Song Books

=== Black Bird's Book ===
by Polemics
Written by Polemics the Bard and performed around Estvale, these songs are of his time with the Black Bird. The tone of voice used is a light melancholy, usually accompanied by a lute with slow progressions.
==== You Are My Shadow ====
You are my Shadow
The Night's Deep Vision
Times we've been out singing
Times we've shared our aura
did you ever notice my aura?
You know I have a love
A love for your depth
And you know I have a drive
To live, don't let go
the conflict *pause here*
Comes rising up sometimes?
That its dreadful and bitterness
Comes blacking in your eye
Do you see the darkness?
Did you know how much I love you?
Is a hope that somehow you
Can give me this darkness
I hope that someday Black Bird
We have peace in our lives
Bonded Together or broken apart
Alone or with our knives
And we can stop our dancing
And pull the smiles inside
And darken it forever
And never go to sleep
My best unbeaten sister
This isn't all I see
==== Drifting ====
Written after a long period of not seeing the Black Bird
Black Bird, are you wasting away in your skin?
are you missing the love of your kin?
Floating and fading away
Do you smell like the sea when you smile?
Can you bear not to share with your friend?
Drifting away, Little moon
Someone said that you're fading too soon
Drifting and floating away
Nodding and melting and fading away
Little moon so far away
Shadows in the void.
=== Estvale Folk Songs: Bandit Troubles ===
by Polemics
This song book chronicles the time when Bandits attacked Estvale. The outlying farms burned and the Militia called up to defend the town. Much blood and resulting in displaced and orphaned children. 
==== Bandit Troubles ====
The roots of the matter run deep
This is the era of eternal sleep
Please be advised
Nothin seen with closed eyes
This is the harvest of some rotten seeds
This is the fruit of the poison trees
Ask yourself what you believe.
Past heroes in the grave rise to kill again
Lock the Door
Its a Brigand War
Peach trees on fire
Music as pacifier
Praise the Militia 
Raid the Enclave
Open the Grave
Slay the Pale Rider
Drink Estvale Cider
Where do we go now?
Come together
Let your voices be heard
==== Fighting Brigands ====
When I came back from fighting the Bandit Gang
I didn't have a thing where my sack used to hang, 
-stop singing here and explain that by sack you mean a coin sack-
But I got a wood medal to bang.
Now I'm a broken bard.
Mourn your dead land of Estvale free! 
If you want to be a Zero follow me.
Mourn your dead land of the free! 
If you want to be a Zero follow me.
And now the boys all envy me:
I fought for Veeda's bureaucracy
With nothing but air where my sack used to be.
Now I'm a broken singer
Mourn your dead land of Estvale free! 
If you want to be a zero follow me.
Mourn your dead land of the free! 
If you want to be a hero follow me.
When one and twenty lightning thunder
Out from Miri's blue eyes yonder
For a patriotic sack-less wonder.
Now I'm a plucking hero.
Mourn your dead land of Estvale free! 
If you want to be a hero follow me.
==== King of Coins ====
Who shall wear the robe and crown?
The King of Coins at great cost
Who shall bring the lightning down?
The Tailor in Blue who knows me and you
Who shall make the men gag?
The Blue Bird's rowdy song
Who shall wear the long black gown?
The Lord of Curiosities who lost a dog
And who shall choose her own gown?
The Three of Cups whom I loved
And who shall show roots of brown?
The Treekin woman who stole my heart
Yeas she stole my heart 
and in the morning
She stole my horse
==== Elf Bow ====
Mixed from other songs gathered along the road, Elf Bow is about the Archer Arqowynn and Lyudmil slaying bandits.
To the Town of Estvale rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
The stranger there among them had an Elven Bow on his back
Elven Bow on his back
It was early in the morning when he and Geddy rode into town
He came riding from Nique Taure slowly looking around
"He's an elf out loose and running", came a whisper on each lip
"And he's here to do some business with an elf bow on his back"
"Elf bow on his back"
In this town there lived a Captain named Lyudmil the Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer, a gentle captain of war
The notes on his sword numbered one and nineteen more
One and nineteen more
-stop and explain hat one and nineteen means twenty-
Now the Archer started talking' made it plan to folks around
The Bandits Wouldn't be long to trouble town
He was here to take the outlaws alive or maybe dead
He said he'd make alliance with Lyudmil the Red
With Lyudmil the Red
Now day passed to night quickly
Folks were watching' from the windows
Everybody held their breath
The fear these handsome men to meet their death
Elven Bow for the Elf
Big Steel Sword for the Red
I was there lute in hand
Geddy was there drunk on Whiskey
I was drunk on the wine
These Brigands sprang from the dark
Before steel could clear a leather scabbard 
arrows flew and dropped man
Them Bandits tried to hide in the shadows 
But the flames from peach trees made all visible
The Captain cleared em out and left em for dead
=== Sheets to the Wind: Sea Shanties ===
by Echard
==== Song of The F.C. Dauntless ====
"Sixty days adrift at sea,
No treasure trove in sight.
Our crew was restless, young and meak,
The stocks a festered blight.
We challenged course, instilled our plea,
But certain he was right,
Our Captain forced us onward east,
Until the bosun died."
"What was his and what was theirs,
We took it for ourselves.
And now we split an even share,
To go where e're compelled."
"Unopposed and stood for us,
A salt who knew our strife.
He gathered round and took a vote,
But three yea's short a tie.
Before us all he drew him close,
And bled him with his knife.
Echard Mack to Captain Lowell,
Departed from his life."
"What was his and what was theirs,
We took it for ourselves.
And now we split an even share,
To go where e're compelled."
"He screamed to us: "This ship is kin,
The raging sea my wife.
And should you wish to meet your end,
I'd be happy to oblige.
But should you choose to sail with me,
Strong men all, a wage to thee,
First know you cannot be free,
Unless you should decide."
"What was his and what was theirs,
We took it for ourselves.
And now we split an even share,
To go where e're compelled."
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