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1. |
Who Kilt the Piper
04:13
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LYRICS:
All civilized lands love the highlander's pipes, but some folks they just don't agree
They like 'em far off in the mountains, or from deep beneath the sea
The average lad knows a song or two and a really good piper knows three
He'll play each tune 'till his face turns blue, then he'll play 'em again for free
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Oh, who kilt the piper? Who burnt his kilt?
Who cracked his chanter and made his bag wilt?
Who pulled out his fingers? Who broke all his bones?
And who was the bugger that buried his drones?
'Twas early or late one fine morning, 'twas six or seven or so
And the piper he was a playin'. 'Twas the fart of a god in his blow
Now this lad he was playin' tae early. He lost many a friend on that day
And when they found his poor body. All his limbs had been hacked away
We gathered the parts of his body, and threw them all into a sack.
We ripped all the arrows from his forehead, and pulled out the knife from his back
We found one arm in the bushes, and his head placed up on a pole
And it seems that each of his tushes had been torn off and stuffed up his hole.
We searched through the entire city for the fiend that had doon him in.
We found a Dutch mercenary with black greasy fur on his chin
There was also a Swede and a Norman, an Italian and a merchant from Crete
Well these lowly, un-scottish barbarians had never heard music sae sweet
They claimed that the song of the piper was the same as some poor tortured cat.
They admitted to treason and murder. Then they went to his grave and they spat.
A mountain of kilts jumped the scoundrels, and made them pay for their sins.
They beat 'em with golf clubs and cudgels and cursed 'em for what they had din.
And now every morn before sunrise, his ghost comes back from the grave
And he plays 'em a tune on his bagpipes, but he only knows Scotland the Brave.
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LYRICS:
One night I dreamt of you. I fell in love with you
Under a starlit sky.
I roamed the world with you 'till the dawn brought the dew
And we watched the sunrise.
I thought you soon would be only a memory
Lost within my mind.
Then I awoke to see you were there next to me
Resting by my side.
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And the morning sun was shining in your hair
A song, a smile, a moment that we shared
Still longing for the magic that was there
When the sun was in your hair
Then you smiled at me. You were in love with me.
I felt the light of your day.
And I said to you how much I cared for you.
Not enough words I could say.
We knew the world was ours as we watched the stars.
We had the whole Milky Way
And I held you tight all through that wondrous night
Hoping that you'd always stay
And so we spent the time. I was yours. You were mine.
Both of us played our parts.
When ev'ry morning came and we still felt the same
We had loved from the start.
And we hoped and prayed. We could not be afraid.
Nothing could tear us apart.
As the days went by we felt more alive
Knowing the love in our hearts.
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LYRICS:
Some would say its good to be the King or the Czar
Or perhaps the Prince of Wales and eat lots of caviar
But I say its better, so much better by far to be Misha
(da, its good to be the Misha)
Let me tell to you a tale about a man that I once knew
Of all his nasty habits and the awful things he'd do
So please don't call me crazy for this sing I song is true
About Mikhail Kazimirovitch Pomeshanov (clap clap)
There were 17 or so of us all sleeping on the floor
When Mikhail Kazimirovitch came stumbling through the door
He quickly fell asleep, but then he started to snore
He was Mikhail Kazimirovitch Pomeshanov (clap clap)
Well we rolled him on his side and we shook with all our might
We stuffed his mouth with dirty socks and held his nostrils tight
We splashed him with cold water but he would not wake that night
He was Mikhail Kazimirovitch Pomeshanov (clap clap)
So we wrapped him in his blankets and we threw him in the lake
We shaved off both his eyebrows, just for good times sake
We screamed and played the bagpipes but that Misha would not wake
Oh poor Mikhail Kazimirovitch Pomeshanov (clap clap)
We duct-taped him to a tree outside and used him for a pell.
We pulled out all his fingernails and threw him in the well.
We hit him with sledge-hammers, yes we beat him all to pieces.
Squishy Mikhail Kazimirovitch Pomeshanov (clap clap)
So we stuffed him in the cannon and we shot him far away
And hoped we would not hear from him until the break of day
But from the nearby forest, we could hear that awful bray... (SNORE)
Of the Mikhail Kazimirovitch Pomeshanov (clap clap)
Well, early the next morning, Misha woke and looked around.
And realized his sleeping bag was 10 feet off the ground.
He shrugged, went back to sleep, and began to make that sound... (SNORE)
Of the Mikhail Kazimirovitch Pomeshanov (HEY!)
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LYRICS:
Crashing ever forward --- the longship cuts the sea.
The captain watches skyward --- for he knows what's soon to be.
Dark storm clouds are rising --- from the edges of the world.
The cold white sun is dying --- for the giant's axe is hurled.
The world now sleeps frozen --- in winter's ice grasp.
The frost giants leave the mountains --- armed with spear and axe.
Storm they now the lowlands --- raging death to all.
Merciful to no man --- the mightiest shall fall.
And through the three year --- winter they raid with evil joy.
March they now on Asgard --- Valhalla to destroy.
Fimbulveter has ended. --- The crows in warning cry.
The Einherjar awaken --- for Ragnorock is nigh.
Odin calls to council --- all valiant gods and men.
Arm themselves for battle --- for war they must attend.
The massacre is final --- save those few who should survive
Who've hidden in Yggdrasil --- A world they'll revive.
The captain watches, tired. --- His face it shows now glee.
His eyes turn slowly downward --- for he knows what's soon to be.
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5. |
Matty Groves
04:17
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LYRICS:
Holiday, a Holiday and the first one of the year
Lord Arlen's wife came to the church, the gospel she did hear
When the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
And there she spied little Matty Groves a-walking through the crowd
Oh She tripped up to Matty Groves, her eyes so low cast down
Saying "Pray oh pray come with me stay as you pass through the town."
"Oh I cannot go. I dare not go. I fear 'twould cost my life.
By the rings on your fingers I can see you are Lord Arlen's wife."
"Oh what if I am Lord Arlen's wife? He is not at home.
He's gone off to the far country. He's bringing the yearlings home
Oh pray of pray come with me stay. I'll hide thee out of sight.
I'll serve you there beyond compare and sleep with you 'till light.
Well a servant who was standing by, hearing what was said
Swore that Arlen he would know before the sun had set.
And he did ride the King's highway. He swam across the tide.
He ne'er did stop until he came to great Lord Arlen's side.
"What news do you bring my bully boy? What news do you bring to me?
My castle burned, my tenants robbed, my lady with baby?"
"No harm has come your house and land," Lord Arlen's servant said.
"But young Matty Groves is with your wife and he's lying in your bed."
So Arlen called his merry men. He bade them with him go.
He bade them ne'er a word to speak and ne'er a horn to blow
But among Lord Arlen's men, one who wished no ill
The bravest lad of all the crew blew his horn loud and shrill
"What's this?! What's this?!" said Matty Groves. "What is this that I hear?
It must be Arlen's merry men, the ones that I do fear"
"Oh lie down, lie down little Matty Groves and keep my back from cold
Its only Arlen's merry men calling the sheep to fold."
So little Matty Groves he lie down and took a little sleep.
When he awoke Lord Arlen was standing by his bed.
Saying "How do you like my feather bed. And how do you like my sheets?
And how do you like my lady wife who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh well do I like your feather bed. And better I like your sheets.
But best of all I like your lady wife who lies in my arms asleep."
"Get up! Get up!" Lord Arlen cried, "Get up as quick as ye can!
For it'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man.
"Oh I can't get up. I won't get up. I wouldn't get up for my life.
For you have two long beaten swords and I've not a pocket knife."
"'Tis true I have two beaten swords, but they cost me deep in my purse
so you will have the better of them and I shall have the worse.
And you will strike me the very first blow and strike it like a man.
I will have the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can."
So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore.
Lord Arlen struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more.
Then Arlen took his own dear wife and set her upon his knee.
Saying, "Who do you like the best of us now, your dead Matty Groves or me?"
She picked up Matty's dying head. She kissed it from cheek to chin.
"Oh I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than Arlen and all his kin!"
At that Lord Arlen he jumped up and loudly did he ball.
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her up to the wall.
"A grave! A grave!" Lord Arlen cried. "To but these lovers in.
But won't you bury my lady at the top, for she was of noble kin."
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LYRICS:
As I stand upon this mountain, looking out across the sea
Through the mist I see a land that strangely calls to me
I can hear familiar voices, saying "You've been gone too long"
But on the breeze, the sound grows louder, I think I hear a song
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Fair Lady Atlantia, she rides upon the wind
The bravest of warriors, and the poet's friend
Though I've traveled for many days
She never seems so far away
Fair Lady Atlantia, my lady by the sea
The gentle folk they still remember the simple days of years gone past
In Crannag Mor, at Tear Sea's Shore, at home in Elvegast
I long to roam Windmasters' hills, the mountaintops of Sacred Stone
And wander through her boundless woodlands, I long to be back home
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
Through the years that I have traveled. So many places I have seen
I close my eyes and I can see the land within my dreams
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7. |
Do-wop Greensleeves
02:32
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Shaboom. Shaboom. Yadadadadadadadada.
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8. |
E, Dame Jolie
02:46
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NOTES:
E, dame jolie
Mon cuer sans fauceir
Met en vostre bailie
Ke ne sai vo peir
So vant me voix conplaignant
Et an mon cuer dolosant
D'u ne ma laid die
Dont tous li mous an amant
Doit avoir le cuer joiant
Cui teilz malz maistrie
Si forment magrie
Li douls malz da meir
Ke par sa signorie
Me covient chanteir
Oh, dear lady, gentle and fair
Know my words are true
I leave my heart within your care
For none compare to you
Long the hours I grieve, complain
In my heart I know such pain
Though in truth I should delight
Any lover, any man
In my place would gladly stand
suff'ring from this tragic plight
Such the joy and gladness you bring
Grief shall I withstand
So I'll rejoice, yes I shall sing
At my heart's command
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LYRICS:
Standing in the fading light she waits all alone
For one more chance to see
The face of a memory
Of a love that once had been
Where has he gone?
She turns away, lost in her tears
And waits for her love to return
Waiting for her love to return
Waking from her twilight dreams at hoofbeat's fast approach
Who is this messenger?
Has he returned for her?
"How fares my master, sir?
Oh please what news?"
The rider drops his gaze and quietly bids her ride,
"For our lord, he needs you by his side.
Our lord needs you by his side."
Over hills and over fields they ride all through the night
To the gates of Paris town
And through the gathered crowds
Around her lover's house
They stand aside
She walks up to the door and steps into the gloom
Where the man inside hopes death will find him soon
The man inside hopes death will find him soon
(Abelard)
"Please go away! Show me not thy face!
My God has punished me
For my temerity
For my pride and lust for thee.
I am not a man.
Now please go at once and leave me to my prayers.
And allow me to make peace with my God.
Please allow me to make peace with my God.
(Heloise)
I will never leave, my love will last all time.
Because this love for thee
Is greater than the western sea
Or any injury.
Our Souls are bound.
Thou wilt see my love that time will heal thy Wound,
And someday Love will return.
Someday Love will return.
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10. |
Waiting
03:15
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LYRICS:
Once upon a time and long ago or so, as ev'ry love story goes
In a land far away from here, far from anywhere
In the gardens of her father's hall watching the autumn leaves
Singing to the birds and to the trees.
Waiting for a man to come along, waiting so long
Waiting to hear the words to a song.
And then one day there came a minstrel strolling by
Singing to the birds and to the trees, singing for everyone
He sang of wondrous thing, of the magic inside ev'rything
The earth, the moon, the sun and the breeze
He sang of meadows green, of lovers watching the dawn
He sang of deeds and days long gone.
Then off they rode together hand in hand and side by side
Singing to the birds and to the trees, singing for love
Making songs and dreams, waking lonely melodies
Singing down the moon and the stars high above
Perhaps someday, their fairytale won't end.
Perhaps the sun will rise again
Weary of winter, I'm waiting for summertime
Waiting for the sun.
Wanting to be with you, wanting a moment to
See everything we've begun.
To hold your hand in mine, and stroll along for a while
Knowing I'm the reason for your smile
Weary of winter, I'm waiting for summertime
Waiting for the sun.
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11. |
If I was a Viking
02:15
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If I was a viking, I'd never go to school.
I'd never use a toothbrush and I'd hardly ever drool.
I'd sail on the northern seas finding folks to aggravate.
If I was a viking, then life would be just great.
If I was a viking I'd never change my clothes.
I'd bathe semi-annually and I'd sometimes pick my nose.
I'd have a great big long-ship with an ugly dragon's head.
I wish I was a viking, just like old Eric the Red.
If I was viking, well I'd be pretty smart
'Cause I can wystle lots of songs and some tunes I can fart
And writing stuff would be easy. I'd be happy all the time
'Cause Nordic poetry alliterates. It does not have to rhyme.
(excuse me 'rhyne')
If I was a viking, I'd be fierce and brave.
I'd never have to comb my hair and I'd rarely have to shave
And I'd worship Thor and Odin, and maybe Heimdall too.
Then I'd party in Valhalla when my body is maggot food.
If I was a viking, I'd never run away.
And I'd bring all my booty right back home to old Norway.
And when missionaries convert me, and I become Christian
Then I'll forsake my pagan life,
Yes I'll forsake my pagan life,
I might forsake my pagan life and end this song. AMEN!
Yodel-odel-ay-he-hoo!
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12. |
Perhaps a Dream
02:30
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LYRICS:
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?
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13. |
Highlander Blues
02:35
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LYRICS:
Well I had me a bowl o' porridge, but it tasted just like gruel
My wife hid me golf clubs. She doon been so cruel.
My bagpipes are leaking, I kinna find the wind.
My sheep ha' been cheatin'. My flock ha' doon sinned.
I got the flat bagpipe itchy kilt blues.
Those bad haggis highlander blues.
My wife hates me so much, wove me kilt o' stiff wool.
Then I stand in a strong breeze, I'm a regimental fool.
My young lass is breedin'. She is na' yet wed.
She took the damned English all into her bed.
I got the flat bagpipe itchy kilt blues.
Those bad haggis highlander blues.
Well, my derlin' died last night, oot there near the barn.
Her soft wooly coat was a part of her charm.
I'm all oot o' brandy. I'm all oot a scotch.
There's fleas and there's crabs all over me crotch.
I got the flat bagpipe itchy kilt blues.
Those bad haggis highlander blues.
Well my neighbor's been raidin'. My land is left bare.
My flock have all wandered, I dinna ken where.
The King's called an army. He's picked up a fight.
I don't have the money, so I'm sendin' my wife.
I got the flat bagpipe itchy kilt blues.
Those bad haggis highlander blues.
Oh laddie, never try to oot clever a scotsman. He'll just break his golf clubs over yer head and then spit in yer face a thousand times until you just turn into mud. And if that's not good enough for you, stick around for few minutes. We'll see who can throw that log the farthest. Two bags o' gold say I can play more notes in the span o' ten seconds on this here tin-whistle then you can you stupid little, boxer shorts wearin' English twit! Get back here and fight like a man already!
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LYRICS:
Years ago when I first discovered Elvegast
In the Barony of Windmasters' Hill
I went to feast and to watch the Harvest Tournament
A day I still remember and hope I always will
And I dreamed that someday I'd do everything
And I planned to one day have it all
I met a lord and a lady who'd show me the way
The baron and the minstrel of the hall
He was once the noble leader of my barony
He was proud and strong. His honor bold and true.
The lady was the minstrel who inspired me
She'd play her songs the day and night right through
And that evening as we sat around the circle
And we listened to the music, quite enthralled
I could feel the shared admiration between
The baron and the minstrel of the hall
The baron sought to teach me grace and courtesy
The lady encouraged me to sing
Though I may have strayed from the paths that they layed
And they just might think I haven't learned a thing
But they'll always be the guideposts on my journey
Though they think their contributions may be small
How can you repay someone for giving you a dream?
The baron and the minstrel of the hall
Now the years have gone and the minstrel traveled far away
The baron has made me part of his clan
I look back on the dreams I've made realities
And I see so many more that I still can
Though you may not understand why I follow him
Or why it is I answered his call
Now he is my captain, the master of my Oath.
And now I am the minstrel of his hall
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15. |
I'm a Saxon
01:16
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I'm a Saxon. I'm a Saxon
So are you. So are you
Let's go kill a Norman. Let's go kill a Norman
Biff! Bang! Boom! Biff! Bang! Boom!
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16. |
SCA Driving Song
02:57
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LYRICS:
Ridin' bright and early down the King's Highway
Had to hit the road by the break of day
Don't be late for inspection or the tourney lists
Hangin' out all weekend with my favorite anachronists
Why do I do this anyway?
Welcome my friends to the S.C.A.
Seems like I've been driving for at least a week
Time to stop my dragon and take a leak
My ass is sore and my brain is startin' to numb
I'm drivin' with escapees from a mental asylum
Why do I do this anyway?
Welcome my friends to the S.C.A.
Finally reach the site off a gravel road
Some crazy celt jumps out only dressed in woad
A viking with a hammer and a kilted drunken scot
Lookin' like the rejects and the extras from Camelot
Why do I do this anyway?
Welcome my friends to the S.C.A.
Find a place to place to park and unload my gear
My household must be camped at least a mile from here
The people at the troll booth lost my reservation check
Forgot to set the VCR and now I'll miss this week's Star Trek
Why do I do this anyway?
Welcome my friends to the S.C.A.
ALTERNATE LAST COUPLET:
The troll booth lost my reservation, now I don't know what to do.
Forgot to set the DVR and now I'll miss my Doctor Who.
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17. |
On the Sea
02:28
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LYRICS:
Sailing away, on the ocean of life towards the sunset
A thousand new dreams, adventures, possibilities lie ahead
Farewell to my lady. Farewell to my kin.
I'm seeking my fortune. I'm off once again
On the sea
I look to the sky as I watch all the world drifting by me
A song in my heart, I can feel, as we sail at full speed
We soar 'cross the oceans. Our sails unfurled
We'll head on forever, all over the world
On the sea
The white foamy crests and the gulls overhead wave good-bye
The wind fills our sails, as the sun and the clouds fill the sky
I turn to my comrades. I raise up a cheer
For now they're my brothers, as long as we're here
On the sea
Sailing away on the sea
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18. |
Nasty Booger Song
02:52
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LYRICS:
I've got boogers in my nose
I've got boogers in my nose
And a little bit of cheese between my toes
I've got boogers in my nose
I've go wax in my ear
And the Hershey squirts are pouring out my rear
I've got water on my knees
You'd better watch out 'cause now I've got to sneeze
I've got bile in my liver
I drank so much coffee that I could pee a river
I once lived in an amniotic sack
If my blood gets clogged I might get a heart attack
I've got oil on my skin
If I wear a sheep it would be lanolin
I don't know what lymph is for
But if you don't have any, well you might just die
I think this song is pretty
The only word I can thing to rhyme is too dirty to sing
I think I'll end this song right now
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19. |
Celtic Jihad Rap
01:45
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LYRICS:
Well my name is Angus Ibn Ali
Caliph o' the Tay in ol' Dundee
Amang the heather in my bedouin tent
I'm a camel-ridin', turban wearin' lowland gent
(hame laddie)
Well I was cookin' up a batch of haggis and falafel
And I must admit that it smells pretty awful
Me guid friend Eogan(yo-gan) cam alang
And he said "Hey Angus, what's that sang?"
(Ahhhhyaahhhahhhhhieh-ahhhhh-rum-tum tiddly-iddly-i-do-day)
In me kaftan plaidie that hangs tae the floor
And a scimitar the size of an old claymore
I wave tae the lassies as I walk doon the street
And they say "Hey Angus! Where's your trousers?
(oh shite, wrong song. Let's try that again. We'll just have to
wait for it to come around again on the doumbek)
Well that's my tale, and its not very good
I only wrote it 'cause I knew I could
I'll play beledi and pipe 'till I'm blue
And then I'll play a little bodhran too!
(There is but one god, Bonnie Prince Cherlie, and Robbie Burns is his prophet!)
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20. |
Place Called Home
02:01
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LYRICS:
We spend our lives searching for freedom
We spend our lives searching for love
Once in awhile, come upon a friendly smile
Hoping to find a place called home
After the hard times and the waiting
After the good times and the fun
We find that our friends will stay with us 'till the end
Helping us find that place called home
Sitting 'round the fireside in the evening
Pass the drink and share a song or two
Talk about the old days when the world was bright and young
Waiting for the early morning dew
When time at last leads to the parting
When time at last leads to farewell
I'll pray my friend that our paths might meet again
And one day you find that place called home
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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
The Blibbering Humdingers recommends:
The Prince's Tale
by Lauren Fairweather
Lauren, who also performs as part of the Moaning Myrtles has written some truly heartfelt songs and brought together a really fabulous bunch of musicians on this recording.
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House Pride
by Lily & James
Lily and James are probably the next best thing to the Blibbering Humdingers. They're funny and artistic, with clever lyrics, great voices and they're full of musical talent.
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The Battle of Hogwarts
by Various Artists
We contributed a recording to this compilation to benefit the production of Lena & Mallory's musical "The Final Battle". It's got a great bunch of up-and-coming young wizrock performers.
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Detour
by Mikey Mason
supported by 6 fans who also own “Minstrel by Trade (and a Fool in my Spare Time)”
Even though I've heard the story behind the music, there's always been something just a bit haunting and sad about this song. It's been one of my favorites since the first time I heard it.
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dodecahedron
by Mikey Mason
supported by 5 fans who also own “Minstrel by Trade (and a Fool in my Spare Time)”
Love this track and I also Love Knights of the Dinner Table! :D
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Speakeasy - Live 2016
by John Robins
Robins decided to release the recording of his 2016 comedy tour during the Covid-19 shutdown at the behest of fans.
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