Topic: Hjerte og Sjel

NorseLady · Date: 2006-12-17 19:38 EST

All around the Marketplace caroliers were singing. Tis the Season. . .

Winter Wonderland

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening In the lane, snow is glistening A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight Walkin' in a winter wonderland

Gone away is the bluebird Here to stay is a new bird He sings a love song as we go along Walkin' in a winter wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman Then pretend that he is Parson Brown He'll say, "Are you married?" We'll say, "No man, But you can do the job when you're in town."

Later on we'll conspire As we dream by the fire To face unafraid The plans that we made Walkin' in a winter wonderland!

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Sleigh Ride

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring ting tingling too Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you, Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling "Yoo hoo," Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, let's go, let's look at the show, We're riding in a wonderland of snow. Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, it's grand, just holding your hand, We're gliding along with a song of a wintry fairy land.

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be Let's take that road before us and sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you.

There's a birthday party at the home of Farmer Gray It'll be the perfect ending a perfect day We'll be singing the songs we love to sing without a single stop, At the fireplace while we watch the chestnuts pop. Pop! pop! pop!

There's a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy, When they pass around the chocolate and the pumpkin pie It'll nearly be like a picture print by Currier and Ives These wonderful things are the things we remember all through our lives of a wintry fairy land

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy cozy are we We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be Let's take that road before us and sing a chorus or two Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you!

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Carol of the Bells

Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares away

Christmas is here, bringing good cheer, to young and old, meek and the bold,

Ding dong ding dong That is their song With joyful ring All caroling

One seems to hear Words of good cheer From ev'ry where Filling the air

Oh how they pound, raising the sound, o'er hill and dale, telling their tale,

Gaily they ring while people sing songs of good cheer, Christmas is here,

Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas, Merry, merry, merry, merry Christmas, On on they send, on without end, their joyful tone to every home Ding dong ding dong ding dong Ding dong ding dong

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Little Drummer Boy

Come they told me Pa rum pum pum pum A new born King to see Pa rum pum pum pum

Our finest gifts we bring Pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the king Pa rum pum pum pum, Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum

So to honor Him Pa rum pum pum pum When we come

Little baby Pa rum pum pum pum I am a poor boy too Pa rum pum pum pum I have no gift to bring Pa rum pum pum pum That's fit to give our King Pa rum pum pum pum, Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum

Shall I play for you Pa rum pum pum pum On my drum

Mary nodded Pa rum pum pum pum The ox and lamb kept time Pa rum pum pum pum I played my drum for Him Pa rum pum pum pum I played my best for Him Pa rum pum pum pum, Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum

Then He smiled at me Pa rum pum pum pum Me and my drum

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Do You Hear What I Hear"

Said the night wind to the little lamb Do you see what I see" Way up in the sky, little lamb Do you see what I see"

A star, a star Dancing in the night With a tail as big as a kite With a tail as big as a kite

Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy Do you hear what I hear" Ringing thru the sky, shepherd boy Do you hear what I hear"

A song, a song High above the tree With a voice as big as the sea With a voice as big as the sea

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king Do you know what I know" In your palace warm, mighty king Do you know what I know"

A Child, a Child Shivers in the cold Let us bring Him silver and gold Let us bring Him silver and gold

Said the king to the people ev'rywhere Listen to what I say! Pray for peace, people ev'rywhere Listen to what I say!

The Child, the Child Sleeping in the night He will bring us goodness and light He will bring us goodness and light!

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Up On The Housetop

Up on the housetop, reindeer pause Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus Down through the chimney with lots of toys All for the little ones, Christmas joys Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go" Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go" Up on the housetop, click, click, click Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick

First comes the stocking of little Nell Oh, dear Santa, fill it well Give her a dolly that laughs and cries One that will open and shut her eyes Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go" Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go" Up on the housetop, click, click, click Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick

Next comes the stocking of little Will Oh, just see what a glorious fill Here is a hammer and lots of tacks Also a ball and a whip that cracks Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go" Ho, Ho, Ho! Who wouldn't go" Up on the housetop, click, click, click Down through the chimney with good Saint Nick!

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I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus Underneath the mistletoe last night She didn't see me creep Down the stairs to have a peep She thought that I was tucked up in my bedroom fast asleep Then I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus Underneath his beard so snowy white Oh, what a laugh it would have been If Daddy had only seen Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night!

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The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos

Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe Help to make the season bright Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that Santa's on his way He's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh And every mother's child is gonna spy To see if reindeer really know how to fly

And so I'm offering this simple phrase For kids from one to ninety two Although its been said many times many ways Merry Christmas to you!

NorseLady · Date: 2007-01-01 04:04 EST

A new year.

After certain tasks were completed she decided to head to one of the local taverns. Along the way, she noticed there seemed to be more than the usual amount of drunken revelers traipsing about town ....many in pairs or groups. It was just such a group ....of eight inebriated kilt-wearing Scots ....that had her pausing in her trek to the establishment; pausing to listen to their singing and to the playing of bagpipes, by one. With their arms slung around each others shoulders, they sang with teary-eyed earnest while swaying slowly from side-to-side. Though she listened most intently, it was quite difficult to understand all of the lyrics since most of the words were slurred and accented; not only because of their nationality, but also because of the grand amount of consumed liquor.

Spotting her, they smiled and decided to repeat the song a few more times, and as loudly as possible without actually yelling. They did so appreciate an audience!

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind" Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint' stowp And surely I'll be mine, And we'll drink a richt guid willy waught For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run aboot the braes And pu'd the gowans fine, But we've wander'd mony a weary fit' Sin" auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl"t in the burn Frae morning sun till dine, But seas a'tween us braid hae roar'd Sin" auld lang syne.

And here's a hand, my trusty fere And gie's a hand o' thine, And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne!

(Translation)

Should old acquaintances be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should old acquaintances be forgot, And days of long ago.

For old long ago, my dear, For old long ago, We'll take a cup of kindness yet For old long ago.

And surely you'll pay for your pint And surely I'll pay for mine, And we'll drink a goodwill drought (of ale) For old long ago.

We two have run about the hillsides And pulled the daisies fine, But we've wandered many a weary foot Since old long ago.

We two have paddled (waded) in the stream From noon until dinner time, But seas between us broad have roared Since old long ago.

And here's a hand, my trusty friend And give us a hand of yours, And we'll take a cup of kindness yet For old long ago!

NorseLady · Date: 2007-01-27 00:12 EST

It had been a peaceful and relaxing night at the Pub (before the holidays). A silly parlor game that she had seen played, as well as participated in, on one occasion, was quietly being discussed with the old cowboy. The how's and why's; the pros and cons; the point of it, if there actually was one. Both agreed in the foolishness of 'Truth or Dare', yet decided it could be amusing, and proceeded to engage in such recreation. Shylah decided to step out of her comfort zone and chose 'Dare' instead of 'Truth'.

And so it was the reason why she stood on top of the bar and sang, and made the appropriate gestures when needed. A song she heard children singing on several occasions while traipsing about towne.

I'm A Little Teapot

I'm a little teapot, short and stout Here is my handle , here is my spout When I get all steamed up, hear me shout Just tip me o'er and pour me out!

I'm a clever teapot, ja tis true Here's an example of what I can do I can change my handle to my spout Just tip me o'er and pour me out!

Now Shy may not be short and stout, but she was definitely red-faced at the time. Their hearty laughter mingled, however, as she jumped down from the wooden counter on that entertaining evening not so long ago.

NorseLady · Date: 2007-01-31 00:48 EST

Long ago, in the very first days of escape by the insane from RhyDin's asylum, Shylah had inadvertently stumbled across one of those "touched in the head." The middle-aged male had emerged from the ground, like a mole, in the dead of night; completely covered from head-to-toe in filth, stinking to the heavens, scratching at his flea-bitten body and lice-infested head with a silver spoon. The sight of him had been unexpected since she had no prior knowledge of any tunnel(s). But then, she was not one of the asylum's "guests" nor did she have any friends or relatives residing there to inform her of such happenings. The man was pleased with his accomplishment and did, indeed, take credit for being the first, ever, to successfully excavate and "lead the way to freedom." He was most eager to introduce himself, and told her he had two nicknames ...."Digger" and "The Spoon Man." Excusing himself to retrieve something left behind, he vanished from view for a few minutes. Upon returning, he had a guitar.

This is the song he sang, while strumming the three unbroken strings of his old six-stringed instrument.

The Bum Bum Song

My bum is on the rail Bum is on the rail Look at Me My bum is on the rail My bum is on a man Bum is on a man It's a lot of fun to put your bum on a man My bum is on a step Bum is on a step Don't fall down the steps you might hurt your bum! (Insane Laughter) And that's not very fun If you fall down and hurt your bum I like to put my bum on things It's fun for everyone

My bum is on the cheese Bum is on the cheese If I get lucky I'll get a disease! My bum is on the Swedish Swedish, Swedish, Swedish My bum is on the gum My bum is on the gum I can blow a bubble with my bum bum bum My bum is on the ship The battleship I hope they don't shoot the cannon in my bum I'd shoot POO all over the place POO POO!

Cause that isn't very fun When they shoot a cannon in your bum I like to put my bum on things it's fun for everyone My bum is on the dog My bum is on the cat My bum is on the phone My bum is all alone

The rail is all alone The man is all alone The Swedish is all alone My bum...is all alone (Sound of a Loon)

1, 2, 3, 4 My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone Get the poo off my bum! I need the POO off my BUM! I've got to get the poo-poo off my bum! I want to hear the cannon! (Sound of a Loon) No, let me hear the cannon! (Sound of a Loon) NO NO NO, no, not the loon! My bum is all alone My bum is all alone My bum is all alone I WANNA HEAR THE CANNON! I WANNA HEAR THE CANNON! I WANNA HEAR THE CANNON NOT THE LOON! (Sound of a cannon Exploding)

Yea! The cannon! Now get the poo off my bum coo coo I want the poo-poo off my bum bum... Can I hear the loon again, too.

NorseLady · Date: 2007-02-02 02:41 EST

When the first winds of change swept through RhyDin, so did a lot of garbage. On one particularly breezy afternoon several sheets of paper were tumbling across the cobblestones ahead of her as she made her way through town. At the time her thoughts were on the carelessness of others and how trashy the streets were becoming every single day. Rushing to gather up the wind-blown pieces of parchment, Shylah had been rewarded with a wonderful finding ....sheet music with lyrics.

Not only is this one of the songs, but it has become a favourite.

That's Life

That's life (that's life), that's what all the people say You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May But I know I'm gonna change that tune When I'm back on top, back on top in June

I said that's life (that's life), and as funny as it may seem Some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream But I don't let it, let it get me down 'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing Each time I find myself flat on my face I pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life), I tell you I can't deny it I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it And if I didn't think it was worth one single try I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life), that's life and I can't deny it Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die

My, my!

NorseLady · Date: 2007-02-19 01:13 EST

Having no understanding about the celebration known as Valentine's Day, the female Viking-Warrior asked a very special person for the meaning behind the custom so many seem to enjoy; including the giving of handmade cards, fresh flowers, and sweets ....such as sjokolade. The tale was intriguing to Shylah, and did indeed have her searching through those sheets of music with lyrics, for songs of love. Finding many, these are but a few.

Breathe

I can feel the magic floating in the air Being with you gets me that way I watch the sunlight dance across your face and I've Never been this swept away All my thoughts seem to settle on the breeze When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms The whole world just fades away The only thing I hear Is the beating of your heart

"Cause I can feel you breathe It's washing over me Suddenly I'm melting into you There's nothing left to prove Baby all we need is just to be Caught up in the touch The slow and steady rush Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be I can feel you breathe Just breathe

In a way I know my heart is waking up As all the walls come tumbling down I'm closer than I've ever felt before And I know And you know There's no need for words right now

"Cause I can feel you breathe It's washing over me Suddenly I'm melting into you There's nothing left to prove Baby all we need is just to be Caught up in the touch The slow and steady rush Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be I can feel you breathe Just breathe

Caught up in the touch The slow and steady rush Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be I can feel you breathe Just breathe I can feel the magic floating in the air Being with you gets me that way.

Everything I Do, I Do It For You

Look into my eyes - you will see What you mean to me Search your heart - search your soul And when you find me there you'll search no more

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for You know it's true Everything I do - I do it for you

Look into my heart - you will find There's nothin' there to hide Take me as I am - take my life I would give it all - I would sacrifice

Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more You know it's true Everything I do - I do it for you

There's no love - like your love And no other - could give more love There's nowhere - unless you're there All the time - all the way

Oh - you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for I can't help it - there's nothin' I want more I would fight for you - I'd lie for you Walk the wire for you - I'd die for you

You know it's true Everything I do - I do it for you.

And her favourite. . .

Can You Feel the Love Tonight"

There's a calm surrender To the rush of day When the heat of the rolling world Can be turned away An enchanted moment And it sees me through It's enough for this restless warrior Just to be with you

And can you feel the love tonight" It is where we are It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer That we got this far And can you feel the love tonight How it's laid to rest" It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best

There's a time for everyone If they only learn That the twisting kaleidoscope Moves us all in turn There's a rhyme and reason To the wild outdoors When the heart of this star-crossed voyager Beats in time with yours

And can you feel the love tonight" It is where we are It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer That we got this far And can you feel the love tonight How it's laid to rest? It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best

It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best.

NorseLady · Date: 2007-03-29 05:02 EST

Another chaotic, yet interesting and, at times, amusing, evening was had at the Red Dragon Inn. A hushed word during conversation brought about the recollection of a song; lyrics gathered up from the cobblestones on that windy night long ago.

After returning to her cabin, digs through the stacks of sheet music. Knows it is there, somewhere; it is just a matter of finding it. Triumphant in the battle of locating the simple poetical composition, holds it high. "Oh ja!"

(You're My) Soul and Inspiration

Girl I can't let you do this Let you walk away Girl how can I live through this When you're all I wake up for each day Baby.

You're my soul and my inspiration You're all I've got to get me by You're my soul and my inspiration Without you baby what good am I Woh what good am I.

I never had much goin' But at least I had you How can you walk out knowin' I ain't got nothin' left if you do Baby.

You're my soul and my inspiration You're all I've got to get me by You're my soul and my inspiration Without you baby what good am I Woh what good am I.

Baby I can't make without you And I'm telling you honey You're my reason for laughin' for cryin' For livin' for dyin'.

Baby Please I'm beggin' you baby I can't make it without you If you go it'll kill me I swear it I can't live without you

You're my soul and my inspiration You're all I've got to get me by You're my soul and my inspiration Without you baby what good am I Woh what good am I.

NorseLady · Date: 2007-04-03 02:02 EST

Before Shylah had made her way to the Red Dragon Inn on the Day of Fools, she had stopped by another tavern; an establishment recommended by a close, personal friend. Much merry-making was taking place. Boisterous groups with rowdy laughter, clinking of glass-to-glass, pewter-to-pewter and wood-to-wood. Above the din a man's voice faintly heard as he sang. . .

April Fool

Quittin' after one more last one Tired of playin' the clown If I want your opinion I'll ask ya I can get myself down

Night driving without headlight Wearin' sunglasses too Lookin' good but sure don't feel right Anything to be cool

Doin' hopscotch with my legs tied Jumpin' rope in wet cement Black leather in midday sunshine All your mother's money's spent

Doin' time on the metal detector Like to drown in your pool Coverin' up everything that's defective Anything to be cool

A burning heart could be so cool Won't you be my fashion victim Come on, I'm an April Fool for you

Holdin' on to what?s left of real life Anything to be cool

A burning heart like an April Fool Won't you be my fashion victim Come on, I'm an April Fool I'm a mid-spring snowfall, joke's on you I'm an April Fool for you

I'm an April Fool for you I'm an April Fool.

Though the Seafaring Warrior does not understand this custom of jesting on the First of April, the song lyrics have her pondering for quite a while, even for a few days.

NorseLady · Date: 2007-04-10 07:53 EST

Pirates have been around RhyDin for at least a decade; those large, house-like boats anchored in Port always draw Shylah's attention, for they are very different from her own fast, sleek vessel. It is the seemingly odd crew of one ship that she focuses on as she hears them loudly singing and talking, while they swagger their way back to the harbor from a local tavern after an evening of rabble-rousing. On more than one occasion has the female viking thought these seagoing rogues to be more touched in the head than any berserkr from her homeland. This is why. . . The Pirate Song (Crew) Sixteen men on a dead man's chest...yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

(Captain) Avast there mates, yer sailin' with Long John Black Beard, Peg-Leg, Patch-Eye Hook, the Scourge of the bounding main. Blood-thirstiest, black-heartiest pirate captain ever sailed the seven seas! Ha, ha! What say ye...we hoist the Jolly Roger, heel over to yonder Spanish galleon, lay a few broadsides agin' her timbers, swing over there on these here lanyards with our cutlasses in our teeth, cut 'em to ribbons and split the booty! What say ye to that, me hearties, aye"!

(Twit) I don't like it!

(Captain) You don't like it"!

(Twit) I don't like it and I don't wanna do it! It's tacky...and don't look at me that way.

(Captain) Well, if you don't like it, what *do* you want" (Twit) I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants I want to sing and dance.

(Captain) You want to sing and dance"! Ha! Well, you don't like plunderin', aye' Shiver me timbers 'ow 'bout treasurin', huh' Rubies and emeralds, pearls and gold doubloons. British sovereigns, silver chalices encrusted with diamonds and jewels. Necklaces and bracelets of every shape and size, fit for the crown heads of Europe, aye' And all buried in a pirate's chest and *I* just happen to know where. How about that me bloodthirsty buckos" Ha, ha, ha!

(Twit) I don't like it!

(Captain) You don't like it"!

(Twit) I don't like it and I don't want it.

(Captain) He don't want it.

(Twit) And I won't do it...I'm an Artiste!

(Captain) An artiste! Well, Mister Artiste, what *do* you want"! (Twit) I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants I want to sing and dance.

(Captain) Now, listen hear! This ain't no floating Gilbert and Sullivan show, you know, for some little flittin' tinkerbell ! This here be a black-hearted pirate ship and I would have you keel-hauled if you weren't me own flesh and blood you little twit! So you don't like plunderin' aye"!

(Twit) I don't like it.

(Captain) And you don't want no treasurin' ah"

(Twit) I don't want it.

(Captain) And you probably don't want no groggin' and revelin' and wenchin' and rummin' either I suppose"

(Twit) Well, deep down....you want to know the truth' It's not me, I don't want it!

(Captain) Well, what *do* you want...as if I didn't already bleedin' know"

(Twit) I want to sing and dance and.....

(Captain) I know, I know...and wear your tight little shiny pants! Huh! Okay...we'll *all* sing and dance! (pirates grumble)...*I* said we'll *all* sing and dance! (pirates grumble)...Or you'll walk the plank!...one - two - free

(Captain, Twit and Crew) I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants I want to sing and dance. (Crew repeats the lyrics)

(Over the singing crew, hears the Captain and Twit)

(Twit) I like it, I like it!

(Captain) I kinda like it me own self!

(Twit) I thought you would! (Captain) Ha, ha, haa!

(Crew) Sixteen men on a dead man's chest...yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

(Twit) I don't like rum.

(Captain) You don't like rum"!

(Twit) Well no, actually I...well, I might like a little Perrier....with a lime in it.

(Captain) A little Perrier with a lime in it. He wants a lime in it!

(Twit) Well, do you have any Escargot"

(Captain) Escar..what"!

(Twit) What's the soup today"

(Captain) Soup"!

(Twit) Might have a bit of a salad too!

(Captain) Well, how about a bleedin' finger bowl"!

(Twit) Maybe a croissant...Is that right' Those French make everything so hard! Why didn't they just call it a bun" Voices fade as they move off.

NorseLady · Date: 2007-05-10 13:38 EST

One of the first songs Shylah had been taught after arriving in RhyDin was this little ditty by a seafaring rogue. To this day, it makes the female Viking laugh.

The Monkey Song

There was a ship of Rio Sailed out into the blue, And nine and ninety monkeys Were all her jovial crew. From bo'sun to the cabin boy, From quarter to caboose, There weren't a stitch of calico To breech 'em — tight or loose; From spar to deck, from deck to keel, From barnacle to shroud. There weren't one pair of reach-me-downs To all that jabbering crowd. But was it not a gladsome sight, When roared the deep-sea gales, To see them reef her fore and aft, A-swinging by their tails! Oh, was it not a gladsome sight, When glassy calm did come, To see them squatting tailor-wise Around a keg of rum! Oh, was it not a gladsome sight, When in she sailed to land, To see them all a-scampering skip For nuts across the sand!

NorseLady · Date: 2007-05-31 06:30 EST

Traveling across the countryside in another realm, comes upon an abandoned cottage. Tired and in need of rest, decides to use the small hus as shelter. Investigation of the four small rooms brought rewards, for she locates undamaged books. Within the yellowing pages of one thick volume finds the following. . .

Every Breath You Take

Every breath you take Every move you make Every bond you break Every step you take I'll be watching you

Every single day Every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I'll be watching you

O can't you see You belong to me How my poor heart aches With every step you take

Every move you make Every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace I dream at night I can only see your face I look around But it's you I can't replace I feel so cold And I long for your embrace I keep crying baby, baby please

O can't you see You belong to me How my poor heart aches With every step you take Every move you make Every vow you break Every smile you fake Every claim you stake I'll be watching you I'll be watching you I'll be watching you I'll be watching you I'll be watching you.

Eagerly, and with great care, checks the other tomes in hopes of finding more scripted treasures.

NorseLady · Date: 2007-06-11 15:23 EST

The abandoned cottage produced a large treasure trove as far as Shylah was concerned, including a tome filled with nought but songs pertaining to seafaring. This one handed down over centuries, and oft did Shy sing it with her crew while on the waters!

The Fish of the Sea

Come all you young sailormen, listen to me I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea, and it's...

Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Up jumps the eel with his slippery tail, Climbs up aloft and reefs the topsail, and it's...

Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth Saying, 'You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!' and it's...

Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Up jumps the lobster with his heavy claws, Bites the main boom right off by the jaws! and it's...

Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Up jumps the halibut, lies flat on the deck He says, 'Captain, don't step on my neck!' and it's...

Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Up jumps the herring, the king of the sea, Saying, 'All other fishes, now you follow me!' and it's...

Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Up jumps the codfish with his chuckle-head, He runs out up forward and throws out the lead! and it's...

Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Up jumps the whale....the largest of all, 'If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!' and it's...

Windy weather boys, stormy weather, boys When the wind blows we're all together, boys Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes!

NorseLady · Date: 2007-06-25 01:13 EST

Over the generations Shylah has replaced lost or dead crewmen with sturdy and strong males from Scandinavia, as well as those of other nationalities; Some last longer than others. One such sailor was a young man who hailed from Great Britain. This is a song he enjoyed singing (and teaching) to the Norse Seafaring Warriors. . .

The Keeper of the Eddystone Light

My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light And he slept with a mermaid one fine night Out of this union there came three A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me! Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

One night, as I was a-trimming the glim Singing a verse from the evening hymn I heard a voice cry out an "Ahoy!" And there was my mother, sitting on a buoy. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

"Oh, what has become of my children three?" My mother then inquired of me. One's on exhibit as a talking fish The other was served in a chafing dish. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

Then the phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair. I looked again, and my mother wasn't there But her voice came angrily out of the night "To Hel with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!" Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh for the life on the rolling sea!

NorseLady · Date: 2008-02-12 03:05 EST

Pouring over a song book she located (and eventually confiscated) in an old Keep, finds lyrics that not only warm her heart, but has her smiling all day long. . . Sailing Well, it's not far down to paradise At least it's not for me And if the wind is right You can sail away and find tranquility Oh, the canvas can do miracles Just you wait and see Believe me

It's not far to never-never land No reason to pretend And if the wind is right You can find the joy of innocence again Oh, the canvas can do miracles Just you wait and see Believe me

Sailing takes me away To where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free

Fantasy, it gets the best of me When I'm sailing All caught up in the reverie Every word is a symphony Won't you believe me

Sailing takes me away To where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free

Well it's not far back to sanity At least it's not for me And if the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity Oh, the canvas can do miracles Just you wait and see Believe me

Sailing takes me away To where I've always heard it could be Just a dream and the wind to carry me And soon I will be free!

NorseLady · Date: 2008-06-09 01:09 EST

Recent occurances seem to have become stranger in RhyDin, or so it appears to the female Viking. Now Shylah has a song stuck in her head after hearing it sung to her, over and over again, by a male who died many years ago. Perhaps she is treading on the edge of insanity after all . . . or is she still in the realm of slumber"

Did you ever see a dream walking" Well, I did. Did you ever hear a dream talking" Well, I did.

Did you have a dream thrill you With "Will you be mine?" Oh, it's so grand, And it's too, too divine!

Did you ever see a dream dancing" Well, I did. Did you ever see a dream romancing" Well, I did!

Did you see heaven right in your arms, Saying, "I love you, I do!" Well, the dream that was walking, And the dream that was talking, The heaven in my arms was you.

NorseLady · Date: 2008-07-07 04:42 EST

The next time the ghostly vision appears she shall be ready, and hopes he can take the parchment with him. Written on the sheet of white vellum are the words copied from a page out of that songbook she confiscated almost six months ago.

Even though it's been so long, My love for you keeps going strong I remember the things that we used to do, A kiss in the rain 'Til the sun shined through, I'd try to deny it, but I'm still in love with you.

I miss you like crazy, I miss you like crazy, Ever since you went away, Every hour of every day, I miss you like crazy, I miss you like crazy.

No matter what I say or do, There's just no getting over you I can see the love shining in your eyes, And it comes as such a sweet surprise If seeing's believing its worth the wait, So hold me and tell me it's not too late, We're so good together, We're starting forever now. And I miss you like crazy, I miss you like crazy, Ever since you went away, Every hour of every day, I miss you like crazy, I miss you baby, A love like ours will never end, Just touch me and we're there again.

Just one night, And well have that magic feeling like we used to do Hold on tight, And whatever comes our way we're gonna make it through.

If seeing's believing its worth the wait, So hold me and tell me its not too late We're so good together, We're starting forever now.

And I miss you like crazy, I miss you like crazy, No matter what I say or do, There's just no getting over you.

And I miss you, I miss you, All the tender love you gave me, When a feeling gets this strong, You know the real things come along.

And I miss you, I miss you like crazy baby, Only your sweet love Can save me I miss you like crazy, A love like ours will never end, Just touch me and we're there again.

Miss you like crazy, I miss you like crazy.

NorseLady · Date: 2008-12-13 10:19 EST

During a quest in another land with an old seafaring friend, learns this song. Of course it tickles her funny bone, so decides to teach it to her crew once she returns to RhyDin. However, since it is the Yuletide Season she sings it to the tune of 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.'

Come list ye, landsmen, all to me, To tell the truth I'm bound- What happened to me by going to sea And the wonders that I found. Shipwrecked I was one sappy rouse And cast all on the shore, So I resolved to take a cruise, The country to explore.

To my ri tol tooral loralido, Ritol looral lay, To my ri tol lol fol liddle lol de fol To my tol looral lay.

Oh, I had not long scurried out, When close alongside the ocean, 'Twas there that I saw something move, Like all the earth in motion. While steering close up alongside I saw it was a crocodile; From the end of his nose to the tip of his tail It measured five hundred mile.

To my ri tol tooral loralido, Ritol looral lay, To my ri tol lol fol liddle lol de fol To my tol looral lay.

This crocodile I could plainly see Was none of the common race, For I had to climb a very high tree Before I could see his face. And when he lifted up his jaw, Perhaps you may think it a lie, But his back was three miles through the clouds And his nose near touched the sky.

To my ri tol tooral loralido, Ritol looral lay, To my ri tol lol fol liddle lol de fol To my tol looral lay.

Oh, up aloft the wind was high, It blew a hard gale from the south; I lost my hold and away I flew Right into the crocodile's mouth. He quickly closed his jaws on me, He thought to nab a victim; But I slipped down his throat, d'ye see, And that's the way I tricked 'im.

To my ri tol tooral loralido, Ritol looral lay, To my ri tol lol fol liddle lol de fol To my tol looral lay.

I traveled on for a year or two Till I got into his maw, And there were rum kegs not a few And a thousand bullocks in store. Through life I banished all my care For on grub I was not stinted; And in this crocodile lived ten years, Very well contented.

To my ri tol tooral loralido, Ritol looral lay, To my ri tol lol fol liddle lol de fol To my tol looral lay.

This crocodile being very old, One day at last he died; He was three years in catching cold, He was so long and wide. His skin was three miles thick, I'm sure, Or very near about; For I was full six months or more In making a hole to get out.

To my ri tol tooral loralido, Ritol looral lay, To my ri tol lol fol liddle lol de fol To my tol looral lay.

So now I'm safe on earth once more, Resolved no more to roam. In a ship that passed I got a berth, So now I'm safe at home. But, if my story you should doubt, Did you ever cross the Nile 'Twas there he fell—-you'll find the shell Of this wonderful crocodile.

To my ri tol tooral loralido, Ritol looral lay, To my ri tol lol fol liddle lol de fol To my tol looral lay.

NorseLady · Date: 2009-07-09 02:11 EST

Much is on her mind as she prepares for the upcoming voyage to her hjemland, and this song, heard while relaxing in another realm, keeps playing over and over in her mind. It has quickly become a favourite.

Sailing, sailing

Somewhere beyond the sea Somewhere waiting for me My lover stands on golden sands And watches the ships that go sailing

Somewhere beyond the sea He's there watching for me If I could fly like birds on high Then straight to his arms I'd go sailing

It's far beyond the stars It's near beyond the moon I know beyond a doubt My heart will lead me there soon

We'll meet beyond the shore We'll kiss just like before Happy we will be beyond the sea And never again I'll go sailing

Sailing...

We'll meet, I know we'll meet beyond the shore We'll kiss just as before Happy we'll be beyond the sea And never again I'll go sailing Sailing

No more sailing No more sailing

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwR6awbd3BU )

NorseLady · Date: 2009-08-14 15:56 EST

Sailng away from RhyDin weeks ago, Shy's longship voyages toward that special portal that will bring her and her crew closer to Norge.

Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco Flow Let me reach, let me beach, on the shores of Tripoli Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore Let me reach, let me beach, far beyond the Yellow Sea

Sail away, sail away, sail away Sail away, sail away, sail away Sail away, sail away, sail away Sail away, sail away, sail away

From Bissan to Palau, in the shade of Avalon From Fiji to Tiree, and the isles of Ebony From Peru to Cebu, feel the power of Babylon From Bali to Cali, far beneath the Coral Sea

Sail away, sail away, sail away Sail away, sail away, sail away Sail away, sail away, sail away Sail away, sail away, sail away

From the North to the South, Ebudae unto Khartoum From the deep Sea of Clouds, to the Island of the Moon Carry me on the waves, to the land I've never been Carry me on the waves, to the lands I've never seen

We can sail, we can sail, with the Orinoco Flow We can sail, we can sail Sail away, sail away We can steer, we can near, with Rob Dickins at the wheel

We can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies We can sail, we can sail Sail away, sail away, sail away

We can reach, we can beach On the shores of tripoli We can sail, we can sail Sail away, sail away, sail away

From bali to cali, Far beneath the coral sea We can sail, we can sail Sail away, sail away, sail away

We can sail, we can sail Sail away, sail away, sail away Sail away, sail away, sail away Sail away, sail away, sail away

( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gsHVBqtjwwc )

NorseLady · Date: 2010-12-21 02:26 EST

During this Season of the year, with more time to relax and reminisce by hearthside at her log home, thoughts turn to loved ones; those who have passed on and the ones still living. Recalling precious times spent together, there is much she could have said and done that never took place. Hopefully, she will not repeat that same mistake and all will be rectified in the future. It is a good resolution to make and to keep.

Maybe I didn't love you Quite as often as I could have Maybe I didn't treat you Quite as good as I should have

If I made you feel second best Boy (Girl) I'm sorry I was blind But you were always on my mind You were always on my mind

Maybe I didn't hold you All those lonely, lonely times I guess I never told you I'm so happy that you're mine

Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time But you were always on my mind You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died But give me, give me one more chance to keep you satisfied, I'll keep you satisfied

Little things I should have said and done I just never took the time But you were always on my mind You were always on my mind You were always on my mind You were always on my mind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7f189Z0v0Y

NorseLady · Date: 2010-12-29 05:30 EST

Several days after the Yuletide celebration in RhyDin, Shy makes her way to the other realm to visit with some friends; those with whom she has fought side-by-side during quests. While meandering through the woods she hears music coming from a newly constructed tavern, and so she stops in for a drink. The song being played is one she relates to, even though she does not have one of those magical contraptions called a telephone.

I hear the ticking of the clock I'm lying here the rooms pitch dark I wonder where you are tonight No answer on the telephone And the night goes by so very slow Oh I hope that it won't end though Alone

Till now I always got by on my own I never really cared until I met you And now it chills me to the bone How do I get you alone How do I get you alone

You don't know how long I have wanted To touch your lips and hold you tight Oh you don't know how long I have waited And I was going to tell you tonight But the secret is still my own And my love for you is still unknown Alone

Oh

Till now I always got by on my own I never really cared until I met you And now it chills me to the bone How do I get you alone How do I get you alone

How do I get you alone How do I get you alone Alone, alone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Cw1ng75KP0&NR=1

NorseLady · Date: 2010-12-29 05:37 EST

And when the second song is played and sung, she finds herself nodding at the lyrics.

I've been lonely I've been waiting for you I'm pretending and that's all I can do The love I'm sending Ain't making it through to your heart

You've been hiding - never letting it show Always trying to keep it under control You got it down and you're well On your way to the top But there's something that you forgot

What about love Don't you want someone to care about you What about love Don't let it slip away What about love I only want to share it with you You might need it some day

I can't tell you what you're feeling inside And I can't sell you what you don't want to buy Something's missing and you got to Look back on your life You know something here just ain't right

What about love Don't you want someone to care about you What about love Don't let it slip away What about love I only want to share it with you

What about love Don't you want someone to care about you What about love Don't let it slip away What about love I only want to share it with you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KE5GGMhmo-M&NR=1

NorseLady · Date: 2011-01-04 01:03 EST

Standing on the pier at the Rolig Strand, lifts her voice in song:

~Take the wave now and know that you're free, Turn your back on the land face the sea, Face the wind now so wild and so strong, When you think of me, Wave to me and send me a song.

Don't look back when you reach the new shore, Don't forget what you're leaving me for, Don't forget when you're missing me so, Love must never hold, Never hold tight, but let go.

Oh the nights will be long, When I'm not in your arms, But I'll be in your song, That you sing to me, across the sea. Somehow, someday, you will be far away, So far from me and maybe one day, I will follow you, And all you do, 'Til then, send me a song.

When the sun sets the water on fire, When the wind swells the sails of your hire, Let the call of the bird on the wind, Calm your sadness and loneliness, And then start to sing to me, I will sing to you, If you promise to send me a song.

I walk by the shore and I hear, Hear your song come so faint, And so clear, And I catch it, a breath on the wind, And I smile and I sing you a song, I will send you a song... I will sing you a song, I will sing to you... If you promise to send me a song.~

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rh-q8RNLr3Q&feature =related

NorseLady · Date: 2011-01-18 06:21 EST

As she turns her light blue gaze toward the evening Winter sky, to look upon one of RhyDin's two moons, recalls that fateful night so many centuries ago when everything changed.

See her how she flies Golden sails across the sky Close enough to touch But be careful if you try Though she looks as warm as gold The moon's a harsh mistress The moon can be so cold.

Once the sun did shine And Lord, it felt so fine The moon a phantom rose Through the mountains and the pines And then the darkness fell The moon's a harsh mistress It's hard to love her well.

I fell out of her eyes I fell out of her heart I fell down on my face I tripped and I missed my star God, I fell and I fell alone The moon's a harsh mistress And the sky is made of stone.

The moon's a harsh mistress She's hard to call your own.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUpi-CIMGi0

NorseLady · Date: 2011-02-05 17:02 EST

Upon hearing the Call of Rau"r late last evening, Shy immediately departed the Red Dragon Inn and went to meet with her fiercely loyal crewman. The information he imparted was undeniably important. Substantial in its entirety, it was imperative that she gather the Wild for an emergency meeting.

After telling Rau"r that he is to accompany her to the 'special place,' where they will await the others to congregate, sends out her own distinct Call; ancient in its essence and binding them to her.

A long time ago she inquired what they heard when she sends out her Call. Each one, separately, gave the same reply, and it pleased her greatly, for she is their Alpha:

"Jeg h'rer din stemme ved vinden Og jeg h'rer deg kaller mitt navn.

"'Lytt, mitt barn,' du si til meg, Jeg am desto stemmen av din historie V're ikke redd, komm f"lge meg Svare mitt kalle, og Jeg vil set du fri. . .

"I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain I am the voice of your hunger and pain I am the voice that always is calling you I am the voice, I will remain

"I am the voice in the fields when the summer's gone The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long I am the force that in springtime will grow

"I am the voice of the past that will always be Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

"I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain I am the voice of your hunger and pain I am the voice that always is calling you I am the voice

"I am the voice of the past that will always be I am the voice of your hunger and pain I am the voice of the future I am the voice, I am the voice I am the voice, I am the voice!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch"v=onbN5ObabPs

NorseLady · Date: 2011-05-30 18:25 EST

After weeks at Sea, and particularly after battling a tempest the night before, land is finally spotted. Course is set for the large island where they shall eventually remain a fortnight.

During this stopover many of her crew are becoming nostalgic; some for RhyDin, others for Norge. Several skirmishes begin to break out between a few of the Wild. Now because of these sentimental yearnings and the potential problems that can arise, preventative measures must be taken to hinder further disharmony amongst them. As their Leder, she will certainly do her best to calm the waters.

So one evening, around the campfire, after they enjoyed their fill of food and are simply relaxing, she quietly says. . .

"There's a calm surrender To the rush of day When the heat of the rolling world Can be turned away An enchanted moment And it sees me through It's enough for this restless warrior Just to be with you

"And can you feel the love tonight" It is where we are It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer That we got this far And can you feel the love tonight How it's laid to rest" It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best

"There's a time for everyone If they only learn That the twisting kaleidoscope Moves us all in turn There's a rhyme and reason To the wild outdoors When the heart of this star-crossed voyager Beats in time with yours

"And can you feel the love tonight" It is where we are It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer That we got this far And can you feel the love tonight How it's laid to rest" It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best

"It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyXk4eXV5tE&feature =related

NorseLady · Date: 2011-06-20 18:23 EST

It was only a matter of time before one of the younger (and seemingly love-sick) crewmen was going to be teased by several of his older compatriots. Shy did nothing to prevent the good-natured jesting, as it is a part of their cultural traditions. Just as long as it did not get out of hand and lead to brawling.

The teasing takes place around the campfire (naturally). Suddenly, the seasoned warriors break out in song. Poor Geiri, he learns the hard way not to mope around and continually speak about the young woman with whom he is smitten. His face is beet-red by the time the last verse is sung.

However, the hearty laughter and strong clapping on his shoulders afterwards prove they are only being his brothers-in-arms and to not take it too seriously.

Don't wish it away Don't look at it like it's forever Between you and me I could honestly say That things can only get better

And while I'm away Dust out the demons inside And it won't be long Before you and me run To the place in our hearts Where we hide

I guess that's why They call it the blues Time on my hands Could be time spent with you Oh, laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers I guess that's why They call it the blues

Just stare into space Oh, picture my face in your hands Live for each second without hesitation And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you More than I love life itself

I guess that's why They call it the blues Time on my hands Could be time spent with you Oh, laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers I guess that's why They call it the blues

Wait on me girl Cry in the night if it helps But more than ever I simply love you More than I love life itself

And I guess that's why They call it the blues Time on my hands Could be time spent with you Oh, laughing like children, living like lovers Rolling like thunder under the covers I guess that's why They call it the blues

Laughing like children Living like lovers I guess that's why They call it the blues

Laughing like children Living like lovers I guess that's why They call it the blues

I guess that's why They call it the blues!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6Rph1l14p0&feature =related

NorseLady · Date: 2012-03-01 03:52 EST

Mister Hudson has finally insisted that I explain the reason I do not wish to see him during particular times each month. Does he truly want to be around me on the natt of the seventh dag of Mars" It seems so. Very well, if he is going to be a stubborn mann then he needs to know the facts. The full moon (also known as a lover's moon) is born within fourteen to fifteen dags after a new moon is conceived. This period marks the beginning of a grand harvesting; complete with inexplicable secrets. Those 'f'dt' during this time are said to live an extended life. This is due to the full force of the moon's brimming o'er with magical elements. Dangerous elements, too. Ja, the e'ening is bathed in a brighter light than usual but, there is always the darkness. He needs to protect himself, or else be absolutely sure that he wants my kind of 'kyss'.

Oh! How the Wild run rampant during this shining! Kan ikke Kjempe M?neskinn

NorseLady · Date: 2012-04-12 20:24 EST

How intriguing that she hears this particular song, at this point in time, while adventuring with friends in the other realm. Sung by the very same Elvish woman who gave her the lyrics to other musical pieces that paralleled her life circumstances decades ago.

Perhaps the woman is a Seer after all" That thought has crossed the Seafaring Warrior's mind on more than one occasion. One thing is for sure ....Fate is playing its hand, again.

Begge Sider N?

NorseLady · Date: 2012-06-09 15:02 EST

I have kom to think of this as 'our' song, Mister Grynyrd's and mine.

He first sang it to me at least a month ago, in an abandoned shoppe in the marketplace. The door was left unlocked for some reason, and I do not recall exactly hvorfor we went inside. 'Tis a small matter, howe'er, since hva is important is that we did enter the building. And we danced.

To this dag, the rhythm calls to me. It touches something deep in my hjerte og Sjel.

St' Ved Meg

NorseLady · Date: 2012-06-18 08:34 EST

Time spent in the other realm hjelping friends in their battles takes a humongous toll on me; more than I am willing to let on. They do not need to know about it, not yet. I willingly answer their cries for my aide. Howe'er, the toll affects me in every possible way: mind, body and soul. It lasts for hours, sometimes dags. Hva lies at the core of the toll tries to strike me down, to tear me asunder fra the inside out. To lay me bare until I beg for mercy. It feeds on my insecurities, and regurgitates them a hundred fold. When I return to RhyDin I silently continue in this tremendously difficult and highly intimate struggle against the grievous price I pay for responding to those pleas for assistance. And then I see him. He smiles and greets me, although he still seems distant; it does nought to assuage my apprehensions. He has no idea this is what I want to say: Eklipse av Hjerte

But I hold back the words. I am strong of fortitude. I am Norsk.

NorseLady · Date: 2012-09-14 01:00 EST

When she is absolutely positive that he is fast asleep, and there is no chance of him simply pretending to slumber, very quietly sings this tender, heartfelt song.

Perhaps he will dream about walking hand-in-hand with her along the beach. It certainly is a pleasant thought.

Those three little (yet very important) words continue to be held back during the waking hours. But one day soon, they shall be spoken.

Gj"r at du F"ler Deg Min Kj"rlighet

Rage and Shadow · Date: 2012-10-26 16:24 EST

Many times he has walked hand in hand with Shy down the streets, along the paths, and through the woods of RhyDin. Other times they have walked together where there are no trails at all. Many times he has come to the end of a sidewalk with her while walking through town. When he heard this song, he thought of their walks together. He would like to walk with her and smell the peppermint wind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzyKQVxDXIY&feature =fvwrel

Rage and Shadow · Date: 2012-12-12 10:52 EST

When they are alone back at his cabin, it seems this song went through both of their minds. It really is freezing out there, and he would like her to stay. He had not thought the wine was that strong.

"Baby, it's cold outside."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FTNheCEUP_A

NorseLady · Date: 2012-12-15 02:44 EST

This week of WinterFest has me singing this song on more than one occasion. I like it when Viktor joins in with me because he has an excellent deep-toned singing voice, e'en though he claims otherwise.

I adore hearing it.

Det Begynner a se Mye Som Jul

NorseLady · Date: 2012-12-17 08:05 EST

'Tis nei secret that I enjoy the tunes this Season brings. I do not have just one favourite song o'er the others. 'Twould be like me saying I like my right eye better than my left.

So here is another Jul song I especially prefer listening to during this time of the year.

I like the sound of drums.

Liten Trommeslager Gutt

NorseLady · Date: 2012-12-17 08:32 EST

Naturlig liker jeg denne sangen om tre skip. Her er to forskjellige versjoner. B'de er fantastisk.

Julie Andrews

NorseLady · Date: 2013-01-12 02:15 EST

Mister Grynyrd and I enjoy singing this song e'ery na and again when we are on our Vinter dates.

Slede Ride

Rage and Shadow · Date: 2013-01-25 15:47 EST

The words are said between Victor and Shy now. Those three little powerful words.

She gives me crazy love.

NorseLady · Date: 2013-02-06 14:58 EST

Because Victor requested it, plays a song for him on her flute. It is one of the first tunes she learned. At least he has the benefit of listening to a refined, skilled flutist. The beautiful music floats easily from the wind instrument. Unlike those early years.

Greensleeves

NorseLady · Date: 2013-02-06 16:54 EST

The handsome Garou asks for another tune after they finish reminiscing about the songs she and her crew played on Christmas Eve, for their relatives and friends. Naturally, she inquires if he wants to hear one from that night.

The beautiful music to her ears" His voice, as he sings along.

Stille Natt

Following that mellow song, switches over to another piece; this tune is a bit more lively. Some who hear it are amused, and equate it to something humorous. What is that something" She is clueless.

V'ren Sang

NorseLady · Date: 2013-02-12 14:50 EST

Being shot in the leg a few weeks ago does nothing to deter her from enjoying whatever time she spends with the Garou. In fact, the incident brought them closer together.

Now it has become a special time for the two courting; cherished moments when they relax in front of the fireplace enjoying each others company while sipping hot cocoa; when he reads a story to her, and she plays a song for him.

This is the first tune Victor heard her play, on the pan flute.

Min Hjerte Vil G" P?

NorseLady · Date: 2013-02-17 16:55 EST

The Tango is such a sensuous dance. The rhythm truly is exciting and provocative, reaching to ones very core. A lovers dance. 'Tis one of my favourites.

When Viktor and I tango I see nei one else on the dance floor, but him.

Assassin's Tango

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NorseLady · Date: 2013-03-16 18:56 EST

A good time to listen to Hawaiian music is during a blizzard, as far as Shy is concerned. The songs of the Islands definitely help transport her to a warmer place in her minds-eye. A tropical paradise; such a beautiful and grand destination for her and Victor!

Tiny Bubbles & Pearly Shells

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NorseLady · Date: 2013-04-28 16:47 EST

I am tenkning Mister Grynyrd mayhap like these songs. Especially the one by The Zombies.

Turn, Turn, Turn

Time of the Season

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NorseLady · Date: 2013-05-18 17:32 EST

En annen sang jeg liker, og jeg er sikker p" at Herr Grynyrd vil v're enig det er en godt melodi!

Danse i m?neskinn

Rage and Shadow · Date: 2013-05-23 15:55 EST

When Victor dances with Shy it is always a showcase of powerfully expressive movements of passion and skill. Fiercely happy smiles come over their faces as they dance together.

Sway

NorseLady · Date: 2013-05-26 03:57 EST

The man's next song made me smile because it reminds me of being with Viktor. I wrote down the lyrics, and I hope Mister Grynyrd's feelings match mine when he reads them.

I am going to the musikk shoppe i morgen to see if they have the record. If so, I am going to purchase it!

Latter i Regnet

Cooper Hudson · Date: 2013-05-31 11:23 EST

Lately Shy's been on his mind. Alot of recollections and good times spent with each other. He can't help but grin when picturing her face, especially her dimpled smile.

When You Say Nothing At All

NorseLady · Date: 2013-07-11 02:48 EST

It has been a long day, and a longer night for Shy.

A good place to do some serious thinking is at the Rolig Strand. It is where she now strolls barefoot along the soft sand ....where the ocean gently breaks upon the shore. Shy pauses to watch the ebb and flow of water as it washes over her feet, then retreats. A few minutes later she continues her journey down the beach to the pier.

Stepping up onto the long dock the female Viking casually makes her way toward the opposite end, stopping two planks away from the edge. It is here that she looks out over the moonlit sea. A song surfaces and she begins to sing.

Before long a second voice joins hers in beautiful harmony. She immediately recognizes the young lads voice; it is Pehr's. Her deceased son.

Dr"mme En Dr?m

When the night is still And the sea is calm Lonely shadow, you fall upon me

Lay by my side Fear not tonight Lonely shadow, you'll find a new light

Dream a dream And see through angels eyes A place where we can fly away

Ride with me upon a shining star, Above the moonlit sky We will find Elysium

Hear the nightingale Sing a lullaby Lonely shadow, you'll find a new light

Dawn will be kind, All will be bright, Lonely shadow, rise from the darkness

Dream a dream And see through angels eyes A place where we can fly away

Ride with me upon a shining star Above the moonlit sky once more

Dream a dream And see through angels eyes A place where we can fly away

Dream a dream And see through angels eyes A place where we can fly away

Elysium

NorseLady · Date: 2013-11-30 05:54 EST

Instrumentals can be found throughout Shy's expanding LP record collection, slotted in here and there on the bookcase shelf where she keeps the albums in alphabetical order. Nearly two weeks have passed since she and Victor danced to the songs on the record she now holds in her hand. That time adage sure seems to be true.

Once again she places the large vinyl disc on the phonograph. When the first beautiful melody begins she smiles, and soon she is dancing with an invisible partner.

Kj"rlighet Er Bl"

Noe T"pelig

La Chanson De Lara

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NorseLady · Date: 2014-02-23 00:52 EST

As of late Shy has been experiencing a plethora of dreams; many more than usual, or what she considers to be an above average number for herself during slumber. Some of those visions bring her joy, others sorrow. Some leave her with a feeling of foreboding, while others give her a sense of relief.

Then there is that one recurring dream (perhaps it should be considered a nightmare) that causes despair. She remembers it with surprising clarity during her waking hours. But even when things appear hopeless, she is not about to give up. Because, that goes against her ways.

And just today, while visiting the music store, she came across a long-playing record album by a man named Frank Sinatra. One of the song titles intrigued her, and so she purchased the LP. The song is exactly how she thinks and feels.

Umulig Dr"mmen

NorseLady · Date: 2014-05-14 00:38 EST

It has been raining quite a bit, so this is the perfect time to play her most recent purchase from the music store. The beat always makes her want to dance, and she usually does it without constraint. Tr'st and Sjanse seem to enjoy watching her, too, as she moves rhythmically to the tune.

Jeg Elsker et Regnfull Natt

NorseLady · Date: 2014-07-26 08:45 EST

Just as Shy arrives at her pub and is about to enter, a special delivery messenger calls out to her from a little ways down the cobblestone road. It seems the female Viking is the recipient of a package. An unexpected one.

After scrawling her name on the piece of paper the messenger insists she must sign, bids him a courteous farewell, then takes the flat, square package inside her drinking establishment. A nod and smile to the bartender/bouncer, Gunnar, before heading upstairs to her office. It is there that she removes the brown paper wrapping to find a (45 rpm) record. No note inside the cardboard container indicating who the record is from, nor a return address.

Well now, she cannot listen to it until after she returns to her log home. Surely, it will be the first thing she does. Guaranteed.

You'll Be In My Heart

NorseLady · Date: 2014-08-10 14:53 EST

"varr passed the first two tests without much difficulty. However, he is finding the third trial much harder to complete. Exhaustion is starting to take its toll. He needs to rest for a bit and asks Shy if it is all right to take a breather even though he has not yet finished the ordeal.

According to the ways the eighteen year old is allowed to have three respites. Shy is not surprised his first request came at this particular juncture. She watches "varr intently while he plops himself down onto the white sand, then rolls over onto his back. Her gaze drifts to the young mans father, George. She can see beyond the large Norseman's stoic facade, and knows he is concerned. He has every right to be.

Just as she is going to say something comforting to Olafsson "varr makes a quiet inquiry to her crew. Or mayhap he is asking the twinkling stars in the midnight sky"

"Who is she, really?"

A hush falls over the gathering, and the Wild turn their eyes upon Shylah.

Oh! She will answer, but it probably will not help. A dimpled smile forms as she gestures to Nils to begin playing the hardingfele. She knows the others will join in.

Shy sings about The Sky and The Dawn and The Sun.

When the music abruptly ends Shy softly says, "Hvem am I" I am the Midnattsol. The Midnight Sun."

Should "varr complete all of the required tests to her satisfaction he definitely will receive another answer to that inquiry.

(tbc)

NorseLady · Date: 2014-12-06 18:22 EST

Silently, George kneels next to his second-born son; the boy is spent and sprawled out on the white sand trying to catch his breath after that last grueling test. The ordeal has finally ended, and Olafsson should be very proud of "varr.

The Leder of the Norsk Dronning is pleased and satisfied with the outcome of the nights trial. There was only one instance when it had been touch-and-go for the lad. But, the eighteen year old did not give up. He gathered his inner strength and fought through the tough situation. "varr is surely fit to be one of her crew should he still want the position.

Shy asks Stigardrsson one more time if it remains his desire.

"It does!"

A wolfish smile forms upon her lips as the Wild immediately begin cheering. Some of her crew pound on their bodhr"ns while others stomp their feet. Shy simply nods at "varr, then indicates he should join the others gathered 'round the campfire.

Even though "varr is quite weary, he continues to prove himself to her and the others by refusing his father's help in standing up. Shy sees the determination and passion in his eyes. It is a good thing that he has such moxie.

"You have earned the right to know hvem I am."

Now Shy is known by many names in her homeland. However, there is one above all others that means much more than the rest. It is this name that she softly speaks. . .

"I am the Vinter Ulv."

(tbc)

NorseLady · Date: 2014-12-08 12:07 EST

"varr's eyes are wide and his mouth is agape. An elbow jab to the ribs (from George) takes care of that little faux pas, and brings the eighteen year old to his senses. On bended knee Stigardrsson bows his head, displaying respect and submission to Shy.

"Your Far has spoken at length to you about the ways. Na 'tis time you learn hva has been kept hidden fra you. Rise "varr, and prepare to take your place amongst your br'drene."

Ulv Blod

(tbc)

NorseLady · Date: 2014-12-08 13:18 EST

Undergoing the ordeal has been compared to being as 'slow as mosasses in January'. Nevertheless it has its rewards. Exceptional ones.

The induction is now complete. Dawn is soon approaching. The time has arrived for her newest crew member to take his leave with the others, and so Shy ends the ceremony.

"Go na, "varr. Join the Wild in celebration."

She wonders if Stigardsson will fall asleep halfway through drinking a tankard of mead, simply out of sheer exhaustion. Perhaps he will not even imbibe that much before his head meets the table.

Part of the Pack

Rage and Shadow · Date: 2015-01-27 10:31 EST

In Victor's eyes, Shy is the most wonderful part of his life.

NorseLady · Date: 2015-01-30 20:47 EST

Shy abruptly awakens from a very confusing, and a bit disturbing, dream. She does not fully understand it at this time. Perhaps she never will. Or mayhap she will find the answer if the Norns choose to reveal it.

Skyfall

NorseLady · Date: 2015-02-19 10:27 EST

Shy always enjoys learning new words, and this one is now her favourite. It is definitely the biggest word she has ever heard. She does not mind sounding precocious.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

NorseLady · Date: 2015-03-06 00:12 EST

Earlier today (5th of March) Shy saw "varr, the newest member of her crew, playing his guitar and singing to a group of teenagers. She paused to listen to his song, and could not help but to chortle. After all, he would know!

Bad Moon Rising

NorseLady · Date: 2015-06-27 10:00 EST

While horseback riding a far distance out in the countryside, on her way to visit with her good friend Breda, Shy came across a musical gathering. She decides to watch and listen for awhile. She is very glad that she did.

A Whiter Shade of Pale

NorseLady · Date: 2015-10-06 11:08 EST

Shy can tell some of the younger members of her crew are feeling a bit unsettled. Their feelings of unrest increase with the passing of each Oktober day. This is not unusual, and it is expected. Especially knowing the number of years that have gone by.

Shy will do her best to ease the building tempest. A Call goes out to the Wild, telling them to gather deep in the forest, at the special meeting spot, where the ritual shall take place. The time has come for styrkeskikk.

Ancient Storm

NorseLady · Date: 2015-12-05 05:44 EST

Time spent wrapping holiday gifts is something Shy truly enjoys. She never views it as a chore, but sees it more as a creative outlet. Armed with rolls of decorative holiday paper, a multitude of ribbons and bows in assorted colours, scissors, and tape, she begins the fun process.

While in the midst of the pleasurable activity Shy begins to hum a delightful Norwegian folk tune. It tells the tale of mice preparing for Christmas. The parents warn their children to stay away from the mouse trap.

Musevisa

Musevisa (The Mouse Song) English Translation
When nights are getting longer, and lakes will freeze to ice;
Mother Mouse warns strongly about a foul device:
"If we avoid the mouse trap, we'll have naught to fear
We'll all be celebrating at Christmas time this year."

Chorus:
Hey and howdy and toodeladdeloo!
A Merry Christmas season is good for me and you!
Hey and howdy and toodeladdeloo!
A Merry Christmas season is good for me and you!

Mother Mouse is busy, she is a tidy soul
She'll clean the walls and ceiling in this cozy little hole
As young mice dance a polka, their tails sweep out the place
A grubby house at Christmas is a positive disgrace.

Chorus

And finally the evening, the youngsters all await
They know they'll have permission to stay up very late
A toe-less boot is spruced up with nails that they have found
And then some flimsy cobwebs which they can drape around.

Chorus

Father Mouse now tells them that they should form a ring
"Let's dance around this old boot and hear our Granny sing
Each mouse should use its right paw to take its neighbour's tail
Then listen as Old Granny sings a lovely fairy tale."

Chorus

A tasty hazel nut will make a splendid Christmas feast
A rather tiny tidbit, but that is not the least
There's sticky candy paper, a spicy Yuletide ham
They all can savour its bouquet, and taste some apple jam.

Chorus

Old Granny's Christmas present is a brand-new rocking chair
A hollowed-out potato which her kin have gnawed with flair
Now Granny starts her singing, the youngsters sing along
They always love to join her in their favourite Christmas song.

Chorus

Old Granny's getting tired, soon comes the early dawn.
As morning is approaching she cannot help but yawn:
"Christmas is a lot of fun for each and every mouse
Be careful of the mousetraps in this trap-infested house!"

Chorus

And Grandmother says gravely, "It's time to take a nap.
Just dream about the Yuletide and not that awful trap."
While Father Mouse is keeping watch, the children try to sleep.
They hum some Christmas carols instead of counting sheep.

Chorus:
Hey and howdy and toodeladdeloo!
A Merry Christmas season is good for me and you!
Hey and howdy and toodeladdeloo!
A Merry Christmas season is good for me and you!

NorseLady · Date: 2016-01-11 21:01 EST

On her way to visit Victor at his shop, Half-Moon Furnishings, Shy decides to stop in for a few minutes at the White Stag Pub to make sure all is well, and to see if Gunnar (or whomever is on duty) needs anything. Not long after entering she hears a song playing on a communications device that one of the male customers has in hand while he sits at the end of the bar. Glancing at the man's cell phone as she passes by, the female Viking realizes it is one of those 'music videos' others have spoken about just last year. It is a sad song to her ears, and has her thinking about the past for the third time today.

Hallo

NorseLady · Date: 2016-01-16 16:45 EST

The Call to the Wild has been sent out, and Shy's crew immediately heed their alpha's Call by gathering at the secret meeting place deep in the woods of her territory. While waiting for their leader to arrive they begin singing one of their favourite songs; one of the men pretends to be the female victim of those lyrics.

Shy silently stands in the shadows of the forest casually observing her crew as they entertain themselves while biding their time. She finds their antics extremely amusing, and chooses not to interrupt the goings-on.

Whispering to herself she quips, "Hvordan do I get the feeling they have actually sang that to a few unsuspecting females?"

Little Red Riding Hood

Rage and Shadow · Date: 2016-01-27 10:10 EST

Shy and Victor have been having fun with an activity they call the moondance.

NorseLady · Date: 2016-03-08 14:59 EST

Somebody went shopping at the musikk store again. When she has the opportunity (perhaps with good timing, for that is important) she plays the 45 record for Victor. Nei doubt she will sing along with the song, too.

Shy is always happy and eager to do this with him.

I Want To Hold Your Hand

NorseLady · Date: 2016-03-25 02:08 EST

Unable to sleep, and done with tossing and turning, Shy quietly makes her way downstairs to the living room after making the decision to play one of the smaller vinyls from her record collection. She definitely likes the female singer, Barbra.

Kvinne i kjærlighet

NorseLady · Date: 2016-12-02 13:35 EST

What a marvelous day for an adventure. A special carriage ride to a countryside village where they will attend an amusing skit about Norge. Shy's best friend Breda will be portraying a woman named Sigrid.

Breda had covertly informed Shy that the children will be hearing about the Julenissen and some of the other Yule traditions of their homeland. She is well aware that Shy has been handing down the tales and information to her family over the years.

Now Shy is just as excited as the children are to see the production, which helps in keeping the Norwegian tale of the Nissen alive!

Sigrid og Julenissen

NorseLady · Date: 2017-03-03 10:16 EST

It has been a while since she last visited the Rolig Strand. She should not have waited so long. As she steps up, placing her booted foot onto that first weather-worn wooden plank of the pier, she realizes that repairs are going to be needed once Spring finally settles in. Graceful strides continue toward the end of the long dock, coming to a halt just two planks away from the waters edge. It is here that she takes a light lean against the ash-coloured railing. Her gaze scans the horizon, as if she is looking for one of her Viking longships in the distance.

A familiar, albeit faint sound from the beach has her glancing to her right. Oh! A nod to the young wolf that is patiently standing in a spot where the long, tan grass meets the soft white sand. A meeting of the minds takes place as they continue to stare at each other for several minutes, locked in thoughts. Soon enough the wolf turns and lopes off with a distinct message from the female Viking. A message that will be delivered to the rest of The Wild.

When the Ulv is out of sight her ice-blue gaze drifts to the Sea once again, peering toward the horizon. An ancient song begins to play in her mind; moments later she starts to hum the melody, allowing it to flow across the water. The tune sounds a bit melancholic, yet it holds great mystery and a deep meaning.

And then she begins to sing, "En ravn flyr inn i måneskinnet. Den kalde snø stormen. Han vet at meldingen må ankomme. Riget skal brenne til jorden.

"Hekser og demoner har kommet for å fornekte vår hjemlands skjønnhet og fred. Vi vet at meldingen må ankomme, og kongen i Nord vil stige."

Song of the North

NorseLady · Date: 2017-10-06 13:34 EST

The Harvest Moon's pull is strong, calling to Shy.

She will answer its call, but only after the children are safely tucked into their beds, snuggled warm beneath the covers, and story time is finished. One-by-one, each child is bestowed a tender kiss to their foreheads along with a softly spoken 'godt natt, s"te dr"mer!'

With Hannah there to watch over the youngsters for a couple of hours, Shy takes her leave; a late-night run through the forest until she arrives at the place where she communes with the moon.

Ulven og Månen

NorseLady · Date: 2018-03-12 00:06 EST

Every culture has its folklore and legends. One of Shy's favourite tales comes from the Irish: Tir na nog ("Land of the Young"). It is an enchanted, ancient place. Listen closely, and mayhap you will be invited to that magical realm. Beware, though, magic always comes with a price!

Tir na nog

NorseLady · Date: 2018-05-02 13:06 EST

Evaluating her life thus far, with all of its ups and downs, trials and tribulations, Shy comes across another song that fits the way she feels. Nei doubt she will sing along, and teach it to her children!

Troen på Hjertet

NorseLady · Date: 2019-06-24 16:35 EST

'Twas the fifth day into our journey traversing the strange land that has two moons, searching for a lost child. Just as twilight was approaching one of the Wild took a nap by the campfire he had built several minutes beforehand. A few of the men were going to awaken him but they changed their minds for a reason they decided not to share. It was a small matter to me, especially since the slumbering one abruptly awoke and relayed that he had a very unsettling dream. Encouraged into recounting it....this is what we learned:

Disturbed

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