Aengen Concert, 1/27/2001, Daerlynn’s Concert Series, Arthe Hollow Inn
As transcribed by Mykk Dalys
It has
been 364 years, 25 days since the Victory of Lanival the Redeemer.
It is
the 1st month of Akroeg the Ram in the year of the Silver Unicorn.
It is currently winter and it is dawn.
The night winter sky is a crisp, clear, starry black.
[Arthe
Hollow Inn, Common Room]
The room is filled with long, low tables and stools, where several people sit eating hearty bowls of Arthe Hollow's popular lamb stew. A large stone fireplace dominates one wall. Daisy Burdock, the inn's cook and waitress, crosses the room carrying a precarious arrangement of bowls and plates. She stops briefly to tease and joke with a regular customer. A sign is posted prominently next to the archway. You also see a wooden menuboard, a polished wooden bar, some wooden stairs, and an open doorway.
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Aengen Paranien of Elanthia, an Elf
Journeyman Ailill Dreaghnean of Elanthia,
a Human Bard
Huntress Amabella Moonmad of Elanthia,
an Elothean Ranger
Commander Argot Dominai of Elanthia, a
Gor'Tog Barbarian
Ashreen
(sorry, no further info available)
Belulhe Baringsford, an Elven Cleric
Blackrune Aki'zekh, a Rakash Paladin
Bubbinster Bladebender of Elanthia, a
Dwarf
Daerlynn Soulmyste of Elanthia, a Human
Bard
Mercenary Easem Grinnidat, a Gor'Tog
Barbarian
Enchantria LakeDreams, a S'Kra Mur
Tale Singer Espritia Melodics, a Human
Bard
Hunter Eupholus Bennetti of Elanthia, a
Dwarf
Minstrel Gerint Idon's-Heron, a Human
Glaerith Daell of Elanthia, a Halfling
Moon Mage
Heston Falconsong, an Elothean
Sentinel Ingwe Eregion of Elanthia, an
Elven Paladin
Taleweaver Jaebom Clivin, a S'Kra Mur Bard
Jaqueni Onofrio of Elanthia, a Human
Madrigal Jenkz Monttoya of Elanthia, an Elf
Journeywoman Keeyanna Fleurent, a
Dwarven Bard
Minstrel Lemack Grenezeal of Elanthia, a
S'Kra Mur Bard
Lisca Theyd, an Elven Moon Mage
Battle Empath Melindrha Quinnell of
Elanthia, a Halfling Empath
Mykk Dalys of Elanthia, a Halfling
Razzleberrie Dalure of Elanthia, a
Halfling
Serennade Nightharmony of Elanthia, a
Human
Monk Shantavi Leshath, a Prydaen
Thessala Ne'Seleness, an Elothean Moon
Mage
Travail Keehosh, an Elothean Warrior Mage
Madrigal Xaphira Vonara, an Elothean Bard
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SET LIST
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"Idon was walking brisk and
fair"
"Most bards will sing love songs"
Encore:
Daerlynn
says, "I wanted to thank you all for coming..."
Daerlynn
exclaims, "As you may or may not know... this is our fourth
concert!!!"
Daerlynn
exclaims, "And we have bards already lined up for the next two as
well!!!"
Daerlynn
beams!
Daerlynn
says, "So ... keeping in line with the three wonderful Bards we have had
so far.. Dreamheart, Dewsong.. and Lethargy..."
Daerlynn
says, "I would love to introduce a beautiful Bard that I know I have
always loved to hear sing... and wished I would hear more often.... "
Daerlynn
yells, "Aengen!!"
Aengen
says, "thank you! I am so proud to have been invited by Daerlynn to play
for you all."
Aengen
says, "well, then let me begin"
Aengen
opens her medium velvet case.
Aengen
gets a slightly worn ash mandolin resurfaced with a cherrywood inlay from
inside her medium velvet case.
Aengen
gets a cotton rag from inside her medium velvet case.
Aengen puts
her rag in her medium velvet case.
Aengen
chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I call you in, and call you in
And call you in by three.
Music is the magic here
That binds you all to me."
Aengen
chants in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So sit you down and lend an ear
And raise a drink with me.
We'll spend a few anlaen here
In tuneful insobriety."
(Aengen
grins and bows with a flourish to you all.)
Aengen
asks, "Okay, then let me begin and see where we end up, shall I?"
Aengen
gazes about the room appreciatively, admiring the flash and gleam as the
assembled crowd glitters in the candlelight. "You're a rare, fine,
handsome group" she announces, "and it's a pleasure and a privilege
to be singing for you in this admirable establishment."
Aengen
tunes her mandolin absently as she continues, saying "I think I'll start
off with a song that was written at the request of a bride. She wanted some
songs of Bardic Love at her wedding, and wanted them so determinedly that she
held a contest and challenged any bards who wished to have their say."
Aengen
wryly asks, "It's not often I get an actual invitation to sing out, so how
was I to resist such a chance?"
Aengen
flattens her palm over the strings of her instrument, glancing up with a smile
as she announces "Now, bards being famed as we are as lovers of many things
- men, women, song, drink, knowledge, travel - the list is near endless - this
gave me some difficulty! So I beg you all - give me your ears for as long or
short a time as you wish, and I will try to return the favour by entertaining
you if I possibly can."
Aengen
exclaims, "This song is called "Bardic Heart", and was written
by your humble servant. Oh - and if any of you care to sing along, I'd never
object at all!"
Aengen
settles her mandolin casually and launches into a lively tune, fingers dancing
across the strings.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I'm a tavernkeeper's daughter, at
the crossroads I was bred -
Words and music filled my ears right from
the start.
Wherever voices sang, well, that's the
place where I was led -
My mother said I had a Bardic
Heart."
Jaebom's
tenor, Daerlynn's alto and Isembard's tenor join with Aengen's mezzo-soprano as
she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loving bard -
My love endures, my heart is wide.
I'll keep my love within my heart....
With room for countless more
beside!"
Aengen
scans the room as she plays, her foot tapping briskly in time to the music. As
her eye lights on you, she lowers her lashes and flashes you a shamelessly
flirtatious glance before launching into her next verse.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh, my tavernkeeper mother has a
soft spot for a bard,
She's a woman loves the fiddle and the
drum.
Singers, players, gypsy rovers with a
wink get past her guard
And from all the world's four quarters
they have come."
Aengen
whirls about, her fingers drumming a rapid soft tattoo from her mandolin before
returning to coax a ripple of notes from the strings.
A chorus
of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loyal bard
And I will love you all my days.
My every love like gold I hoard
And yet I still will go my ways."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Thus it was I grew with music and
the restless come and go
Of the makers of that music as they
passed.
And I learned that bards are rovers, and
the open road our home
And that if we think to settle, it won't
last."
Aengen
winks at you.
Aengen
dances in a widening circle, feet flashing and stamping as she plays.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loyal bard,
To all my loves forever bound.
I love them all, the dark, the fair -
I simply cannot stick around!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And we'll always travel lightly, and
our eyes will boldly meet -
We are Idon's sons and daughters, after
all.
Murrula gives us voices but the dark
youth gives us heat.
A Bardic Heart can warm you most of
all."
Aengen
glances up, her eyes meeting yours as she smiles slowly, holding your gaze for
a long moment before spinning away in her dance, the music for a moment wilder
and sweeter as she turns.
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loyal bard
And if my eye on you should fall
I swear I'll love you faithfully
Though I will not stay long at all.
"
Aengen
smiles teasingly, the bright notes of the melody she plays hanging like
laughter in the air.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now my heart contains my music and
the memories of each place
That my roving days and nights have
brought me to,
And each remembered place contains the
well remembered face
Of a love to whom I always will be
true."
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"Oh, I'm a true and loyal bard
My heart is deep, my heart is wide.
My heart's a mansion and will hold
All the loves that I can abide."
Aengen
whirls in a tight circle in the centre of the floor before coming to a dead halt
with a stamp of her feet, only the wide folds of her skirt still awaying as she
stands, and only the faint echo of her music hanging in the air.
Aengen
smiles and curtsies deeply, holding her mandolin out to one side as if
presenting her partner to the audience.
Aengen
says, "and that's at least part of what a bard is - just ask us."
Aengen
asks, "Well now....having warned you, what shall I sing to you next?"
Aengen
ponders.
Aengen
says, "You know, this is a very pleasant Inn, and it minds me of another I
know.....and a strange night I had there once. "
Aengen
asks, "I'll sing you of that, shall I?"
Aengen
exclaims, "okay, okay - then here is the song of another winter's
night!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I was singing in the tavern
One cold and windy night
When in there came a stranger
To the warmth and noise and light."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He had the strangest, strangest eyes
that I had ever seen.
All black as is the darkest night
But with a silver sheen."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"A shadow fell as he came in
And voices all did fail.
The firelight seemed to falter
As the flames sank and grew pale."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He gazed about the silent room,
His face as calm as sleep,
And all who met his dreaming eyes
Fell still, and seemed to weep."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""Play for us, Bard" he did
command
And indicated me
And to my horror my hands played
All independently."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"A darker music never heard
Than what I played for him,
And all who heard could say no word
But listened, faces grim."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And all night long I played his song
And not a soul could speak.
The stranger sat before the fire
And held us 'til daybreak."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"At last the sun began to rise
And dawnlight crept inside.
The stranger rose without a word
And vanished with the night."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"We rubbed our eyes and glanced about
And met each others' stare
and looked away and gazed around
As if he'd not been there."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"But ever since that visitor
Took his rest by that hearth
The tavernkeeper's kegs are full
With ale of noble worth."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And I have seen my mandolin
Act strangely in the night
For when I play at end of day
The strings shine like starlight."
Aengen sings
in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So though I would not name a name
I have my theories.
I sing and play, and praise the day
And savour the night breeze."
Aengen
gazes at her mandolin.
Aengen
casually observes the area.
Aengen
says, "and it's the truth. I swear."
Aengen
nods.
Aengen
says, "oh, I like you. Please, have more drinks and settle in."
Aengen
asks, "hm.....now, I have one or two winter songs, a couple of melancholy
ones - some fluffy lightweight ones. How about we call it a Bardic Salad
tonight?"
Aengen
says, "I'll sing you a song of a Lady in Riverhaven, shall I? A fine lady
she was, and clever and bold."
Aengen exclaims,
"okay, the Haven Lady!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"There was a fine, fair lady did live
in Haven town
And suitors came in crowds and droves her
favour for to win.
But she was fine and free and proud and
laughed them all to scorn
And all she said was "Go your ways,
for none will enter in!""
Aengen
says, "and the lady said:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O none of you will please me
O none of you will do.
So go your ways, you arrant knaves,
For none of you will do."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"They cluttered up the market, they
blocked the alleys too,
And overflowed into the road and loitered
in the lanes.
They preened and quarrelled and strutted,
and tossed the dice all day
And boasted of their tailors and invented
new card games."
Aengen
says, "And the lady said:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O none of you will please me
O none of you will do.
So go your ways, you arrant knaves.
For none of you will do."
Aengen
sticks her nose up in the air haughtily.
Aengen
winks at Gerint.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The city fathers were distraught,
and begged the lady choose -
"Take any one" the old men
cried, "just so the rest will go!
They're cluttering the market and they're
clogging up the lanes...
Please sacrifice yourself!" they
cried, but the lady answered "No"."
Aengen
says, "And the lady - most emphatically - said:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O,
*none* of them will please me!
O, *none* of
them will do!
So go your ways, you ancient knaves,
For none of them will do!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The city fathers wept and wailed and
beat upon their breasts
And made loud noises, frequently, about
urban decay.
When they started talking treason, their
wives all took a stand
In voices firm to indicate the lady had a
say."
Aengen
says, "And all the wives thunderously asserted:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O none of them will please her,
O none of them will do.
So go your ways, you all are knaves
And none of them will do."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Oh the city fathers grumbled and the
suitors carried on
And you'd think the world was ending for
the noises of them all!
And as they whined and whimpered and they
grumbled in the street
That fine and fair brave lady did elope
over her wall."
Aengen
says, "And she sang as she climbed aboard the ferry:"
A
chorus of voices join with Aengen's leading mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"O none of you could please me,
O none of you could do!
For I've a love already who's
Worth every one of you!"
Aengen
says, "And as the ferry pulled out of sight, the last that fine fair lady
heard of her unlamented suitors was the sound of their yelping, as the wives of
the city fathers grabbed their brooms and swept their city clean with a will
and a whacking."
Aengen
says, "you are all most kind and gracious."
Aengen
smiles about the room in pleasure.
Aengen
says, "Now then....a winter song. "
Aengen
says, "You folk are just having too much fun - we need something to quiet
you down for a brief moment."
Aengen
says, "it's an old tale - not all that common, but I know it from my
girlhood."
Aengen
smiles.
Aengen
says, "I'll sing you of Murrula and the Yearking - it's almost the right
time of year, anyway."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"On the longest night of bleak winter
When the air is like iron in the mouth
The Yearking sits ancient and dying
And dreams in the dark of his
youth."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Murrula comes down off the mountain
Through the cold night and the snow
And every place where her foot steps
light
A patch of spring grass grows."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The Yearking sits dreaming in shadow
In his arid and crumbling hall,
Eyes turned within to old visions
As he waits for a last dark to fall.
"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"To his gate comes fire-bright
Murrula -
The doors all swing back at her hand.
Through the empty keep she approaches
And flames leap at her command."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Murrula comes near to the Yearking,
Kisses him tender and sweet.
Murrula's kiss is the breath of fire,
Murrula's touch is heat."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The old king cries out as she finds
him
And flames rise around him like wings.
He burns in the heart of her fire, and
his youth
Is reborn as Murrula sings."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The Yearking flies up like the
phoenix
As winter gives way to the spring
And he and Murrula are fire and flame
Dancing life back into everything."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And they are old friends and lovers
And each year the mystery's the same.
She burns away the cold of dark death
And they bring the spring back
again."
Aengen
asks, "You didn't think Hodierna could bring in the spring ALL by herself,
did you now?"
Aengen
winks.
Aengen
bows.
Aengen
says, "Well now - having sung of Murrula, I must sing of Idon"
Aengen
says, "he's a jealous lad, and I must keep him pleased with me."
Aengen
smiles at you, her gaze travelling around the room slowly.
Aengen
quietly says, "I have a song to sing of the Lord Idon, and of a certain
time that all did not go...quite...as he expected. I hope you enjoy it."
Aengen
coaxes a lively tune from her old mandolin.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Idon was walking brisk and fair
With broken hearts to bind his black
hair.
Bored and idle,looking for fun,
he cast around for another one."
Aengen
dryly says, ""And I'm sure you all know what HE'S like.""
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"A pretty blonde maid went walking
by,
Nose in the air and a spark in her eye.
Idon glanced once and then he winked
twice
But she tossed her head as cool as
ice."
Aengen
shakes her head, saying "Well! you can imagine Idon's response to a
challenge like that!"
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Idon blinked once in disbelief
And followed her close as a stalking
thief.
She laughed at him and danced away,
Swinging her skirt like a child at
play."
Aengen
smiles to herself, plucking the notes of a wild and giddy dance tune from her
mandolin.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Idon was trapped in the blur of her
dance -
Struck dumb as a stone in enchanted trance.
Fight as he would, still caught at her
whim,
Kerenhappuch had bridled him."
Aengen
glances about the room, her gaze lingering on the fine men present
appreciatively. Her eye catches yours and she winks at you teasingly before
launching in to the last verse.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"So all you fine men who make so free
Remember my song and listen to me.
Rove wild as you like, and break hearts
all over -
Somewhere, someone will return the
favour!"
Aengen
song ends in a flurry of skirts and a flash of ankle as she bows with mocking
grace, rising laughingly.
Aengen
says, "One of the things people ask for quite often is a love song - it's
a mystery to me, but wedding guests seem to like them, you know? Anyway, I'm an
obliging bard and try to keep the audience happy, so I do my best to write love
songs for them. The trouble is, I am terrible at it. They tend to take a bit of
a wrong turn every time."
Aengen
ponders briefly.
Aengen
says, "This doesn't mean that, having sweated and laboured and muttered
and cursed until I finally managed to churn one out that you won't have to
listen to it tonight, however. So......here's a nice, light, happy love song
for you all to - I hope - enjoy, at least a little."
(Aengen
picks a lively, bright melody from her mandolin, the notes skittering through
the air in a giddy shower.)
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Sing me a love song, the lady
entreated,
And make it be happy and end with a
smile.
And so I reflected and rummaged in mem'ry
And this is the tale that I then sang for
her."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"There was a brave maiden did go out
a-hunting
A-hunting she went with her bow and her
spear.
She frighted the cougars all out of the
forest
And out of the meadows she started the
deer."
Aengen sings
in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And as she was stalking most lithe
and delightful,
Stalking through forest and stalking
through stream
She came on a young man all handsome and
charming
Who gazed in amazement and swore her a
dream."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"She laughed at his folly and tried
to pass by him.
He reached out a hand and did beg her to
stay.
She fair looked him over and found him so
pretty
That she stowed her weapons and lingered
to play."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"He held her so closely and touched
her so sweetly
That she had no thought for the hunting
at all.
So down went their weapons, and down went
their armour
And down on the ground did the both of
them fall."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The green grass grew lush and the
green grass grew high
So no sight nor sound of these two could
be seen.
And they played in the grass and the time
it did pass
And no one could tell where these lovers
had been."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The cougars returned and heard
whispering sighs,
The deer in the meadows heard soft little
sounds.
But spears all were grounded and arrows
stowed safely
And there was no danger that day on those
grounds."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Now what may have come of that brave
hunter maid
Or to the fine lad who enticed her eyes
so
I never did hear to be certain of telling
But for one day at least I think love ruled them both."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"And all this is meant to just give
you a moral.
Oh, love may be passing or love may last
long.
However it comes, be it pleasing or
tragic
You can bet there's a bard who will make
it a song."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"However it comes, be it pleasing or
tragic
Be it noble or comic or innocent-sweet
A bard will determine to capture it's
magic
And sing with no mercy howe'er you
entreat!"
(Aengen
strikes a pose and looks extremely smug.)
Aengen
says, "Okay, my next one is a tale from a long time ago. I hope you enjoy
it."
Aengen
quietly says, "My people are of the Sand Elves, as you may guess by
looking at me - though it has been long since they left the deserts, and I
myself only know those sands in dreams and tales. "
Aengen
strokes a soft hiss from her bodhran, like the drift of sand in a light wind.
Aengen
smiles and glances around the room.
Aengen
says, "This is one of those stories - my great-grandmother told it to me,
so it must be the truth, you will all agree."
Aengen
grins and rattles a sharp tattoo on her drum to recall your attention.
Aengen
says, "This is called "The Visitors"."
Aengen
recites:
"Long and long ago, the story says
There was a traveller of the desert ways
-
Kiloren was his name.
If any then alive knew the sand's secrets
It was he."
Aengen
recites:
"On a night dark and clear as
shadowed glass
In dreams he heard the beat of wings go
past.
He rose up from his sleep,
Stepped to the tent flap, opened and drew
it back
To see."
Aengen
coaxes a low muttering rumble from her bodhran, like distant summer thunder.
Aengen
says, "This is what Kiloren ever after said....."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I saw two silent travellers, tall
and bright -
One cloaked in utter darkness like the
night,
The other grey and shining as star
light."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"I bowed to them, and bid them
welcome be,
Lifted the tent flap, let them enter
free.
They exchanged glances, stepped in
silently."
Aengen
glances around the room, catching your eyes with her gaze as her fingers tap
out a strange, halting beat.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
""Be welcome, strangers. Stay
and rest", I said.
As is our custom, offered fruit and bread
Water and wine, such comfort as I
had."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"From the dark figure's hood flashed
darker eyes
That struck me silent, sharper than
thrown knives.
Fear took me by the throat and bid me
die."
Aengen
rattles the tipper threateningly, an ominous, low rythm shuddering through the
room.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Dergati's eyes will make a man run
mad
From beauty, and from horror, it is said.
I know her glance stole all the heart I
had."
Aengen
gaze is focused somewhere distant and dark, fascinated and repelled.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"The grey-clad figure laughed and
sighed in jest,
Said "Sister, you should be a better
guest -
No need to leave our host so sore
oppressed.""
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Petulant Dergati sulked and swept
outside
As laughing Phelim leaned, and bid me
rise
And gave me back all I'd lost to her
fierce eyes."
Aengen
laughs, glancing about at you and beating a playful rattling rythm from the
drum, her foot tapping irresistably in time.
Aengen
recites:
"Kiloren would have thought it all a
dream -
When he arose next morning, so it seemed!
Until he stepped outside...
A fountain played, clear as Dergati's
dark eyes -
Phelim's gift."
Aengen
says, "And so my great-grandmother swore to me - and Phelim's fountain may
play in the heart of the desert to this day, for all I know."
Aengen
bows, solemn-faced, with a smile lurking in her eyes as she draws her cloak
about her and withdraws.
Aengen
exclaims, "and it's all true, too - would I lie to such a fine group?
Never....nor would my grandmother!"
Aengen
boosts herself up to perch on the bar, crossing her legs in a flurry of skirts
and making sure you catch a glimpse of her ankles as she does so. She settles
her mandolin, stroking the strings lightly as she grins at you.
Aengen
teasingly says, "Now then - you know I told you I can't write love songs.
I try, Murrula knows I do try....but they just don't cooperate. This next one,
for instance - it was supposed to be so....ehrm......different from how it
turned out."
Aengen
asks, "Still, let's give it a try and see what you all think.....maybe
some of you will agree with the philosophy, hm?"
Aengen
flashes you all a cheerful wink as she launches into her next song.
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"Most bards will sing love songs, and
I'm no exception.
If you ask me, I'll sing one as blithe as
a bird.
I'll play a sweet song and ignore the
deception
But I know love is false by the stories
I've heard."
Keeyanna's
alto, Daerlynn's alto, Espritia's alto and Isembard's tenor join with Aengen's
mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"So give me your silver, give me your
gold
And I'll sing of love that will never
grow cold.
Give me a drink of the velvet red wine
And I'm sure I can sing of a love for all
time."
Aengen
sings in a mezzo-soprano voice:
"When I was quite young I believed
every story
Of love everlasting and ladies like
doves,
Of heroes who fought for their bright
ladies' glory -
But I've learned since then nothing's
briefer than love."
Aengen
glances sorrowfully in to the depths of her tragically empty goblet.
Aengen
teasingly says, "Unless it should be the time between pouring the wine and
finishing it. "
Keeyanna's
alto, Daerlynn's alto, Espritia's alto and Isembard's tenor join with Aengen's
mezzo-soprano as she sings:
"So give me your silver, give me your
gold
And I'll sing of love that will never
grow cold.
Give me a drink of the brandy so rare
And I know I can sing of a love past
compare."