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by Marc Gunn, Dec 10, 2009 I love lullabies. One of these days I'd love to have an album of music for sleeping, but until then I decided to write a lullaby for my sweetheart. It's sle-e-epytime, beddy-bye time Lay your head down to sleep Close your sweet eyes, dream of soft kisses Walking along with me Your cats curl up, with barely a twitch That's how that you know it's a dream No cats in

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by Marc Gunn, March 13, 2009 I was listening to an author speak about the muse and how at times it flies at you. As an artist, your job is to capture that muse and hold onto it as long as you possibly can. The problem for me is that when I do capture the muse and create song that I love, I can't relax. I find myself overwhelmed by the song that repeats over and over in my head as I try to shape

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by Marc Gunn, February 22, 2009 Years ago, I heard an Italian song called "La Pulce de L'Acqua". I thought it was about the Black Death. I thought that was a great idea for song. I mentioned it to my former Brobdingnagian Bards music partner Andrew McKee, and the idea of a CD called Happy Songs of Death was born. I would've put that song on the CD except I mistranslated the song. It wasn't about

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by Marc Gunn, around 1992 I was listening to a lot of "Weird Al" Yankovic when I wrote this song. You will note there is nothing about reflexology in the song. That's because after writing the lyrics on a sheet of paper, I was watching TV and saw a feature on reflexology. It sounded interesting so I wrote it on the paper. The name sorta stuck. I hurt you. I'm sorry. But the fault isn't all mine

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by Marc Gunn, April 11, 1997 One of my more silly songs. This one was born out of the idea of a man rejected through each of the body's senses. When we French under the sun, You can bite off my tongue (x2) If you think I'll forget the taste of you. But when you bite off my tongue (x3) The memory of your sweet juice I'll recall anew. I say you smell just like a rose. So you plug up my nose (x2)

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by Marc Gunn and Andrew McKee, 2002 This is one of the first songs Andrew and I wrote together with the Brobdingnagian Bards. I don't remember how the melody goes. We didn't spend much time playing it. I walked alone in foggy dew Just me and my memories A voice out seaward beckons thru A whistle of love for me, for me A whistle of love for me. T'was two moons 'go her father stole My love away

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by Marc Gunn, June 16, 2003 A few days ago I got a reminder email. A woman had emailed me "a year and a day ago" about how she heard a fun song called "The Pheasant Plucking Song". She thought it'd be cool for us to have a "Pleasant Peasant Pheasant Plucking Song". Okay, I admit it. Sometimes I just nod and smile when people make requests. I don't have time to write them all. But I took a break

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by Marc Gunn, June 16, 2009 Firefly is still one of my all-time favorite TV shows ever. After writing "Monahan's Mudder's Milk", I wondered what other songs might be heard in the Firefly verse? What traditional folk songs might've survived in the future and how might they've changed? That was the basis for this parody of the American folk song "O Susanna". I left my home on Ariel An autoharp on

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by Marc Gunn, around 1997 When first started playing the autoharp, I would learn a strum pattern from an autoharp book by Meg Peterson. Once I learned the strum pattern, I wrote a song to remember it. This was one of those songs that was inspired by my own dreamy attitude, a little Norse mythology, and more than a touch of nonsense. Cross the Rainbow Bridge The Valkyries await Your sapphire

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by Marc Gunn, December 16, 2008 There's an Irish folk song that had a great story about how a man was conscripted in the British Navy by placing a coin underneath a mug of beer. After drinking the beer, he'd find the coin and realize that he was paid for service and was impressed into the Navy. I loved that concept so much I thought, what if Santa Claus did the same thing with faery creatures

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by Marc Gunn, Aug 12, 2009 After years of being asked to play "Freebird"... and playing it, I decided it was time to write my own version. I did just that in the middle of a house concert in Kentucky. It was about zombies so I had to write about my favorite zombie movie, Shawn of the Dead. If I turned into a zombie Would you still be friends with me Because my neck is drenched in blood And I'm

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by Marc Gunn, 1993It was so long ago, I can only imagine I had bought a box of Oreos and was dunking them in milk while watching Ferris Bueller. But who knows where this parody idea came from.It's an Oreo cookie, now (Oreo cookie)Should I twist or dunk? (twist or dunk)C'mon, c'mon where's my glass of milk now? (where's my milk)Don't tell me that it's drunk. (don't say it's drunk)I like to eat the

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by Marc Gunn, 1993I was digging through a bunch of old lyrics and poetry I wrote from many moons ago, and I found this parody of "The Wanderer" by Dion. It was written in '93, and it's still relevant today. Times don't change that much, huh?I'm the type of guyWho's transferred all around.I never talk to one office.They forward me aroundAnd when I think I've finallyFound someone to talk to,They

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by Marc Gunn, Dec 5, 2007Every year, I visit a house near the Louisiana Renaissance Festival and spend a few weeks. In the house lives a meowy black cat named Lil' Bit. This is the same home where I fell in love with Evan Williams bourbon. The Mews... I mean Muse struck while staying there.You're standing by your car, and I don't know why you're leaving.You don't want to go. That's plain to

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by M. Spaff Sumsion, 2008Isn't it kinda funny how St. Patrick's Day is now synonymous with getting plastered on March 17th? What a shame! There's so much more to the Irish than getting drunk. Listen to the Irish and Celtic Music Podcast, and you'll know what I mean. Now in all historical honesty, St. Patrick probably did drink. Beer was often used to kill bacteria. But that doesn't mean that his

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by Marc Gunn, Oct 16, 2008I wanted a new song for my Elysium Space Madness show, and I wanted it to be about Star Trek. So I threw together this parody the night before the show. It's based on the song "A Drop of Nelson's Blood". A drop of Vulcan blood wouldn't do us any harmAnd we'll all hang on behindWe'll roll the old Enterprise along.We'll roll the old Enterprise along.We'll roll the old

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by Marc Gunn, May 30, 2007I'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 meWhen Old Bilbo took me inHe was an

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by Marc GunnI 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-wanderingOut of the rain, I swayed.I was

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by traditionalI 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 SeptemberAs near as I can rememberWhile strolling down a lane in tipsy prideNot a word

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by Marc Gunn, early 90sI 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 wailAnd refuse to eat my grain.Oh, listen to this sad story.Take head to the

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by Marc GunnThis 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 nightWhen it feels like a fightTo shade my

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by Cara ChapelIn 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

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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

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by Marc Gunn, July 19, 2008I've been wanting to write another Firefly song for a long time. Today, I decided there was no stopping me, and it would be a drinking song. So I flipped on Jaynestown and watched it a couple times. As I stepped out the door to go grab a bite to eat, the lyrics flooded into me. So I came home and recorded the song.(Won't you) Pour me a glassOf Monahan's Mudders

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by Diane FrostIn 2005, I received an email from a fan with lyrics parodying one of the songs performed by Brobdingnagian Bards called "The Lusty Young Smith". This one was a funny Star Wars parody called "The Lusty Young Sith". I loved the lyrics and saved them for that time in the future when I would sit down and record the parody... because that's what I do. It finally happened earlier this

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