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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Samwise Gamgee

by Marc Gunn, May 30, 2007

I'm not sure where my fascination with Samwise Gamgee of Lord of the Rings came from, but he is one of my favorite song subjects. He is a good-hearted loyal friend to Frodo. Without him, Frodo would never have succeeded. I recorded this song for my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.

I never guessed the kind of trouble that was waiting for me
When Old Bilbo took me in
He was an odd kind a hobbit, but I didn't care
He was family and my friend
But on our birthday
He gave me his ring
And then Gandalf got all sour
He told Samwise to aid me
In the destruction of the Ring of Power

Oh Samwise Gamgee was my best of friends
As loyal as a friend can be
He did so much more than gardening
He listened and took care of me.
And on Weathertop
When I was stabbed
By the Ring Wraith, I was frail
Sam was there by my side
Every moment in Rivendale

Somewhere in the dark shadows of Mount Doom
I guess I must have lost my mind
But Sam was there to carry me
Only friend's are so blind
Without him I fear
The Dark Lord would prevail
And Middle-Earth would fall
I'm thankful, Samwise. Cuz you taught me
A real friend will help when you need crawl.

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How Do You Tell a Woman You're in Love with Her?

by Marc Gunn

I wrote this song in September, 2007. It began with a riff on the autoharp. It was raining outside, so I just singing some random lyrics into my digital recorder. Then I refined the story, re-recorded it with instrumentation and loved the danceable fun feel of the song. I added it to my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.

Out of the rain, I came a-wandering
Out of the rain, I swayed.
I was wet. I was filled with sorrow
From the love that I left in the glade.

She said to me, "Sweep me away and marry me."
Thought to myself, "I will."
But when I came a-knocking on her front door.
She said, "I'm in love still."

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How do you tell a woman you're in love with her
When she's in love with a different man?
How do you listen when she touts her loneliness
And won't accept your hand.

My mouth was dry as I listened to her story.
And we strolled through the hillside gate.
She said her love was in love with another girl.
And my angel would wait.

I tried to tell her, "Why wait for another man
When I'm in love with you?
Take my hand and I will marry you,
She sent me from her view.

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Pig's Song

by traditional

I love this song! I remember when I was younger, my dad would sing this to me. I think he'd heard the Smother's Brothers perform it, and my dad loves to perform. I think he took extreme delight in singing the woman's part, and I do too. It's on my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.

It was early last September
As near as I can remember
While strolling down a lane in tipsy pride
Not a word did I utter
As I lay down in the gutter
When this pig came up and lay there by my side

Not a soul was I disturbing
As I lay there by the curbing
When this high toned lady come
And I heard her say
You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses

So the pig got up and slowly walked away

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If I Were a Horse

by Marc Gunn, early 90s

I wrote this song in college. It wasn't supposed to be any grand masterpiece, just a stupid, catchy song. For some strange reason, I added it to my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.

If I were a horse and you were a mule,
My heart would break all the same.
I'd cry on your tail. All the while would I wail
And refuse to eat my grain.

Oh, listen to this sad story.
Take head to the message I don't purvey.
Cuz it'll make you feel blue, and I'll cry boo hoo.
And I'll have to blow snot on my sleeve.

If I were pig and you were a hog,
Would that make us compatible or insane.
We'd roll in the mud, and we'd hug, and we'd hug.
And we'd play all day in the rain.

If I were a cat, and you were a dog,
Would you love me or tear me in two.
Bite off my tail, rip the whiskers from my cheeks,
And spill all my blood in the street.

Did you listen to this sad story?
Did you take head to the message I didn't purvey?
Cuz it'll make you feel blue, and you'll cry boo hoo.
And you'll have to blow snot on your shirt.

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For the Setting Sun

by Marc Gunn

This song started with a riff on the autoharp. When i had that down, I just started writing a stream of conscience song about a girl I had a crush on. It evolved into a bluesy song that I recorded for my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.

Sometimes my empathy is overwhelming.
I feel like I can get inside your head.
But there are times like last night
When it feels like a fight
To shade my love and fear
To watch where you tread.

I gotta admit that I am in love with you.
And now and then I hear you say the same.
But you live so far away
And patience seems so gray
That I can't tell if your love
Is just a dwindling flame.

I've a friend who helps me fly with my dreams.
Then he drops me, and I crash into the sea.
Now I swirl in despair
Wondering if you care
Enough to keep my dreams
From falling to debris.

I'm not sure what I need to allay my fears.
I don't expect you to give more than you've done.
But I'm in flight with my love,
And the winds are rather rough.
So I just hope that you'll join me
For the setting sun.

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The Last Chicken in Dublin

by Cara Chapel

In 2007 and 2008, the Brobdingnagian Bards hosted a vacation tour of Ireland with their fans. During the first tour, we were in need of dinner on our first night of the tour. We stopped off in the only pub that still had a kitchen open. We ordered our food, and it was quite pathetic. Cara had ordered chicken that looked so tiny we joked it most be "the last chicken in dublin". I think that's when I said, "That sounds like a song. You write and I'll record it." Cara wrote the song. I added the melody and we added it to my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.
There's many a tale
In these lands fit for tellin'
And some of them sad,
Like to bring the tears welling.
But if you don't find
These few stanzas too troublin'
I'll sing the song of
The last chicken in Dublin.
There once was a cock
Who lived down in the barnyard
It won't be a shock
That his life wasn't too hard.
Cooped up with the hens
Or in morning time crowing
He lived like a king
And had no thought of going.

But life is quite cruel
When you're only a chicken.
You soon learn the rule:
Folks find you finger-lickin'.
The farmer came out
With a cleaver and hatchet;
The cock saw a train
And he flew off to catch it.

The train took him far
To the east of the country
The cock thought 'twas fine:
"I shall dwell with the gentry!"
He got off the train
At the Connolly Station
'Twas then he became
The last chicken in Dublin.

Now, Dublin's a town
Full of hardship and famine;
There's plenty of beer,
But best not ask for gammon.
So when the poor cock
Flapped his wings and went looking
To find him some corn,
He was ripe for the cooking.

He met with a maid
Who was pushing a trolley;
She gave him a look;
Thus he first knew his folly.
He flew with a squawk
When she lunged for his gullet;
She had to go back
To her job: selling mullet.

He sat on the stoop
And he ruffled his feathers
And almost got caught
By a fellow in leathers.
The pounce of a cat
Missed but made his heart quicken;
Things just don't look good
For that hapless last chicken.

"Alas that I came!"
Crowed the cock in high dudgeon.
"I never!" and then
He was struck with a bludgeon.
They plucked him all bare
And hung him from the ceiling
Though it wasn't fair
And was cold and unfeeling.

Now I must not fail,
Out of motives the purest,
To tell the true tale:
He was fed to a tourist.
And as of this date,
In a pot he is bubblin'.
Let's drink to his fate:
The last chicken in Dublin!

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The Nazgul Song (parody "The Unicorn Song")

by Michael Donley

"The Unicorn Song" was originally written by Shel Silverstein. It had a sad ending that I didn't like. So I convinced Andrew to change the ending. When the Brobdingnagian Bards recorded the song, it became one of our most-popular performances. That's when our friend Michael Donley filked it using the Lord of the Rings as the subject of his filk. I loved the parody and after many years, I finally recorded it for my CD, What Color Is Your Dragon?.

A long time ago, when Middle Earth was green
There were all kinds of monsters that you've never seen
They'd run around and slay to enforce the Dark Lord's rule
But the deadliest of all were the nine Nazgul

There were mean cave troll bashers and drakes with wings
Some ugly black goblins and some Nameless Things
Some worgs and wraiths and oliphants but the most cruel;
The deadliest of all were the nine Nazgul

Well the Dark Lord lost his finger, and it gave him pain
He cried, "Find that which was called Isildur's Bane"
He says, "Hey Witch King Angmar this I command to you:
Kill Sam and Frodo too, (Then I'll rule with all of those...)

Mean cave troll bashers and drakes with wings
Some ugly black goblins and some Nameless Things
Some worgs and wraiths and oliphants but don't be a fool
Don't disappoint me Lord of the Nazgul

The Witch King was there to answer the call
He reached the Shire just as dusk started to fall
He sliced through the guardsmen two by two
And called out with each he slew. Hey Lord!...

I've seen mean cave troll bashers and drakes with wings
Some ugly black goblins and some Nameless Things
Some worgs and wraiths and oliphants but Lord of the Nazgul
Finally, found the Hobbits near Amon Sul

Then the Nazgul chased Frodo through the open plain
Until the Fords of Bruinen they finally came
Wading and splashing through the river cool
Oh those silly nine Nazgul. They were better than...

The mean cave troll bashers and drakes with wings
Some ugly black goblins and some Nameless Things
The Witch King cried get the ring my nazgul
Nothings going to hurt us in this oversized pool.

Well, Gandalf was there at the other side
The nazgul looked up from the rocks and they cried
And then river horses came down and sort of washed them away
That's why you'll never see a Nazgul to this very day

Nor mean cave troll bashers and drakes with wings
Some ugly black goblins and some Nameless Things
Some worgs and wraiths and oliphants but be glad you fool
You don't live in fear of the nine Nazgul.

Now you might think this is the ending to the song
But I have to tell you friends that in fact you'd be wrong
Because Nagul, well, they're magical so when the river started roarin'
They got some mounts with wings as a gift from Sauron

Over the mean cave troll bashers and drakes with wings
Some ugly black goblins and some Nameless Things
But if you're looking for the Nazgul, can't wait for more
The Witch King dies to Eowyn at the Battle Pel'nor.

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