Songs

Songs in *Unsounded* Book I and companion stories.

## Isabel Ne'er-do-Well

Isabel Ne'er-do-Well is a popular dark repeating little ditty in Sharteshane. In Book I it's sung by Sette Frummagem, then Murkoph and then Anadyne Frummagem.

Down the old well fell Isabel Ne'er-do-well!

Three days later there rose up a dredful smell!

Now she dwells in a cell to the left of HELL!

Farewell, rotten Isabel Ne'er-do-well!

## Crescian March

A song sung by Crescian recruits as they head off for training and war.

When the snakes come again to her Majesty's orchard

And her gardens are burning and her children are tortured

When wrights forget beauty and spells only hurt

And ghosts cry in the eaves and shrieks sound from the khert

When the long freeze creeps south and there's blood on the snow

And the sky's miles black with the wings of the crows

No Queensman will shy from the call to march north.

Appalled, spells recalled, she'll arm and set forth.

## Thirsty Khert

A dark tune sung by the "cleaning lizard" Sam when they came across Turas Thanigirri's mangled corpse while cleaning The Happy Tentacle. For added amusement Sam has no reason to worry about the khert picking them apart after they die, traditional Inak culture sees only delusions in hopes of a continuation after death like humans like to think the khert's preservation of their memories means for them.

Thirsty khert, long time no see.

I can't chat now I got places to be.

Too late, you state, 'cause now I'm dead,

and you want the brew inside my head?

It's just aches and shakes, bruises and breakes;

each friend I've lose, and all my mistakes.

I drip years of tears, decades of charades,

liquid loneliness, greed, wars, and crusades.

Not sweet enough, khert? It sours your cup?

It's what your world gave me so drink it up.

## Nevergreen "House Special"

A song sung by the Nevergreen employees under Dawn's direction which seems to have verses that can be adapted to different potential clients.

Tall and pale and sickly!

Who let you outa Hell?

Oh, there! At least you got your hair!
And teeth! And dress real swell!

Welcome to the Nevergreen where we never kiss and tell!

But our mouths ain't all we sell!

What's your predilection pancake?

Man, or girl or boy?

Would the wizard like a lizard?

Would he like to try a toy?

Our Soup du jour's your fetish sir

No matter how lewd or scary!

We got whips and gags, twinks and hags

In Vanilla! Chocolate! Or Strawberry!

That accent! That class! Those airs! That grace!

Poor Ald, do ya know how things work in Cresce?

Greed's a crime, Queen Sonorie says,

Money's obsolete!

It turns a man against his brother and breeds a cruel elite.

Cresce instead will give ya all ya need to stay alive!

Food and shelter, clothes and work - so everyone can thrive!

And if you work hard then the law won't vex ya

And there'll be wealth for all plus a little bit extra!

The little extra's your Labour Points, to buy what you don't need.

Since man can't live on bread alone (and ya can't really kill greed).

City brothels want 'em when you walk in their doors

But the Nevergreen asks something else for its whores.

Something to barter? That's what you'll pay!

Visit our appraiser then go off to play~

Though there is one other way:

Work for us for a day.

Will you help save our town, Ald? Give us your time?

What job can you do for the job I'll do to you? Here, tits for tat ain't no crime.

## I Left My Heart In Sharteshane (and They Pawned it For a Pig)

The lyrics to this song are unknown, but a Black Tongue patron asks if its in the [music catalog of Maur's musical plods.]

## Black Tongue Blues

A song Bastion Winalils sings at a Black Tongues fundraiser after sneaking in and being asked what he's been doing by the patrons.

A long, long time ago they claim

our founders heard a **bird**.

That bird said I can burst your brain

with all the **secrets** of your **wold.**

But first i need your **balls**, sweet sir,

as a sign you'll always be mine.

Casual castration sans hesitation,

then I'll blow your fucking' mind.

He agreed, but who'd say no

to three pairs of tits on a sexy crow?

They founded a troupe to foster truth

to dream dreams, then make them so.

I felt that once—passion's spark!

My heart pumped spells and blood.

Tried to pull you pigs up from the dark;

scrape off the gods and mud.

But I'm tired of death, tired of trying

Tired of promises, tired of lying.

I'm tired of the entire fucking ruse!

I'm tired of these black tongue blues.

Still there's a bird behind my eyes.

She haunts me—I can't unchoose.

She told me the reasons but won't say the why's

Now I'm dying of her Black Tongue blues.

I've walked the stage too long now, brother,

the boards hollow beneath my shoes

Rot's eating the playhouse

**I see bones**

Save me from these Black Tongue blues.

## song about SSael Lemuel sings

A song Lemuel is singing when Duane finds him chopping apart a boar's corpse on the battlefield following Danila's death in Chapter 14.

Ssael has slain the gods Ssael rules the world alone

good Ssaelit follow closely if you wish to share his throne.

## Sharte song concerning Waterwitches

The Order of Chinoll sings the first few bars seeing if William Argenti (Jr.) knows enough to accompany the song while eating around a campfire in Chapter 14. At the time, during the Foi-Hellick Affair, it was considered a new bawdy ballad from Sharteshane.

I finished 'twixt the lips of a waterwitch

and she soon made sure I learn

that you never fish the lips of a waterwitch

'cause the bitch bites through the worm!

## ribald Aldish songs

Lemuel and Duane sing a rather explicit song to their soldier companions during The Brothers Adelier, though it's implied the final verse was changed by Lemuel as he used it in conjunction with an attack on a Jet that had been annoying him with his bigotry and had been lulled into a false sense of safety by the song it was later confirmed that the words sung are the regular ending. Ashley revealed a second raunchy Aldish song on her Q & A tumblr, which she was originally going to use in the chapter.

### untitled ribald ballad I

Around the land been led have I by a hungry prick and a lover's eye. Pretty titties I've sampled, naughty bits trim and ample, countless kisses sneaked, gifted and stole! But their lips are eclipsed and their cunnies made cold by our own gleaming grand girls of gold!

Laid with some ladies from Sharteshane.

They wrote up an invoice while I came!

Their lips were lush - how I liked to kiss 'em!

'Til they proposed I buy back me own jism!

I visited Cresce to sample their sin

and fell heels o'er heart for a younger twin!

The dish was divine, I ate her up rare!

After dinner I romanced the spare.

Now y'may think you've seen out own prettiest fare:

redheads, jets and plats; bronze muffs, silver hair.

Don't the maths stump your brain though? I can never recall!

Is it plats dead by thirty? Reds outlive all?

Which girls will outlast me, who's dead in a day?

Who blooms for centuries? Whose muff has gone grey?

My lads, avoid trouble, and list to this song,

the lips of gold girls will ne'er taste wrong.

None fairer in the world, and no numbers that vex,

they boast each charm desired of the feminine sex!

A comely gold lass is what every lad seeks

Because at least **old boy**, Soud aren't ***fuckin' freaks!***

### untitled ribald ballad II

This song was something of a first draft, replaced in *Unsounded* by the previous song. Part of this song had been revealed earlier, as an Aldish pub song.

On the road to Durlyne there is a chap

With lasses all in a row

He’ll stop you short for a smoke and a chat

And sell you a go from his tableau.

“Mayhaps a Plat could be your dish,

With her snowy locks and pearly smile,

She’ll meekly grant your every wish,

And if she offends, just wait a while.

A Silver lass won’t lose the twinkle

that winks at you in her sky-wild eyes.

No, she won’t remain long enough to wrinkle

But then you’ll be starching your own neckties.

Please don’t shun these Bronze dung-brown,

Ashamed, they’ll endeavour longest.

They won’t complain, won’t shriek nor frown,

Though beware their smell’s the strongest.

No? Look at this Jet! Fair cheek, pale lips,

She’ll talk ‘til they’ve both gone blue.

She’s three dozen times seen the moon eclipse,

And knows everything wrong with you.

No good? Then behold my Copper Queen!

A goddess bathed in blood.

She’s old as a man's reasons to sin,

And mad as a springtime stud.

Ah, me wares don’t please- your taste’s too fine!

I’ve a special lass for thee.

This pissmop wench may lose her shine,

But you can’t question her humanity.”

### Aldish pub song

Perhaps a Plat could be your dish,

With her white locks and pearly smile,

She’ll meekly grant your every wish,

And if she offends, just wait a while.

## Mother's Warning Rhyme

Traditional Cresian rhyme for new mothers, warning of the danger from a particular Senet beast.

> *Mother, lock your nurs'ry tight.
>  **Lady Ilganyag** flies at night.
>  She longs to love a child so,
>  but in senet wombs no life can grow.
>  She'll suckle yours and steal it's breath
>  and love it, love it, love it to death.*
>
> —Cresian Wright,  Book I, Chapter 17 page 152
>
>

## Bronze Boys (Aldish march)

Hark, the tower's howlin'... the vliegeng... fret and cry... bronze boys... smartly now... Durlyne rising sweetly in the mist-kissed eastern sky bronze boys steady now! The tusk ain't changed a jot since that day we said good-bye bronze boys, handsome now! Ssael make my girl as true, as feal, as fair and waiting nigh-

1. ↑ https://www.casualvillain.com/Unsounded/comic/ch04/ch04\_40.html
2. ↑ https://www.casualvillain.com/Unsounded/comic/ch07/ch07\_123.html
3. ↑ https://www.casualvillain.com/Unsounded/comic/ch12/ch12\_54.html
4. ↑ https://unsoundedcomic.tumblr.com/post/184728930275/does-the-song-really-end-like-that-or-did-lem-take
5. ↑ https://www.casualvillain.com/Unsounded/comic/ch14/ch14\_39.html
6. ↑ https://unsoundedcomic.tumblr.com/post/644308610941353984/caste-segregation-abolished-tomorrow-copper