Songs from a goofball

[robinsiebler]

There's a cowardly Charr I've met.
Odaccai is his name.
He is a vile kitten,
Who thinks hitting girls is a game.

I tried to educate him,
I couldn't; such a shame.
It seems that only a pea,
Will fit inside his brain.

I like most Charr,
I think they're swell!
They let me hug them,
And play Jump the Tail.

If you see this cowardly kitten,
I beg you don't ignore,
But drag the vile kitten out,
And then give him what for.


The favored drink of this cowardly Charr: A BloodyPaw - Tomato juice, Lemon juice ('cuz it is yellow) and Vodka (for the courage required to strike little girls). Floating in the drink is a small piece of bacon on a skewer.)

[robinsiebler]

This song is for all the haters on the internet...

Loosely based on Gangnam Style - YouTube Video English Lyrics

Kit, kit, kit-kit, Kitten Slayer!
Kitten Slayer!

When you post mean things,
Another kitten dies!
Your hate spreadin' ways,
Make my neighbor lady cry!

You have to spread ire,
You're a burgeoning disease!
That no moderator,
Can cause to cease!

Hey, Kitten Slayer!
Karma will catch you,
Sooner or later!

You're the kind of guy,
That hates a new thought!
If someone disagrees,
You would have them all shot!

I'm the kind of girl,
Who likes to forgive.
There are so many ideas,
Let them all live!

Kit, kit, kit-kit, Kitten Slayer!
Kitten Slayer!

Hey, Kitten Slayer!
Karma will catch you,
Sooner or later!

[robinsiebler]

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper - YouTube Video

In the Busted Flagon, it's a busy night.
I prepare to sing, but a Charr starts a fight!
Will I be shot again, is that my plight?

Girls just wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have fun

Now I'm outside, an Asura looks at me.
'You are broken!', he exclaims with glee.
He points a gun and then I start to flee!

Girls just wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have fun

A so-called friend tried to kiss my ear,
And grab my waist and then pinch my rear.
Why do bad things always happen to me?

Girls just wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have fun

Don't shoot me, stab me or make me run; girls just wanna have fun!

[robinsiebler]

Fantasy - Aldo Nova - YouTube Video

City nights, walk by a bar where Charr like to fight.
Nobles are uptight; they want to wage war, alright?
See the girls as they walk the dark streets,
They'll sell their souls to make ends meet.
In the sun's heat, all alone as they cry themselves to sleep.

'Life is a chore', I hear this from the rich and the poor.
'Give me more!', they don't care to see what life has in store.
They want everything, they want it today.
No lessons to learn, no price to pay.
They're full of misery; and to blame? Stupidity!

Such abject misery, is not my reality; it's just a fantasy.

Can't you see how their gods destroy all that they see?
Life is just a fantasy; can you live this fantasy life?
Life is just a fantasy; can you make this fantasy bright?

So forget all that you see, it's not reality; it's just a fantasy.

Can't you see, your choices control what you will see?
Life is just a fantasy; can you live this fantasy life?
Life is just a fantasy; can you make this fantasy bright?

[robinsiebler]

Her eyes are hidden, her garb is black.
My Goddess is followed by a pack.
Her stride is firm, her voice commands.
She slays her foes by waving her hand.

Her face is hooded, so none may see.
She chooses to disguise her divinity.
Her gaze is stern, to all she sees.
And yet she smiles down on me.

Who am I to be so blessed?
Her presence is a warm caress.
If you wish me harm, then you'd best run.
For surely I am loved by that One.

I spread her name, to all I meet.
I sing her praises in the street.
If you see her glower, please step aside.
Lest your loved ones keen by your graveside.

[robinsiebler]

What is Love?

What is love?
Many would guess.
'Tis not merely a thought,
Or a tender caress.

Love is a feeling,
From deep inside,
The depths of your soul,
Is where it abides.

To share this rare gift,
With another is hard.
When many express it,
With a Hallmark card.

Let your love glow!
Handle with care!
But give it to another,
Who returns it with flair.

True Love

True love is thing that is hard to find.
At times it seems hard to know one's own mind.
How can you be certain
When you hold each other
That years down the road,
You won't seek another?

Hope is a thing one must hold in their heart.
For hope and faith are required to start.
But even these things are not enough,
For trust is needed when times do grow tough.

True love with last for a long span of years,
If both work hard to conquer their fears.
Try hard not to be petty, spiteful or small,
For in time a slingshot, can bring down a wall.

Honor your love, honor your heart,
And your love in the end will be as strong as at the start.
True love is not easy, as with so many things.
But the hard work required enhances the joy that it brings.

Life

You open your eyes, to the feeling of pain.
And spend the rest of your life, seeking comfort again.
A kiss from a lover, a smile from your wife.
These can bring joy to the stresses of life.

Life is a journey, or so people say.
But heartache and trouble will stand in your way.
Life is full of sorrow, there is an excess of pain.
Yet when the clouds have parted, the sun shines again.

Life is scattered with joy, but not for the meek.
It is there for you to find, if you have the courage to seek.
So cherished your loved ones, as long as you can.
Look to your fellow and lend them a hand.
Seek out the joy, one piece at a time;
Share it with all on the road that does wind.

Rainbow

Search my person and you'll find a letter,
From my doctor saying I am better.
Search my heart and you will find,
Lots of scars, but I don't mind.
Search my brain, the same scars are there.
But I'm better now; I've learned to care.

Every x-ray shows the broken bones,
That I was given when I was home.
Broken hopes, shattered dreams.
The smile on my face not what it seems.
Years of depression, years of hurt.
The daily struggle to find my true worth.
Days of sorrow, days of pain.
Will I ever be whole again?

Now I smile, now I sing.
Now I can see the joy in things.
What is a smile, without a tear?
Without a loss, what can you hold dear?
Don't fear sorrow, don't skirt pain.
There can be no rainbow without the rain.

Despair

How much can I take?
How much can I take?

Yeah, I just fell real far,
My whole life is dark.
All I really want is the end.

I just lost my love,
My one and only love.
Now I could really use a friend.

Yeah, ignore the scars,
I didn't go too far.
I don't think my life will end.

But I am on my knees,
Won't you help me please?
I could really use a friend.

Life is so sublime,
Just not mine.
Cast out like dregs of wine.

Can you help me please,
And make me see.
The reason to move on.

I can't fight no more,
I am battered and torn.
My joy in life is gone.

I need some help,
To save myself.
Will you be the one?

I am sinking fast,
I just can't last.
A final breath and I'm gone.

If you dive real deep,
And stop my final sleep.
Then my life might go on.

What will it take?
What will it take?

Courage

I am alone, at least inside.
Nothing but pain, which I try to hide.
Where is my lover? Not by my side.
In a watery grave he does abide.

Life goes on, at least for me.
With pain, tears and misery.
I must move on, leave this behind me.
So that I might, at last, be free.

I must swap darkness for the light.
I must seek day and leave the night.
I must not look back, only straight.
I must find joy within my fate.

What will I find to bring the light?
Will another hold me tight?
Or will I just learn to be 'alright'?
And long for more on sleepless nights?

None may know what the future holds.
Neither the meek nor the bold.
I must simply forge ahead.
And try my best 'til I am dead.

Roses

Roses are red, so is blood and wine. Love is far sweeter than the fruit from a vine.
Roses are fleeting and soon fade away. It is a poor love that lasts but a day.
Roses are given, from true love they say, but in the end they just want a lay.
Roses have petals that are easily spread, but you will not get me so cheaply in bed.

Roses are meant as a symbol you see, but more must be given, if you will have me.
Roses mean love, the florists proclaim. But to them love and money are one and the same.
Roses mean hope and comfort in grief. These are both true, but not what I seek.
Roses are soft and so is my skin. But my heart is the place that you should begin.

Roses are red, we are back to the start. Along with the blood, there is love in my heart.
Roses are a symbol, but love is real. Love and loved are what I wish to feel.
Roses you give me, but what do you seek? Will you still want me at the end of the week?
Roses you give me, but I want much more. Love is a journey that two should explore.

[robinsiebler]

A song Syn wrote after a suicide attempt:

I sit alone with a sharp dagger pressed against my vein.
In my head I am screaming over and over again.
My voice can't drown out the feelings of hurt and shame.
Will I ever feel anything but this darkness and pain?

Someone help me please,
Can someone gather the broken parts of me?
Will you help me please?

I walk down the streets, a happy smile painted on my face.
There can be no tears; nothing must appear out of place.
I must swallow my pain; I must hide my secret disgrace.
I feel empty inside, can anything fill this dark space?

Someone help me please,
Can someone gather the broken parts of me?
Will you help me please?
Can anyone save me?

[robinsiebler]

I give to you my heart, broken as it may be.
All I ask in return is that you cherish me.
Inside I am full of hope, love, doubt and pain.
Like a rainbow that is glimpsed through the fog and rain.

I look to you, my shining knight, a man both kind and true.
For I belong by your side and I would marry you.
When I gaze into your eyes, my future does seem bright.
As I look forward to all the days and all the lovely nights.

Today is a special day, made for you and I.
Always will I remember it, as the years go by.
When I look to my side, I hope that you'll be there.
As I hope to be at yours to show how much I care.

[robinsiebler]

Poor old Dulcia Poma,
Her life is full of trauma.
Raped by her father,
Who had murdered her mother.

Poor old Aelfred Caradoc,
Lost the only family he's got.
Don't feel bad; he gained a sister.
Who used to be him; what a plot twister!

They met in a quiet spot,
He listened to her when she talked.
She was stunned to realize,
He recalled the drink that she prized.

They hit it off there and then,
And soon they would meet again.
Their paths seemed intertwined,
All due to a glass of wine.

In due course, he asked for her hand,
She had to refuse; he was a man.
Tears were shed, but the bond did hold.
It's strength doubled, I am told.

Trouble she found, but help she was given.
Soon she learned the will for livin'.
She worked hard, she had a plan,
To regain her goddess; to trust a man.

A second time, he asked her to wed,
This time she smiled and nodded her head.
The couple is happy, their future is bright.
And that's all I'll tell you on this night.

[robinsiebler]

Syn wrote this song after learning of the death of her intended, Lord Aelfred Caradoc, Knight of Truth, House Ascendant.

Tears of metal slice down my cheeks.
The bloody trails offer no relief.
My love has been dead less than a week.
How can I live with such grief?

My heart can scarcely contain the pain,
Caused by the news with which his sister came.
A dagger in my chest would have been sweeter,
Than the tears she brought when I did greet her.

He left me his vineyard, he left me his house.
The gods of the sea stole my spouse.
They took my heart and broke it in twain.
Will it ever be whole again?