Why I listen to Filk Radio

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And I need to write them a thankful letter to this effect.

I'm having a bad day so far, though hopefully it'll get better. (An aside: odanu, filkerdave, and valkrywench, thank you, very much. I have your advice saved, and it does help a lot; I just deleted the entry because I didn't really need to have two entries about today. tigerbright,it's OK. It's a day. *great big hug* ) Listening to filk radio has helped a lot, though, not least to the song below the cut; that poor lad had much bigger problems than I ever will. And the grand Fish tune doesn't hurt.



From Rewards and Fairies
Song of the Men’s Side
(Neolithic)
Rudyard Kipling

ONCE we feared The Beast—when he followed us we ran,
Ran very fast though we knew
It was not right that The Beast should master Man;
But what could we Flint-workers do?
The Beast only grinned at our spears round his ears—
Grinned at the hammers that we made;
But now we will hunt him for the life with the Knife—
And this is the Buyer of the Blade!
Room for his shadow on the grass—let it pass
To left and right—stand clear!
This is the Buyer of the Blade—be afraid!
This is the great god Tyr!

Tyr thought hard till he hammered out a plan,
For he knew it was not right
(And it is not right) that The Beast should master Man;
So he went to the Children of the Night.
He begged a Magic Knife of their make for our sake.
When he begged for the Knife they said:
“The price of the Knife you would buy is an eye!”
And that was the price he paid.

Tell it to the Barrows of the Dead—run ahead!
Shout it so the Women’s Side can hear!
This is the Buyer of the Blade—be afraid!
This is the great god Tyr!

Our women and our little ones may walk on the Chalk,
As far as we can see them and beyond.
We shall not be anxious for our sheep when we keep
Tally at the shearing-pond.
We can eat with both our elbows on our knees, if we please,
We can sleep after meals in the sun,
For Shepherd of the Twilight is dismayed at the Blade,
Feet-in-the-Night have run!
Dog-without-a-Master goes away (Hai, Tyr, aie!),
Devil-in-the-Dusk has run!

Then:
Room for his shadow on the grass—let it pass!
To left and right—stand clear!.
This is the Buyer of the Blade—be afraid!
This is the great god Tyr!

Comments

[cyan-blue.livejournal.com]

Hugs...

[anisoptera.livejournal.com]

Here are some more hugs and a couple things that I hope will cheer you up should arrive in the next couple of days.

I think I forgot to tell how absolutely delicious the fruit cake was. We both *loved* it.

[juliansinger.livejournal.com]

Quiet mrp. I hug?

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

*huggles in return*

Annoyingly enough, especially since you're one of the reasons I did one at all, your Winter Holiday Card bounced.