Knight slain under his shieldŚwith a downe.
His hounds they lie downe at his feete
So well do they their Master keepe
With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe.

His Hawkes they flie so eagerly,
Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe.
There's no fowle that dare him come nieŚwith a downe.
Downe there comes a fallow Doe,
As great with yong as she might go
With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe.

She lifted up his bloody head,
Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe.
And kiss'd his wounds that were so redŚwith a downe.
She got him up upon her backe
And carried him to earthen lake.
With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe.

She buried him before the prime,
Downe a downe, hey downe, hey downe.
She was dead her selfe ere evensong timeŚwith a downe.
Gods sent every gentleman,
Such hawkes, such hounds, and such a leman
With a downe derrie, derry, derry, downe, downe.

And the story she told thereafter:

A knight went a-hunt, and not to battle, yet upon him was summoned death. For his wife had learned that he had a young mistress that he loved far more than she. Her prayers called the ravens upon him, who heralded his end with their black wings. Thus undone by treacherous fate, he fell under his shield, which he could not defend himself with from this foe.

There though even in death however, the ravens were kept at bay from feasting upon him and taking his soul, as his hounds and hawks protected him all the while. Upon him then came his lover, who wept over him and carried him away from the field to bury him at dawn where the ravens could not despoil his body. Yet the effort of the toil and grief upon her pregnant body was great, and even as the evening came, she succumbed to her own death.

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Re: Songs she Sang
« Reply #7 on: August 09, 2017, 02:40:28 PM »
The story was told by Jakob in the Wound, who mentioned the old keeper of the Gaping Wound.
And when she was to sing it, she noted it was by Jakob's bidding, homage to an old friend fondly remembered.
The song of course, seemed to speak for itself. They called it, Cezar's Last Laugh.


As she sang, loud and boisterous:

Cold winter might be, but Cezars warm,
his rents not paid and the house is worn,
but remembered him not for failed plots,
instead his last words as he rots:

I'mmm goin' someplace nice an' warm,
While you freeze your asses to the bone,
Stolojan got me on my knees,
But doamna can't take my last words from me ~

Chanted, stomp with count:
Ohh, unu, doi, trei, I'm on my knees,
oooh, unu, doi, trei, raise your glass to me,
Oh, unu, doi, trei, I'm on my knees
oooh, unu, doi, trei, try not to freeze!

Cold winter might be, but Cezars warm,
Drinks running fast and the carpets torn,
so remember him fondly as you please,
and shout his last words along with me:

I'mmm goin' someplace nice an' warm,
While you freeze your asses to the bone,
Stolojan got me on my knees,
But doamna can't take my last words from me ~

Chanted, stomp with count:
Ohh, unu, doi, trei, I'm on my knees,
oooh, unu, doi, trei, raise your glass to me,
Oh, unu, doi, trei, I'm on my knees
oooh, unu, doi, trei, try not to freeze!
(repeat x2 or as you please)


// No recorded version yet, I can't chant to save my life!
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