I'M A STICKPICKER BASTARD (to the tune of "Born on the Fourth of July") I'm a stickpicker bastard (1) Stickpicker bastard, do or die A real live nephew of my Uncle Sven Born in sight of Dragon's Eye I got a red-haired Vingan sweetheart I'm her loyal Sart'rite guy... Stickpicker bastard went to Furthest Just to kill some Lunars I'm a stickpicker 'til I die
Another favorite (and outlawed) song is "Young Ged of the Hill." For those not familiar with the original, it's on the Pogues album "Peace & Love." Highly recommended. "Gartloney Rats," "Lorelei," also have the feel of Sartarite folksongs. "Tombstone" could easily be the story of a lost EWF soldier returning to Pavis after it's sacking by the animal nomads. And of course "London, You're A Lady" can easily be rendered as "Glamour, You're A Lady" ("You are a scarlet lady").
YOUNG GED OF THE HILL (To the tune of "Young Ned of the Hill" by the Pogues) Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And watched a wind child fly Or seen the Raven black as night Upon a windswept sky To walk the purple heather And hear the westwind cry To know that's where Prince Salinarg did die Since the Lunars came upon us To curse our lowly lives There's some of us have deemed to fight From Stormwalk mountains high Noble men with wills of iron Who are not afraid to die Who'll fight with Sartar's honor held on high [CHORUS] A curse upon you Crimson Emperor (2) You who raped our motherland You'll soon be rotting down in hell For the horrors that you've sent To Sartar's sons and daughters Whom you robbed of our birthright "To hell or Riskland" (3) May you burn in hell tonight Of one such man I'd like to speak An Orlanthi by name and deed His family dispossessed and slaughtered They put a price upon his head His name is known in song and story His deeds are legend still And murdered for blood money Was young Ged of the Hill (4) You have robbed our homes and fortunes Even drove us from the land You've tried to break our spirits But you'll never understand The love of dear old Sartar That will forge an iron will As long as there are gallant men Like Young Ged of the Hill [REPEAT CHORUS]
Here's another old favorite. Don't forget to substitute the bagpipes for the moaning synth.
NO QUARTER (basically "No Quarter" verbatim, by Led Zeppelin) Close the doors, put out the light You know they won't be home tonight Valind's snow falls hard and don't you know The winds of Orlanth are blowing cold They carry swords that're sharp and keen They'll not be heard, they'll not be seen They choose the path where no one goes They hold no quarter They ask no quarter Walking side by side with death Foul Wakboth mocks their every step The snow drives back the foot that's slow The dogs of doom are howling more But Orlanth's justice will strike true To build a dream for me and you They choose the path where no one goes They hold no quarter, they ask no quarter
And finally, a rousing patriotic hymn dating back to the EWF:
KEROFINELA THE BEAUTIFUL (To the tune of "America the Beautiful") O beautiful For spacious skies For amber waves of grain For Stormwalk mountain majesty Above the Praxan plain Kerofinela Kerofinela Orlanth (5) shed his grace on thee And crowded thy good With brotherhood From Creak to Stream to Sea
End of Glorantha Digest V3 #94
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