More Bujold Filk - Part 8

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Weatherman Miles
by Pat Mathews
Ttto: "The Fox" or "The Battle of New Orleans"

Lord Miles went out on a chilly night
Prayed for the waste dump to give him light
For he'd many a league to go that night
Before he reached someone sane-o, sane-o, sane-o
Many a league to go that night
Before he reached someone sane-o

AND he ran through the permafrost,
he ran through the drainpipes,
he ran through places where a Vor lord wouldn't go.
He ran so fast that his boss couldn't catch him,
down the toxic waste dump where the three-eyed mutants glow.....

He ran till he came to his noisome den
There were the bottles, eight, nine, ten
For his supervisor was drunk again
And Miles was on his own-o, own-oh, own-o
His supervisor was drunk again
And Miles was on his own-o

He called his cousin in the town
Said "There's trouble, send Dad down"
The general is a paranoid clown
And he's going to blow up the dump-o, dump-o, dump-o
The general here is a paranoid clown
And he's gonna blow up the dump-o

The general opened the fetazine store
Sent in his soldiers, two, three, four
But the soldiers they wouldn't take no more
For fear their kids would be muties, cuties, muties
The soldiers they wouldn't take no more
For fear their kids would be muties

The general made them strip all bare
Shivering in the arctic air
Knowing they would all freeze there
Till Miles said I will join you, join you, join you
Knowing they would all freeze there
Till Miles said I will join you.

The general tried to pull his gun
But you don't murder the Regent's son
Sent him back to ImpSec, oh what fun!
And now he's Simon's headache, headache, headache
Back to ImpSec, oh what fun, and now he's Simon's headache

Simon said "You can't go free
I'll lock you up and lose the key
You've ruined my officers, one, two three
Who will you ruin nexy, boy, next, boy, next, boy
You've ruined my officers, one, two three,
Who will you ruin next, boy

Now Miles he though some time (for him!)
In a nanosecond, on a whim,
His life in the hands of ImpSec grim,
said "why can't it be you, sir, you, sir you, sir?"
His life in the hands on ImpSec grim,
said "Why can't it be you, sir?"

Now Simon's gone on a beach-bum spree
Duv is with the Vice-Royalty
And Miles is the ruler of Greg's Navee
Though he never was a law clerk, law clerk,law clerk
Miles is the ruler of Greg's Navee,
Though he never was a law clerk.

Mountains of Mourning
a Dendarii Mountain ballad collected by Patricia Mathews

There was a wife of Silvy Vale
Oh, the feral roses!
And she did weep and she did wail
There are thorns among the roses!
Her babe lay in its cradle, dead
She would not rest nor seek her bed
She vowed she'd have the slayer's head
In the thorns among the roses!

She left behind her Silvy Vale
Oh, the feral roses
And she walked over hill and dale
Through the thorns among the roses
For horse or donkey had she none
But babes she only had the one
And she would do what she'd begun
Though the thorns lay in the roses.

At last she came into the town
Oh, the feral roses
All heedless of her ragged gown
From the thorns among the roses!
She came up to Count Aral's gate
And there she sat her down to wait
Her cry for justice to relate
To the lord of all the roses.

The guards did mock, the guards did grin
Oh, the feral roses!
The guards, they would not let her in,
Oh, the thorns among the roses!
She sat her down and would not stir
Amidst the bramble and the burr
To get the justice owing her
From the lord of all the roses.

She saw a dwarf come by the gate
Oh, the feral roses!
To him her sad tale did relate
Of the thorns among the roses!
The dwarf was not Count Aral's fool
But his own son come home from school
And pitied her this tale so cruel
Of the thorns among the roses.

Her sorry tale the dwarf did heed
Oh, the feral roses!
He set her on a milk-white steed
For to ride among the roses
And with his men the dwarf did ride
With this mother by his side
Nor did any ill betide
Those who rode among the roses.

When they rode into Silvy Vale
Among the feral roses
The dwarf did ask to hear the tale
Of the thorn among the roses
Oh, ask ye not, the elders cried
Tis better that the baby died
She had the cat's mouth - in your pride
Let her rest among the roses!

The dwarf was angered at these words
Oh, the feral roses!
And called the people to be heard
And he spake among the roses.
Oh, to my men give ye a spade.
The cat's mouth it can be unmade
But nevermore this evil deed
Oh, ye thorns among the roses!

They brought her husband unto him
Oh, the feral roses
A slender lad was he, and slim
Like the thorns among the roses
Oh, I did not my daughter slay.
I heard her cry, and went away
To do the work I must that day
In the fields among the roses

Where went ye, then? The dwarf replied
Oh, the feral roses
I went to my dear brother's side
In the fields among the roses.
I did not leave the babe alone
My wife's own mother was at home
To watch the babe whilst I must roam
To the fields among the roses.

Up spake the mother's mother, high
Oh, the feral roses
I killed the babe where she did lie
As a thorn among the roses!
This task to mothers does belong
To kill a child who is born wrong
My sons and daughters lie among
All the graves beneath the roses.

Up spake the dwarf, Now, she should die
Oh, the feral roses
Beside her daughter's child to lie
Like a thorn among the roses
A crueler fate I now decree
This wretch should live, but bound, not free
Forgotten should her shade now be
When she lies among the roses.

She will be as her daughter's child
Oh, the feral roses
And answer her both meek and mild
As a thorn among the roses!
No offering for her shall burn
But lie forgotten in her turn
And as he spoke, his face was stern
As the thorns beneath the roses.

And then the dwarf lord rode away
All through the feral roses
And to his men was heard to say
As they rode among the roses
As I am dwarf, I hope and pray
The justice that I did today
Will last, and in their mem'ry stay
Until faded are the roses.

Soldier's Complaint
by Pat Mathews
Ttto: Tom Lehrer's "The Wild West is where I want to be"

Along the trail you'll find me lopin'
Where the spaces are wide open
In the mountains they call Dendar-REE!
Where the rulers are hysteric
And the customs are barbaric
Cetaganda is where I want to be!

Mid the roses and the vines
I'll watch my buddies dying'
In the toxins on Barrayaran breeze
I'll refresh my face paint daily
As I go to battle gaily
Cetaganda is where I want to be!

Leave Vorkos'gan Vashnoi's rush
Leave the fancy and the plush
Leave the snow and leave the slush
And the crowds!
I will seek the mountains' hush
Where the scenery is lush
How I long to see those mush -
room clouds!

Mid the razorgrass and thistles
I'll watch the guided missiles
While Piotr's guerillas watch me
You will see my disappearance
Soon as I can get my clearance
Cetaganda is where I want to be!

Freezerburn
by George William Herbert
Ttto: "You Learn" by Alanis Morisette
Appologies to Alanis and Lois (maybe)

I recommend getting your bones shattered on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked on a tiny moon
Swallow it whole (hyperactive little git)
It feels so good (acid burning your stomach)
wait until the dust settles

You live you learn
You love you learn
You die you learn
A little freezerburn
You lie you learn
You breed you learn

I recommend biting off more than you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold it up (into space)
You wait and see when the smoke clears

You live you learn
You love you learn
You die you learn
A little freezerburn
You lie you learn
You breed you learn

Wear it out (the way a nine-year-old would do)
Grind it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The Impsecs are coming up around the bend

You live you learn
You love you learn
You die you learn
A little freezerburn
You lie you learn
You breed you learn

You grieve you learn
You drown you learn
You scheme you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You honor you learn
You live you learn

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