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Seasons of My Love – Traditional Myrish Folk Ballad
I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair
I loved a maid as red as autumn, with sunset in her hair
I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonglow in her hair
I loved a maid as spry as springtime, with blossoms in her hair
As the land changes masks, so follow my maids & I
Whether balmy hot and sopping wet or cutting sweet and dry
Ere my life the good lords fell, I’ll prize the memory of
Each and every lass I’ve held for a spell - the seasons of my love
I loved a maid as wet as meadows, with dewdrops in her lips
I loved a maid as thick as honey, with nectar in her lips
I loved a maid as shy as snowflakes, with purple in her lips
I loved a maid as fresh as seaspray, with eddies in her lips
I loved a maid as strong as dreamwine, with phantoms in her eyes
I loved a maid as tart as cider, with amber in her eyes
I loved a maid as warm as kindling, with ember in her eyes
I loved a maid as light as cotton, with lacework in her eyes
One cup for every lass that I’ve held for a spell
You are the seasons of my love
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It’s so hard to be a woman in this world
It’s so hard to be a woman in this world
They will take you and they’ll break you
And they’ll try to violate you
It’s so hard to be a woman in this world
Do you think you have a destiny
Do you think you have a choice
They will not give you a weapon
They won’t listen to your voice
It’s so hard to be a woman in this world
It’s so hard to be a woman in this world
Doesn’t help you to be beautiful
When life’s so short and brutal
It’s so hard to be a woman in this world
Take a long and slender needle
Start to swing it like a sword
So you’ll never be a lady
You can learn to be a lord
It’s so hard to be a woman in this world
It’s so hard to be a woman in this world
You will wed the highest bidder
And he’ll bed you till you wither
It’s so hard to be a woman in this world
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We sit in the godswood beneath the heart tree
Just me and my direwolf my direwolf and me
Some milk of the poppy would help ease the pain
It’s not a brief tale but I’ll try to explain
Go take the black said the king in the north
Join the night’s watch and prepare to set forth
A raven will carry a message to you
Dark wings bring dark words you’ll know what to do
Chorus:
At the edge of the world is a wall made of ice
And if you are wise you will take my advice
Run for your life flee the sight of the wall
For winter is coming to bury us all
Blue eyes and black hands live on after death
Beasts in the forest will stop all your breath
You’ll need a good horse and you’ll need a good sword
Your friends are all rapists and bastards and whores
Try to remember a couple of things
You owe your allegiance to cripples and kings
(Chorus)
My mother said I should not have been born
Will I be redeemed by the oath I have sworn
Or will I betray all that I hold most dear
Will it even matter when winter is here
(Chorus)
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LOVE ME AN IMP
He stands only so high
You could easily pass him by
Except for his brains and his wit
On height he’s lacking but on character he’s no shrimp
That’s why I love me an imp.
He likes to have the things he likes
Anything Lannister gold can buy
Food and sex and a flagon of wine
Sure he pays for sex, but he pays well, he'll never skimp,
and that’s why, I love me an imp
He doesn’t lie.
He doesn’t take any shit.
It’s just he’s used to it--
people’s small mindedness
He won’t waste his time
letting jerks get to him,
getting his style in a crimp.
He’s a much bigger imp.
He’ll look for anything that’ll
keep him from going to battle.
He wants a tavern with good food and drink.
Call him a hedonist he’s still the only one to slap that bitch (and by bitch, I mean twerp and by twerp I mean Joffrey)
And that’s why....
Hot damn...
Try and stop me
I love me an imp.
(He's got a really big personality.)
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Corn Mo - Dead Is Dead
04:50
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The Bushwick Book Club Brooklyn, New York
We started in January 2009 playing songs written in response to Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions. We haven't stopped since. We've written & performed songs inspired by everything from "On The Origin of Species" to Dr. Seuss to Raymond Carver. There are BBCs popping up nationwide now. Bushwick Book Club Seattle started in 2010 & is run by Geoff Larson. Our nerdy dare-devilry knows no bounds. ... more
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