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Holding On

by Efenwealt Wystle

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    When not performing as one of the Blibbering Humdingers, Scott masquerades as Efenwealt Wystle, a bard and minstrel.

    Songs in this collection are inspired by my life amongst other medieval re-enactors in the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA.org) and by the music of Jethro Tull, Fairport Convention, Dougie MacLean, Loreena McKennit, Phillip Pickett and many other artists around the english and celtic folk rock scene. Many friends contributed to this recording including:

    Mikey Mason - who wrote Best Game Ever
    Jonah Knight - who wrote King of Nebraska
    Frank Parker Jr. - who wrote Night of the Hunt
    Bryce Cone - drums on Now is the Month of Maying
    Vince Conaway - dulcimer on Perhaps a Dream
    Kirsten Vaughan (Aenor d'Anjou) - additional vocals, cover art, and co-author of Red Dragon Inn.

    Thank you as always for your support of my music over the years. Being able to play music for others is one of the greatest joys of my life.
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Now is the month of maying, When merry lads are playing, Fa la la la la ... Each with his bonny lass Upon the greeny grass. Fa la la la la ... The spring, clad all in gladness, Doth laugh at winter's sadness, Fa la la la la ... And to the bagpipe's sound The nymphs tread out their ground. Fa la la la la ... Fie then! why sit we musing, Youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa la la la la ... Say, dainty nymphs and speak, Shall we play barley break?* Fa la la la la ... *I'm told "barley break" is a game very much like Blind Man's Bluff, but is played in the nude after imbibing large amounts of alcohol.
Trotto 01:29
Holding On 03:12
Each time we gather, and journey down that road and return to that place we call home Greet one another as if we’d never gone However far we roam See how the trees have grown Holding on to our memories Holding on to our lasting dream Holding on to the times when we can be In the place where we belong To the fire, the folk and the song Sharing moments enchanted by a song Worries of the world slip away Forming friendships to last a whole life long Bringing times past to present day Here we are, here our hearts will stay
Edi Beo 02:55
Edi beo thu heavene quene Folkes froure and engles bliss Moder unwemmed and maiden clene Swich in world non other nis On thee hit is wel eth sene Of alle wimmen thu havest the pris Mi swete levedi her mi bene And rue of mi zif thi wil is Happy be thou heavenly queen Mankind's comfort and angels' bliss Mother untainted and maiden clean Such in world, none other is Of thee easily it is seen That of all women thou hast the prize My sweet lady hear my boon And rue of me of thy will is.
I was walking through the camp on a beautiful night Looking for a place where they treat the bards right. Like Marinus, Eoforwic or Thanet House Like Pink Fuzzy Bunny or the Howling Mouse When I heard the drums beatin’ from across the lake And I thought to myself “ah for Odin’s sake” I like all kinds a music, ain’t no period cop. But will these tribal monkey pot-heads never stop? It was a goober with a doumbek doumbek doumbek Goober with a doumbek dum-tek-a-tek A goober with a doumbek doumbek doumbek Goober with a doumbek dum-tek-a-tek So I went off in search of this terrible noise And I found this camp full of scrawny shirtless boys hoping that their rhythm would drum up some dancers but more beledi bunglers is all that would answer They were terrible, miserable, and way off beat. They were chasin’ away ev’ry girl on the street. I sat and I cried, and I covered my ears. I’d fin’ lly realized my worst doumbek fears Chorus Well I finally had enough, so a grabbed a drum I sat in their circle and I showed ‘em some I played Guwazi and the Masmoodi Soufi, Serto, and the Chiftatelli By the time I was done the camp was totally forsooth The ladies were dancing, so I said to these goofs “Ya See that boyz? Ya see, that’s how it’s done ‘Cause I’m a Master Bard. I’m always bringin’ da FUN! I’m not a goober with a doumbek doumbek doumbek Goober with a doumbek dum-tek-a-tek A goober with a doumbek doumbek doumbek Goober with a doumbek dum-tek-a-tek Das right sirrah. Efenwealt Wystle in da camp. You knaves can’t even count to four. I’ll show you da doubmek! I been on da crusades!!
All hail to the days that merit more praise Than all the rest of the year, And welcome the nights that double delights As well for the poor as the peer. Good fortune attend each merry man's friend, That doth but the best that he may, Forgetting old wrongs, with carols and songs, To drive the cold winter away. The court in all state now opens her gate And bids a free welcome to most. The city likewise, though somewhat precise, Doth willingly part with her cost. And yet by report from city and court The country gets the day; More liquor is spent and better content To drive the cold winter away. Thus none will allow of solitude now But merrily greets the time. To make it appear of all the whole year This is accounted the prime. December is seen apparel'd in green, And Janu'ry fresh as the May Comes dancing along with a cup or a song To drive the cold winter away. This time of the year is spent in good cheer, Kind neighbours together to meet To sit by the fire, with friendly desire, Each other in love to greet; Old grudges forgot are put in the pot, All sorrows aside they lay. The old and the young doth carol this song To drive the cold winter away.
Alle psallite cum luya Alle concrepando psallite cum luya Alle corde voto Deo toto, psallite cum luya Alleluya Translated it's basically the following phrases stuffed into the middle of a "Alleluia" Sing praises! Loudly sing praises! Devoted hearts sing praises!
Walk through the night, trees closing all around Stop and listen to the air Tiny voices, light, footsteps behind you now Someone or something must be there So you turn around and see the fairy folk Dancing and laughing in the wood Try to join right in, but they just disappear Are they watching? Will they come again? Moon behind the clouds, you stumble off the trail Dig your way out through the briars Strange unearthly sounds, just might have heard this tale One night while resting by the fire Now sing along and step into the fairy ring And hear their merry elfin sounds Try to jump right in. They vanish in thin air. Are they watching? Will they come again? Dawn is creeping near, lying in the morning dew You waken from your long night's dream Start at packing gear, must have been last night's stew Just too much drink or so it seems You look up in the trees and see their smiling eyes Their golden brightness fills the sky Try to fly with them, but they all float away Are they watching? Will they come again?
Tourdion 02:14
Broadsword 04:57
Am G We were surrounded by an army of undead Am Em Our cleric down to minus five Am G A rabid hobgoblin gnawed off the fighter’s arm C E But we knew with luck that we could survive A Natural 20 A D I can move mountains. I can swim across the sea (in full armour) A E and fight off a horde of zombies A Natural 20 A D I can slay dragons with a short sword and a sling. A E Am Natural 20 is all I need. Am G A portal opened, and unleashed the fiends of Hell Am Em A balrog looking really pissed Am G We tried to banish him, but couldn’t work the spell C E We’ll have fight. I hope we don’t miss! A Natural 20 A D I can move mountains. I can swim across the sea (in full armour) A E and fight off a horde of zombies A Natural 20 A D I can slay dragons with a short sword and a sling. A E A Natural 20 is all I need. Dm C And after the battle we went to the Inn to relax a while F C We spent all our treasure on gambling and women and booze Cm Bb My dwarf made a pass at the barmaid, we think that she might have smiled Bbm C But the Halfling had too much to drink and threw up on my shoes. <spoken> So really, I’m going to try to ask out the barmaid. Uhm Okay, make a charisma check. What’s your bonus? I don’t have a charisma bonus. I mean nobody puts points into charisma unless they’re a sorcerer or a bard. That’s just a lame stat. Okay, well. make your roll. You’re at a minus 2 because of the Halfling vomit. …sweet. A Natural 20 A D I can be charming. I can get my drinks for free. I wink at wenches A E and pick up a barmaid or three. A Natural 20 A D take down beholders with a toothpick and some string A E A E Natural 20 is all I need. A Natural 20 A D I can move mountains. I can swim across the sea (in full armour) A E and fight off a horde of zombies A Natural 20 A D I can slay dragons with a short sword and a sling. A E C A Natural 20 is all I need.
Nastycrat 02:40
Now there’s the Autocrat and Feastocrat and Merchantcrat and Troll A Servercrat, an Artsycrat and Parkingcrat, you know. And then there’s the Nastycrat - That’s me I’m the gentleman who cleans the pri-hi-vy! Now I’ll sing you my advice To keep the bathrooms looking nice. And that will make my job so ea-he-sy. If you sprinkle when you tinkle be a sweetie, wipe the seatie Regardless if you sit or if you stand Don’t wash dishes in the sinky. Don’t leave diapers full of stinky And please remember always wash your hands. If you use up all the paper, don’t let someone find out later. Or else you’ll be despised for what you did! If you clog the John with crap, find a plunger, clear the trap And most importantly put down the lid. Chorus: I’m the Nastycrat. I’m the Nastycrat I’m really not that nasty. I just clean the place you shat. If you clean each mess yourself, you won’t need this nasty elf. I’m the Nastycrat - that’s me. If you make a putrid pooty, spray the air with something fruity, or scented like fresh linens, rose or pine (mmmm shitrus) When you praise the porcelain goddess, please close the door. Be modest. And next time don’t drink liquor before wine. When you go to the latrine, pretend you are the Queen Always be considerate and kind. Though we practice feudalism, when you use the euphemism, Our modern hygiene habits you must mind. chorus
*Guitar Intro: C Em Am G G Am C G As I stand upon this mountain, looking out across the sea G Am C D5 Through the mist I see a land that strangely calls to me G Am C G I can hear familiar voices, saying "You've been gone too long" G Am C D5 But on the breeze, the sound grows louder, I think I hear a song chorus: G Am D5 G Fair Lady Atlantia, she rides upon the wind G Am C D5 The bravest of warriors, and the poet's friend Am7 G Though I've traveled for many days C G She never seems so far away C Em Am G Fair Lady Atlantia, my lady by the sea The gentle folk they still remember the simple days of years gone past In Highland Foorde, at Tear Sea's Shore, at home in Elvegast I long to roam Windmasters' hills, the crystal coast of Raven's Cove Hawkwood's peaks and Steirbach's woodlands, I long to be back home chrous Now I stand upon this mountain, looking at the land below I turn once more and say "Farewell" to those that I have known For now its time to journey onward, along an endless winding road But someday I'll return to see the place I call my home G Am C G Through the years that I have traveled. So many places I have been G Am C D5 G I close my eyes and I can see the land within my dreams (As I stand upon this mountain…) *Notes on guitar tuning and chords I use “double drop D” (DADGBD), so the chords noted here are approximated.


I haven't put out anything for my SCA friends in many years. This is a collection of songs and recordings I've been working on for a while now. Some new stuff, new recordings of old stuff, medieval and renaissance stuff, covers and filkish things. It's all stuff I think my SCA friends will enjoy.


released August 1, 2014

Thanks to Jonah Knight, Mikey Mason and Frank Parker for allowing me to cover their songs.


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The Blibbering Humdingers Cary, North Carolina

These magical masters of musical hi-jinx and mayhem will wizard rock the tea towel right off your house elf. Their unique blend of 80s new wave, 50s do-wop, straight up pop rock and old-timey sing-song comedy will leave you laughing and crying for more. Songs about the wizarding world of Harry Potter, Dr Who, D&D, the SCA, medieval fantasy and all kinds of nerdy fandom. Salaciously whimsical! ... more

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