More Bujold Filk - Part 7

These pages contain various filk songs relating to the work of Lois McMaster Bujold.

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Ivan's Song
by Joan Lee
Ttto: "California Girls"
Characters and cultures mentioned here are property of Lois McMaster Bujold

Well Beta Colony girls are hip
I dig the sarongs that they wear
And Marilacan girls with the way they talk
They knock me out when I'm down there

On Escobar, Durona flowers make you feel alright
And Komarran girls with the way they kiss
Their boyfriends gasp (for air) in domes air-tight

I wish they all could be Barrayaran
I wish they all could be Barrayaran
I wish they all could be Barrayaran Vor

On Jackson's Whole the cloned girls
Make all others look so bland
Centagandan Ghem (at least the ones I saw)
beauty that's intoxcatingly grand

I been all around this galaxy
And I've seen all kinds of girls
Yeah, but I couldn't wait to get to Vorbarr Sultana;
To the cutest girls in the world

I wish they all could be Barrayaran
I wish they all could be Barrayaran
I wish they all could be Barrayaran girls

I wish they all could be Barrayaran
(Kareen, Delia, Olivia yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be Barrayaran
(Donna, Martya, Ekaterin yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be Barrayaran
(girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)
I wish they all could be Barrayaran
(Girls, girls, girls yeah I dig the)

Cordelia's Shopping Trip
by Harold J Feld
Ttto: "The Cutty Wren"

Oh where are you going, my dearest Cordelia
I'm going shopping, oh Aral my Love
With Koudelka's sword-cane, said poor mad Bothari
With Koudelka's sword-cane, said poor mad Bothari

What are you bringing home, my dearest Cordelia
Just a small trinket, oh Aral my love
The Pretender's bloody head, said poor mad Bothari x2

And how did you bring it home...
In this bag of shoes....
I'm glad it stopped leaking.....

How much did you pay...
I paid too much...
In blood and in madness....

Please don't go again....
Unless it is needed...
and I shall go with you, said her dog, poor Bothari
And lie at your feet, said Bothari her dog.

Ivan's Song (It's Not My Fault!)
by Harold J Feld
Ttto: "It's Not Our Fault" by Bob Esty
(Lee Gold wrote the penultimate chorus)

My cousin Miles, went out on a jumpship.
They sent me with a scroll to get him back.
Though my ship never made it, I finally caught up to him.
But Miles flipped when he found out the ribbon was black.
Now he's babbling about plots and usurpations
Vorlupolous' Law and everything gone wrong
He says that it's treason and that we have got to stop it
But I smile and I sing this song

Chorus:
It's not my fault, I have no responsibility
I mean it, Miles: this time I won't go!
You can't make me, Miles, No I'm not gonna listen
To your latest crazy scheme. UH-UH, the answer is no!

My cousin and I, were ordered out to Eta Ceta:
A quiet little funeral, but I oughta know
There's no such thing as "quite," or "safe," or "sane" or boring,
And no obeying orders wherever Miles may go.
Now he's babbling about the Cetagandan genome.
Barryar is being framed, and everything's gone wrong
He says he needs me to help him get some Key back
I shake my head and I sing this song:

Chorus

Things are safe on Earth, no wars or plots or Miles,
When who should show up in his Dendarii greys?
He says not to worry: he doesn't plan to linger.
He'll ship off just as soon as he collects his pay.
But soon he's babbling about Komarran rebels
Cetegadan death squads and a clone gone wrong
He says I have to help him, even if it breaks orders.
I scream and I sing this song

Chorus

Well sooner or later, I know there'll be a next time:
I'll be coasting along, and then the world will go BOOM!
And Miles will be standing in the middle of the chaos
With a smile on his face and the voice of doom.
And he'll be babbling about plots and threats and danger
How he needs my help 'cause everything's gone wrong.
And I know he'll be right, and I know I'll always help him.
But first I'm going to sing my song.

'Cause it's not my fault. I'm just idiotic Ivan,
Chatting up girls or having a drink!
Go draft someone else. I'm just you foolish cousin.
If you keep this up, they just might realize I can think.
No, it's not my fault, I have no responsibility
I mean it, Miles: this time I won't go!
You can't make me, Miles, No I'm not gonna listen
To your latest crazy scheme. UH-UH, the answer is no!

500 Miles Filks
by Daniel Reitman
Ttto: "500 Miles" by Hedy West

If you miss the train I'm on
You will find me at the con
You can hear the filkers sing all about Miles
All about Miles, all about Miles, all about Miles, all about Miles
You can hear the filkers sing all about Miles

Lord I've one, Lord I've two
Lord I've three, Lord I've four
Lord I've five hundred Miles filks in my book
Filks in my book, filks in my book
Each page I look they're in my book
Lord I've 500 Miles filks in my book

Not a tune I can hack
Not a lyric to my name
Lord I can't join the bards this-away
This-away, this-away, this-away, this-away
Lord I can't join the bards this-away

If you miss the train I'm on
You can find me at the con
You can hear the filkers sing all about Miles

Cetagandan Ale
by Daniel Reitman
Ttto: "307 Ale" by Tom Smith
Previously published in Xenofilkia #78 (Aug 01).

There's many a special drink these days for a Vor lord to imbibe
There's hot London brandy, bugbutter schnapps, and that bad old Kyril Isle Don't!
There's maple mead and District red and stuff to make you pale
But I think you'll find the worst of all is Cetagandan ale

Chorus:

Cetagandan ale, milord, Cetagandan ale
A tricky little vintage that you won't oft find for sale
Don't take your chances with a lass or you know you're bound to fail
There's nothing that you'll ever taste like Cetagandan ale

It started at Yenaro's bash one `fore the funeral day
When a couple of young ghem ladies for Vorpatril did play
They lured to a chamber for to have a little thrill
But then he learned that he would have to use a different skill
(Spoken) Bluff!

Chorus

When Ivan left the party, well he thought he'd scored a coup
But he didn't know that something had been added to the brew
So a tiny bit of him got folded much to his worst fear
Like the porter in a Scottish play had warned about the beer

Chorus

He waffled and dissembled as he turned a bashful red
Until he saw a light bulb shining just above his head
To hide his shame he came up with some Barrayaran lore
That it's a mark of worth to keep control and then some more

Chorus

There's many a special drink, milord, but watch out for this one
Who says the Cetagandan ghem don't have a sense of fun?
A cup brewed with a little bit that goes straight to your rocks
And if you don't believe me check the diplomatic docs!

Cetagandan ale, milord, Cetagandan ale
A tricky little vintage that you won't oft find for sale
Don't take your chances with a lass or you know you're bound to fail
Relationships will go to waste
You'll risk a heavy loss of face
There's nothing that you'll ever taste like Cetagandan ale!

(spoken) Ba!

Purify
by Daniel Reitman
Ttto: "Original"

I have faithful served a full twenty years
And now as it ends what have I done?
For my life I would be my lady's dog
She has brought me in; her lord I serve

Purify, purify, purify me in blood
Wash away my sins!
Purify, purify, purify!

As I pass the days `tis my night I fear
Buried in my dreams my wife I see
But my wife she was not my wife at all
I remember none save for the child

Purify, purify, purify me in blood
Wash away my sins!
Purify, purify, purify!

I have sworn to go where my lord doth bid
We have traveled far; what do I see?
For now here she is always beautiful
As she lifts the gun let me atone

Purify, purify, purify me in blood
Wash away my sins!
Purify, purify, purify!
Purify, purify, purify me in blood
Oh my daughter dear
Purify, purify, purify!
Lord, take me home

Vor
by Daniel Reitman
Ttto: "War" by Rex Fowler, Herb Ludwig, Alana McDonald, and Tom Dean (Music © 1993, Aztec Two-Step and Beacon Records Division)

The were backstreet boys in a caravan gang
Fighting in the city two our men gone astray
I don't know why it's so slow to change
Hear grenades go off and the car's in the range
Oh Drou what are we fighting for
Well it's easy to say no more madness
But it's hard to stop Vor

Glass mommy and daddy, still husband and wife
You're fighting for your job, I'm running for my life
I don't know why it's so slow to change
Just keeping Gregor hid like a mouse in a cage
Oh Drou what are we fighting for
Well it's easy to say no more madness
But it's hard to stop Vor

We got war in space, streets and hills
Hide in the caves and we've lost Bothari's pills
We got battles in the palace, assassins in a fight
We got soltoxin flying in the night
Oh Drou what are we fighting for
Well it's easy to say no more madness
But it's hard to stop Vor

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