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is a woman that you forsake her? and the hearth fire, and the home-acre? to go with the old, grey Widow-Maker?
She has no house to lay a guest in but one chill bed for all to rest in that the pale suns and the stray bergs nest in She has no strong white arms to fold you but the ten times fingering weeds to hold you out on the rocks where the tide has rolled you Yet, when the signs of Summer thicken and the ice breaks and the birch-buds quicken yearly you turn from our side and sicken Sicken again for the shouts and the slaughters you steal away to the lapping waters and look at your ship in her winter quarters You forget our mirth, and talk at the tables the kine in the shed and the horse in the stables to pitch her sides and go over her cables... Then you drive out where the storm clouds swallow and the sound of your oar-blades, falling hollow is all we have left through the months to follow Ah...but what is a woman that you forsake her? and the hearth fire, and the home-acre? to go with the old, grey Widow-maker? * STAND UP, STAND UP FOR ODIN -Robert Cook tune: "Stand Up For Jesus" Stand up! Stand up for Odin, you warriors of the beard! lift high the Raven Banner that half the world has feared! From Angleland to far Vinland shall sound the Warrior's Cry Till every foe is vanquished, and Odin reigns most high! March forth with steel flashing beneath the naked Sun and never stand at rest again 'til all the World is won! Let scarlet sword his symbol carve in every nation's sod 'Til every man still breathing stands up for OdinGod! Let ships with prows of Dragons the mighty oceans cleave and every land not Odin's our crimson gifts receive
let Raven Banners fill the sky where every man has trod And all the soil beneath them belong to OdinGod!
2 Stand up! Stand up for Odin, you Warriors of the North! With silver swords a-flashing to victory go forth! From Angleland to far Vinland our joyous conquest lead 'Til every foe is vanquished, and Odin's Lord, indeed! * NUDE -W.J.Bethancourt III -Ed Hirt copyright 1982 W.J.Bethancourt III and Ed Hirt tune: Men of Harlech What the use of wearing panties whalebone corsets of your Auntie's boxer shorts and other scanties best of all is nude there's such fun in going bra-less now that it's no longer lawless 'specially if your figure's flawless best of all is nude nude is what you're born in shirts are never torn in underwear and lacy flimsies, garter belts and other whimsies yards of itchy cloth to put your form in ducks all do it, maidens rue it even ancient Picts in Britain blue it going naked's how to do it best of all is nude! If your garters aren't elastic tie them up in knots fantastic (panty hose is something drastic!) best of all is nude! If you're tired of wearing clotheses shed your garment 'mongst the roses never mind the old bluenoses best of all is nude! Nude is best for ducking! Worst for horses bucking! Moonlit nights will see such sights that are very best for fooling round .....and elbows! Nudity is grand to see a well-known antidote to virginity take your clothes off and you'll see: best of all is nude! *
3 * CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE copyright 1984 W. J. Bethancourt III recorded: CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE WTP-0002 tune: "Same Old Man/Leatherwing Bat" Hi said the Norn, sittin in the sand once I talked to a great Grey Man spun three times and said with a sigh hadn't been for the Runes had his other eye! Chorus: hi diddle i diddle i day hi diddle i diddle i diddle ay hi di diddle i diddle i day fol the dink a dum diddle do di day Hi said the Lady, dressed in green prettiest thing I've ever seen she went down underneath the hill and came back out of her own free will Brian Boru, on Irish ground walked three times the Island round Norsemen came lookin for a fight just another Irish Saturday night! Hi said Lugh on the banquest night a poet and a player and a good wheelwright a harper and a warrior and none the least: a Druid and he got in to the Feast! Harold Haardrada's face was red! Came to Britain and he wound up dead Stamford Bridge is where he's found got six feet of English ground the Legion with it's Eagles bright marched into the Pictish night met them there upon the sand gave em up to the Wicker Man! eight-legged steed and hound of Hel the one-eyed Man, he loves ya well fire burn and fire spark are you then feared of the dark? The Circle forms, the Circle flows the Circle goes where no man knows Hail to the Lady, one in three: Present is Past and Past is Me! Rhiannon's Birds are still in flight all thru the Day all thru the Night Hail to the Lady, one in Three Present is Past and Past is Thee!
4 CELTIC CIRCLE DANCE (cont.) Hi said the Lady dressed in white sang the Day and sang the Night sang the Land and sang the Sea sang the Song, and then sang Me! Salt and oil and mirror bright fire and fleet and candlelight by fin and feather, leaf and tree, fill the cup and blessed be! From the misty crystal sea came the Lady to the lea Sword and Roses in Her Hand spread their seeds thruout the Land Came the Stag from oaken wood saw the Lady where she stood by the fire burning bright came to know his heart's delight! By Sword and Harp, and Irish Hound Blessed Be: the Day I've found Hail to the Lady, one in Three Present is Past and Past is WE By Oak and Ash and Holy Thorn Blessed be the Day you're born! Fire burn and fire bright walk in safety thru the night * FAIRIES LOVE SONG -Anonymous Why should I sit and sigh Broo and bracken, broo and bracken Why should I sit and sigh All alone and weary When I see the plover rising Or the curlew wheeling It's then I'll court my mortal lover Back to me is stealing When the moon begins her waning I sit by the water Where a man born of the sunlight Loved the Faerie's daughter Oh, but there is something wanting O but I am weary Coming blithe, now bonny treads he O'er the knolls to cheer me
5 * THE BARD'S SONG -W.J.Bethancourt III (c) copyright 1990 W.J.Bethancourt III (Tune: "Dublin City") As I walked out one quiet evening At the hour of twelve at night Who should I meet but a fair young maiden Combin' her hair by candle light; Lassie, I have come a-courtin' Your kind favours for to win And if you'd heed my petition I would be your Paladin... (CHORUS) Gather roses in the Springtime Gather roses while ye may, Time is passing; roses wither; Winter comes; we're here -today-. Have you seen the dew a-formin' On the grass at early morn? Have you seen the forest quiet, Or a stag that's barely born? Have you seen the dawn a-breakin' O'er the Western Ocean's tide? Have you felt my heart a-beatin' When it's held close to your side? I can give no gold or silver, I can give no fields of land, I can give no servants brisk To wait on you both foot and hand; I can give you wide roads callin' Wind and Rain, and Moon and Sun, Songs to sing, and love and laughter, Dresses made of plain home-spun. Come dance with me upon the greensward in the moonlight, in the Spring. Dance with me within the forest Dance with me within the ring! Earth below us, stars above us, Fire and water by our side, Dance with me within the moonlight, Dance with me, and be my Bride! *
6 * ALL THRU THE NIGHT While the Moon her watch is keeping all thru the night While the weary world is sleeping all thru the night O'er thy spirit gently stealing, Visions of delight revealing Breathes a pure and holy feeling all thru the night Though this Bard must roam full lonely My true harp shall sing praise only Love's soft dream, alas, is over Yet my strains of love shall hover Near the Presence of my Lover Hark! A solemn bell is ringing Thou, my King are heavenward winging Earthly dust from off Thee shaken Soul immortal shalt thou waken With thy last, dim journey taken Neath this Stone my King is sleeping Stars around Him softly sweeping Once and Future King preserving Britain's Saviour there reserving All around him Stars observing all thru the night Holl am ran-tire sehr thuh wed-ont ahr heed ah nos Dum-ar forth ee vro go-gawn-yont ahr heed ah nos Gol-i ar-all you tuh wull ooch ee are thang os gweer bred vairtch-ooch tie-leer nave oith m'yoon thu-wail-ooch ahr heed ah nos note: The last verse is phonetic Welsh. "ll" is pronounced by putting the tip of your tongue to the roof of your mouth, and saying "h" and "l" at the same time...sort of. "ch" is pronounced as German. *
7 * TWO MAGICIANS (Child #44) recorded by Steeleye Span "Below the Salt" She looked out of the window, as white as any milk He looked in at the window, as black as any silk (Chorus): Hello, hello, hello, hello you coal black smith You have done me no harm! You never shall have my maidenhead That I have kept so long! I'd rather die a maid, aye, and then she said, And be buried all in my grave, Than to have such a nasty, husky, dusky, fusty, musty coal black smith! A maiden I will die! She became a duck, a duck all in the stream And he became a waterdog, and fetched her back again She became a star, a star all in the night And he became a thundercloud and muffled her out of sight She became a rose, a rose all in the wood And he became a bumblebee and kissed her where she stood She became a nun, a nun all dressed in white And he became a chantry priest to pray for her by night She became a trout, a trout all in the brook And he became a feathered fly, and catched her with his hook She became a quilt, a quilt all on her bed And he became a coverlet, and gained her maidenhead! note: This has MANY variants. See Robert Graves' "The White Goddess" pg. 401! * JOHN BARLEYCORN There were three men come out of the West Their fortunes for to try, And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn should die! John Barleycorn should die! (nb: 4th line of each verse is sung twice) They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, Threw clods upon his head, And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn was dead! CHORUS: Fa la la la, it's a lovely day! Sing fa la la lay oh!
Fa la la la, it's a lovely day! Sing fa la la lay oh!
8 They let him lie for a very long time 'Til the rain from Heaven did fall, Then Little Sir John sprung up his head, And so amazed them all! They let him stand 'til Midsummer tide, 'Til he grew both pale and wan, Then Little Sir John he grew a long beard, And so became a man! They hired men with the sythes so sharp To cut him off at the knee They rolled him and tied him about the waist, And used him barbarously! They hired men with the sharp pitchforks To pierce him to the heart, And the loader he served him worse than that, For he tied him in a cart! They wheeled him around and around the field, 'Til they came to a barn, And there they made a solemn mow Of poor John Barleycorn, They hired men with the crab-tree sticks To strip him skin from bone And the Miller he served him worse than that: For he ground him between two stones! They have wheeled him here and wheeled him there And wheeled him to a barn, And they have served him worse than that They have bunged him in a vat! They have worked their will on John Barleycorn But he lived to tell the tale; For they pour him out of an old brown jug, And they call him home-brewed ale! Here's Little Sir John in a nut-brown bowl, And brandy in a glass! And Little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl Proved the stronger man at last! For the huntsman he can't hunt the fox Nor loudly blow his horn, And the tinker can't mend kettles nor pots Without John Barleycorn! (Note: sing the chorus after every other verse. For SCA use, this song is very effective as a solo performance in the beginning, with more and more people joining the chorus as the High Table is served, ending (preferably) with a presentation of home-made mead or ale.) *
9 * THE FALSE KNIGHT UPON THE ROAD (Child #3) -recorded by Steeleye Span "Oh where are you going to?" said the False Knight upon "Oh I'm going to my school." said the wee boy and still "What is that upon your back?" said the False Knight upon "Ah weel, it is my books!" said the wee boy and still Oh, what have you got there? I have got my bread and cheese! Oh won't you give me some? No, ne'r a bite or crumb! the road he stood the road he stood was on the good staff was on the ship under sands. in my hands! sea. me!
I wish you Yes, and a I wish you And a good
And the ship to sink. An inch away from shore! I think I hear a bell. And it rings you straight to Hell! * NOTTAMUN TOWN -Traditional In Nottamun Town, in Nottamun Town Not a soul would look up not a soul would look down Not a soul would look up, not a soul would look down To show me the way to fair Nottamun Town I bought me a horse t'was called a grey mare Grey mane and grey tail and green stripe on her back Grey mane and grey tail and green stripe on her back Weren't a hair upon her that was not coal black She stood so still threw me to the dirt She tore at my hide, she bruised my shirt From saddle to stirrup I mounted again and on my ten toes I rode over the plain When I got there no one did I see they all stood around me just looking at me i called for a cup to drive gladness away And stifle the dust for it rained the whole day And the King and the Queen and the company more Came a riding behind and a walking before Come a stark naked drummer beating a drum With his hands in his bosom came marching along Sat down on a hard hot cold frozen stone Ten thousand stood round me but I was alone Took my heart in my hand to keep myself warm
Ten thousand was drowned that never was born *
10 * CAMBRIAN DREAM -Gwydion PenDerwyn copyright probably to Nemeton In the mountains of Cambria, by Rhymney's bright stream I have oft slept in heather, and dreamed a bright Dream No mortal could wake me, nor see what I've seen No landscape could ever compare. 'Twas the Land of my Fathers, unfettered, and free Ere the time that the Saxon swept over the Sea When mistletoe grew 'neath the shining Oak Tree No landscape could ever compare! (Chorus): Dreaming of Prydein, asleep on a hill When I awaken, will you be there still? Oh, Island of Poets, my dreams you can fill But never the long waking hours. Mighty Poets and Warriors traversed every road Leaving stories and legends wherever they strode Their pasts are recalled in the humblest abode In tales of the sunnier days. (Chorus) Now my story is ended, my song is all gone I have slept thru the evening, and into the dawn Yet still, I remember your Face, Albion, And your older, and much wiser ways! (Chorus) * SHE MOVED THRU THE FAIRE -Padraic Colum recorded by Theodore Bikel My young love said to me: My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say: It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day! Then she stepped away from me, and she moved thru the Faire And so fondly I watched her move here and move there At last she turned homeward, with one star awake As the Swan in the evening moves over the lake. Last night she came to me, my dead love came in And so soft did she move that her feet made no din She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say: It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day! *
11 * CUP OF WONDER -Ian Anderson recorded: "Songs from the Wood" Jethro Tull copyright 1977 Salamander Music pub. USA: Chrysalis Music Corp. May But For And I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the hour we accept your invitation, and we bring you Beltane's Flower the May Day is the Great Day, strung along the Old Straight Track those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this song that calls them back!
Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the Cup that fills with Red Ask the old grey Standing Stones who show the Sun His way to bed Question all as to their Ways, and learn the Secrets that they hold Walk the lines of Nature's Palm, crossed with Silver and with Gold. (Chorus): Pass Pass Pass Pass the the the the Word, and pass the Lady Plate to all who hunger! Wit of Ancient Wisdom Cup of Crimson Wonder!
Join in Black December's Madness! Lie in August's welcome Corn! Stir the Cup that's ever filling with the Blood of all that's born! For the May Day is the Great Day, strung along the Old Straight Track And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back! * CUP OF WONDER II -variant lyrics by Ioseph of Locksley May But For And I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the Hour I accept your invitation, and I bring you Beltane's Flower the May Day is the Great Day strung along the Old Straight Track those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back!
Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the Sun his way to bed Ask the grey and Standing Stones where last they lay their head Ask the Lady where She's standing, growing young, and growing old Cross the Lines of Nature's Palm, marked with Silver, crossed with Gold For the May Day is the Great Day strung along the Old Straight Track And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this Song that calls them back! Ask the Lady where She's standing in the green and Take the Cup that's ever filling with the Blood of For the May Day is the Great Day, strung along the And those who ancient Lines did Ley will heed this So, pass Pass the Pass the Pass the (repeat verse 1) the Cup, and pass the Lady! Plate to all who hunger! Wit of Ancient Wisdom Cup of Crimson Wonder! growing corn! all that's born! Old Straight Track Song that calls them back!
12 * LORD OF THE DANCE -Gwyddion PenDderwyn, Amy Falkowitz, Ann Case, Len Rosenberg recorded by Joe Bethancourt "Celtic Circle Dance" She The And The danced on the water, and the wind was Her horn Lady laughed, and everything was born when She lit the sun and its' light gave Him birth Lord of the Dance first appeared on the Earth
(Chorus): Dance, dance, where ever you may be I am the Lord of the Dance, you see! I live in you, and you live in Me And I lead you all in the Dance, said He! I I I I danced in the morning when the World was begun danced in the Moon and the Stars and the Sun was called from the Darkness by the Song of the Earth joined in the Song, and She gave Me the Birth!
I dance in the Circle when the flames leap up high I dance in the Fire, and I never, ever, die I dance in the waves of the bright summer sea For I am the Lord of the wave's mystery I sleep in the kernel, and I dance in the rain I dance in the wind, and thru the waving grain And when you cut me down, I care nothing for the pain; In the Spring I'm the Lord of the Dance once again! I dance at the Sabbat when you dance out the Spell I dance and sing that everyone be well And when the dancing's over do not think that I am gone To live is to Dance! So I dance on, and on! I see the Maidens laughing as they dance in the Sun And I count the fruits of the Harvest, one by one I know the Storm is coming, but the Grain is all stored So I sing of the Dance of the Lady, and Her Lord: The Horn of the Lady cast its' sound 'cross the Plain The birds took the notes, and gave them back again Till the sound of Her music was a Song in the sky And to that Song there is only one reply: The moon in her phases, and the tides of the sea The movement of the Earth, and the Seasons that will be Are the rhythm for the dancing, and a promise thru the years That the Dance goes on thru all our joy, and tears We dance ever slower as the leaves fall and spin And the sound of the Horn is the wailing of the wind The Earth is wrapped in stillness, and we move in a trance, But we hold on fast to our faith in the Dance!
13 LORD OF THE DANCE (cont.) The sun is in the southland and the days grow chill And the sound of the horn is fading on the hill 'Tis the horn of the Hunter, as he rides across the plain And the Lady sleeps 'til the Spring comes again The And Now And Sun is in the Southland and the days lengthen fast soon we will sing for the Winter that is past we light the candles and rejoice as they burn we dance the Dance of the Sun's return! in the darkness and they danced in the night on the Earth, and everything was light out the Darkness and they danced in the Dawn of that Dancing is still going on!
They danced They danced They danced And the Day
I gaze on the Heavens and I gaze on the Earth And I feel the pain of dying, and re-birth And I lift my head in gladness, and in praise For the Dance of the Lord, and His Lady gay I dance in the stars as they whirl throughout space And I dance in the pulse of the veins in your face No dance is too great, no dance is too small, You can look anywhere, for I dance in them all! * THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS -Wm. Butler Yeats recorded by Judy Collins I went out to the hazel - wood Because a fire was in my head Cut and peeled a hazel - wand Tied a berry to a thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth - white stars were flickering out I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.......... I had but laid it on the bank And gone to blow the fire a-flame Something rustled in the air Something called me by my name! It had become a glimmering Girl With apple - blossom in her hair Who called me by my name, and ran And vanished in the brightening air........ Though I am old, with wandering Thru hilly lands, and hollow lands; I'll find out where she has gone To seek her lips, to take her handsAnd walk thru long green dappled grass; To pluck 'til Time, and times are done:
The Silver Apples of the Moon; The Golden Apples of the Sun...............
14 * THE CHILDISH EDDA -Bela of Eastmarch, KSCA Ron Ellik -tune: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp" Yggdrasil, where Nine Worlds clash, is a noble piece of ash That shelters Norns and Gods and all that crew There, a Dragon gnaws the base of an Eagle's resting place, And four Harts, a Goat and Squirrel are there too! Frigga took a year or so, and, except for mistletoe Got from everything an Oath for Balder's good Evil Loki wished him harm, so he hired Hodr's arm, And the staff the Blind God threw was kissing-wood! Tyr vowed Fenris-Wolf his hand if he couldn't break the Band That All-Father's wisdom made both light and hefty... Lupine muscles strained away, but the magic held its' sway And from then on, till The Time, they called Tyr "Lefty!" When Thor went out to fish, and he hauled a Jormangandr But Hymr cut the cable, and To brag about the "one that he quickly got his wish, from the Bay. Thor was only able got away..." they didn't show defiance, of his Hammer! and old Grandmaw beat him hollow, katzenjammer!
When Thor called upon the Giants, But they soon got rid of him, and For the sea he could not swallow, And the House-Pet caused an awful Asa-Thor became a "her" And unto a frosty brute But the vittles that he And the chefs at Utgard Each 'Til Loki Plus
for to repossess Mjollnir, his troth did plight; ate would an army more than sate, always rued that night!
God's Apple every day, kept the doctor far away a Giant captured Ydun from their Halls... fetched home Bragi's Bride, with Her health-food store beside, a char-broiled eagle underneath the Walls!
Odin said to Mim: "I think I would sort of like a drink." Answered Mim: "That will cost you your left eye! For you've come up very late to the Well at Wisdom's Gate And the set-up prices, after hours, are high!" Oh, the Giants brought their War up to Bifrost's very Door And the battling wrecked Asgards perfect climeJormungandr, Hel and Fenris dealt out Death in doses generous And, in fighting, did the Aesir pass The Time! *
15 * THE VALKYRIE SONG (Tune: Wagner's "Flight of the Valkyries") We fly through the night skies Flashing our fat thighs, Picking up dead guys; You call this a job? You take the blond guy, I'll take the redhead! Wait, he's not dead yet; Let him go . . . splat! Chorus: Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Woo-oop! Oh-h-h-h-h-h! We're We're We're We're hunting hunting hunting hunting * THE QUEEN OF FAERIE'S FEE -Li Kung Lo (c) copyright 1985 Richard Munroe A ragged vagabond he was, a lady fine was she They walked along the leeward shore on a footpath through the trees They plied their troth to the wind and the stars but a mile from the town Though promised to a lord she was, yet still he laid her down Upon the bracken and the boughs, they made their forest bed And she let down her flaxen hair, and these were the words she said: Lay me down, you wanderer, love me well tonight I'll be leaving with the cock's crow, before the morning light Lay me down in this forest, come and lay here by my side For I'll be gone at daybreak, to be a noble's bride Though untied to the land you are, I'll love you well, quoth she But my lord must never know, for a jealous lord is he They made their tryst, but not alone, for their meeting had been seen Too full of love were they to hear the laugh of the faerie queen She saw these lovers lying so, and an angry queen was she For woodland night is faerie's realm, and love is never free So lay me down, you wanderer, love me well tonight I'll be leaving with the cock's crow, before the morning light Lay me down in this forest, come and give your love to me But know that you may have to pay the queen of faerie's fee (more) the the the the Wabbit! Wabbit! Wabbit! Wabbit!
16 THE QUEEN OF FAERIE'S FEE (cont.) To trespass on my land, she spoke, a pledge you will give me You'll never give your own true love to any man save he And you, a footpad though you are, a man without a home You'll never leave this lass again, no more will your feet roam Their passion burned like faerie fire, the queen she laughed with glee But they cared not, for the light of love was all that they could see So lay me down, oh wanderer, love me well tonight I'll be leaving with the cock's crow, before the morning light Lay me down in this forest come and give your love to me But know that we may have to pay the queen of faerie's fee The queen came forth, her eyes afire, enraptured both were they She kissed them both upon the brow, just e're the break of day They did not stir when daylight came, touched by the morning dew For she was a weeping willow, and he a stately yew And these two trees can still be seen,with their limbs entwined just so And this song can still be heard at the point of Tupelo Lay me down, you wanderer, love me well tonight I'll be leaving with the cock's crow, before the morning light Lay me down in this forest, come and lay here by my side For I'll be gone at daybreak, to be a noble's bride So lay me down, you wanderer, love me for tonight I'll be leaving with the cock's crow, before the morning light Lay me down in this forest, come and give your love to me But know that we will have to pay the queen of Faerie's fee * GOD IS ALIVE, MAGIC IS AFOOT -Leonard Cohen (c) 1966 God is alive.....Magic is afoot...God is alive....magic is afoot... God is afoot.....Magic is alive...Alive is afoot..magic never died! God never sickened. Many poor men lied. Many sick men lied. Magic never weakened. Magic never hid. Magic always ruled. God is afoot. God never died! God was Ruler, though his funeral lengthened. Though His mourners thickened, magic never fled. Though His shrouds were hoisted the naked God did live; Though His words were twisted the naked magic thrived; Though His death was published round and round the world The heart did not believe. Many hurt men wondered. Many struck men bled. Magic never faltered. Magic always led. Many stones were rolled, but God would not lie down! Many wild men lied. Many fat men listened. Though they offered stones, magic still was fed! Though they locked their coffers, God was always served.
Magic is afoot....God is alive.... Alive is afoot....Alive is in command.
17 GOD IS ALIVE/MAGIC IS AFOOT (cont.) Many weak men hungered. Many strong men thrived. Though they boasted solitude, God was at their side. Nor the dreamer in his cell, Nor the captain on the hill: Magic is alive! Though His death was pardoned 'Round and 'round the world, The heart would not believe! Though laws were carved in marble they could not shelter men; Though altars built in Parliaments, they could not order men; Police arrested magic and magic went with them, ah! For magic loves the hungry.... But magic would not tarry, it moves from arm to arm, It would not stay with them; it cannot come to harm: Magic is afoot! It cannot come to harm. It rests in an empty palm. It spawns in an empty mind. But magic is no instrument: magic is the End! Many men drove magic, but magic stayed behind; Many strong men lied. They only passed thru magic and out the other side! Many weak men lied. They came to God in secret and Though they left Him nourished, They would not tell Who healed; Though mountains danced before them They said that God was dead! Though His shrouds were hoisted, the naked God did live! God is alive! Magic is afoot...God is alive... God is alive... Magic is afoot... This I mean to whisper to my mind: This I mean to laugh with in my mind: This I mean my mind to serve 'Til service is but magic, moving thru the world And mind itself is magic, coursing thru the flesh And flesh itself is magic, dancing on a clock, And Time itself, the magic length of God! God is alive...Magic is afoot...Magic is afoot...God is alive.. Magic is alive...God is afoot...Alive is afoot...God never died. Many strong men lied. They only passed thru magic and out the other side! This I mean to whisper to my mind: This I mean to laugh with in my mind: This I mean my mind to serve 'Til service is but magic, moving thru the world And mind itself is magic, coursing thru the flesh And flesh itself is magic, dancing on a clock, And Time itself, the magic length of God! * THE REAL OLD TIME RELIGION tune: "Old Time Religion" (Chorus): Give me that real old time religion (3X) It's good enough for me! We will have a mighty orgy in the honour of Astarte it'll be a mighty party and it's good enough for me! We will sacrifice we will sacrifice Burn a candle for and the Goat With to Yuggoth to Yuggoth Yog-Soggoth a Thousand Young!
18 THE REAL OLD TIME RELIGION (cont) We will all be saved by Mithras We will all be saved by Mithras slay the Bull and play the zithras on that Resurrection Day! I hear Valkyries a-comin In the air their song is comin They forgot the words! They're hummin! But they're good enough for me! We will venerate Bubastis We will venerate Bubastis If you want in, then just ast us! 'cause that's good enough for me! We will all bow down to We will all bow down to Pass your Cup and get a With bold Gilgamesh the Enlil Enlil refill! Brave! If your rising sign is Aries You'll be taken by the Fairies Meet the Buddah in Benares where he'll hit you with a pie! There are people into Voodoo there are people into Voodoo I know I do, I hope you do! and it's good enough for me! We will read from the Kabahlah We will read from the Kabahlah It won't get us to Valhalla But it's good enough for me! There are some who practice Shinto there are some who practice Shinto there's no telling what WE'RE into! but that's good enough for me! We will all sing Hare Krishna We will all sing Hare Krishna It's not mentioned in the Mishna But it's good enough for me! We will all go to Nirvana We will all go to Nirvana Make a left turn at Urbana And you'll see the Promised Land! There will be a lot of lovin when we're meetin in our Coven Quit yer pushin and yer shovin So there's room enough for me! It was good enough for Sappho With her lady on her lap-o She put Lesbos on the map-o With her pagan poetry! Well the Christians all are humming Cause they say their God is coming, Our God came three times this evening And that's good enough for me. Some guys have a circumcision On account of their religion, An embarrassing incision Cut just ENOUGH from me! It was good for old Jehovah He had a son who was a nova! Hey there, Mithras! Move on ova'! Another resurrection Day!
We will all see Aphrodite Though she's pretty wild and flighty She will meet us in her nightie And she's good enough for me! It was good enough for Loki It was good enough for Loki He thinks Thor's a little hokey and that's good enough for me! Here's to those who copy Conan Here's to those who copy Conan They're just Followers of Onan and that's good enough for me! We will have a mighty Party In the honor of Astarte Grab your chiton - don't be tardy 'Cause she's good enough for me! Shall we sing a verse for Venus, Of the Gods she is the meanest, Cause she bit me on my...elbow And it's good enough for me. We will worship like the Druids, Drinking strange fermented fluids, Running naked through the woo-ids, Coz that's good enough for me. We will sing a verse for Loki He's the old Norse god of Chaos Which is why this verse don't rhyme or scan or nothin' But it's good enough for me...
19 THAT REAL OLD TIME RELIGION (cont) It was good for Thor and It was good for Thor and Grab an axe and get your and it's good enough for Odin Odin woad on! me! It could be that you're a Parsi It could be that you're a Parsi Don't need a ticket; you get in free And that's good enough for me!
Azahoth is in his Chaos Azahoth is in his Chaos Now if only he don't sway us That is good enough for me!
Just like Carlos Castenada Just like Carlos Castenada It'll get you sooner or later And that's good enough for me! Jerry Falwell thinks he's sav-ed In a lamb's blood he's been lav-ed And HE thinks that I'M deprav-ed But that's good enough for me... We will all bow down to Dagon We will all bow down to Dagon He still votes for Ronald Reagan And that's good enough for me!
If you think that you'll be sav-ed If you think that you'll be sav-ed If you follow Mogen David Then that's good enough for me! We will sing to Lady Isis She'll stand by us in a crisis And She hasn't raised Her prices And She's good enough for me!
There are those who, when they've got eNormous problems that are knotty They just take them to Hecate Thanks to great Quetzacoatl And that's good enough for me! And his sacred axolotl And his gift of chocolatl Was a time, so I've heard tell, a And please pass some down to me! Fine and promising young fella Gave his all to serve Cybele But that's damn well not for me! Well, she raised an awful flurry When she made the scholars worry Thank the Gods for Margaret Murray! She is good enough for me! We'll sing praises to Apollo Where the Sun-God leads, I'll follow From Ionia to Gaul-o And that's good enough for me! Let us sing the praise of Horus As our fathers did before us We're the New Egyptian Chorus And we sing in harmony! It was good enough for Granny She could throw a double-whammy That would knock you on your fanny And she's good enough for me! We will gather at our saunas When the spirit comes upon us To perform the Rites of Faunus And that's good enough for me! When old Gerald When old Gerald All that hidin' And that's good got it got it turned enough goin' goin' to showin' for me!
When we all bowed down to Nuit There was really nothin' to it (Alex Sanders made me do it...) But that's good enough for me!
We went off to worship Venus By the Gods! You should have seen us! Now the Clinic has to screen us... But that's good enough for me! It's not good enough for Reagan It's not good enough for Reagan He's too square to be a Pagan! And that's good enough for me!
Meeting at the Witching Hour By the Bud, and Branch and Flower Folks are raising up the Power And that's where I want to be!
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20 THE REAL OLD TIME RELIGION (cont) We will worship mighty Cthulhu H. P. Lovecraft's big old hoodoo (1930's fiction voodoo....) But that's good enough for me! Oh the Phillistines abound Oh the Phillistines abound They had the biggest Baals around And that's good enough for me! Oh, our Spirits will awaken Oh, our Spirits will awaken Watch the Universe a-quakin' Which is Gurdijeff to me! In the sky I hear a hummin' It's the UFO's a-comin' That's not banjos that they're strummin' But it's good enough for me! Oh we all will follow Buddah Oh we all will follow Buddah And we'll eat no food but Gouda Which is Gouda-nuff for me
We'll sing praises to Apollo; Where the Sun God leads we'll follow ('Though his head's a little hollow) He's good enough for me! We will worship Great Cthulhu, We will worship Great Cthulhu, And we'll feed him Mr. Sulu 'Cause that's good enough for me! We all worshipped Dionysus 'Till we ran into a crisis The bar had raised its prices; That's not good enough for me. We will go and sing "Hosanna" To our good ol' pal, Gautama, He will never flim or flam ya', And that's good enough for me! When the clouds they are a'rumbling And the thunder is a'grumbling, Then it's Crowley that you're mumbling, And it's good enough for me! Shall we sing a verse for Thor, Though he leaves the maidens sore? They always come back for more, So he's good enough for me! It was good enough for Odin Though the tremblin' got forbodin' Then the giants finally strode in, But it's good enough for me. There's that lusty old Priapus He's just itching to unwrap us. (He'd do more to us than tap us And that's good enough for me!)
Let us raise a toast to Bacchus, We will raise a royal ruckus, Then we'll lay us down and f**k us That's good enough for me. It was good enough for Buddha, As a god he's kinda cute-a, And he comes in brass or pewta' So he's good enough for me! Uncle Crowley was a dreamer At the Abbey of Thelema But his magic is a screamer, So it's good enough for me. Oh we'll all be Fundamental And be Holy Testamental And never Trancendental And that's good enough for me! There are some that call it folly When we worship Mother Kali. She may not be very jolly But she's good enough for me. Shall we sing in praise of Loki, Though he left poor Midgard smokey? Oh, his sense of humor's hokey, But he's good enough for me. Montezuma liked to start out Rites by carrying a part out That would really tear your heart out, But it's good enough for me! We will all bow down to Allah For he gave his loyal follow Ers the mighty petro-dollah And that's good enough for me!
Where's the gong gone? I can't find it I think Northwoods is behind it! For they've always been cymbal-minded And they're good enough for me!
21 THAT REAL OLD TIME RELIGION (cont) I was singing Hari Rama With my friend the Dalai Lama 'Til they dumped us in the slammer But that's good enough for me One-eyed Odin we will follow And in fighting we will wallow Till we wind up in Valhallow Which is good enough for me! We will pray with those Egyptians Build pyramids to put our crypts in Cover subways with inscriptions, which is good enough for me.....!
We will pray to Zarathustra And we'll pray just like we usta I'm a Zarathustra boosta! And that's good enough for me! I'll arise at early mornin' When the Sun gives me the warnin' That the Solar Age is dawnin' And that's good enough for me! Of Great Murphy much is spoken For his Law shall not be broken It's not pretty when he's woken Things go wrong for you and me!
Hare Krishna gets a laugh on When he sees me dressed in saffron With my hair that's only half on But that's good enough for me!
We will sing a verse for Eris (Golden apples for the fairest!) Though she sometimes likes to scare us But she's good enough for me! We will sing for great Diana Who will teach of love and honor But you really gotta wanna! 'Cause she's tough enough for me! We will venerate Bubastis 'Cause my cat walked up and ast us (Now the cat box is DISASTROUS!) But it's good enough for me! I'll sing some songs to Lilith, Not so young, and not so girlish, and She's always PMS-ish, but She's good enough for me! And what about this Bacchus, Who lives just to raise a ruckus? Loosens women so they'll f*** us, Well, that's good enough for me! Lilith wears a lacy nightie And She is a little flighty She will get you all excite-y She's wet-dream enough for me! With the aid of my athame I can throw a "double-whammy" (And can slice and dice salami!) So it's good enough for me. It's the opera written for us We will all join in the chorus It's the opera about Boris Which is Godunov for me!
If your god of choice is Squat Well then trendy, man, you're not But you'll get a parking spot! And that's good enough for me! Call Him God, or call him Allah The priest will take your dollah Easy living from -your- follah-wers, but sorry, -not- from me! Now She And And Danae was sweet as flowers, was into golden showers; that showed her Zeus' power that's good enough for me!
Diana is a little spikey And she is a little dyke-ey You don't have to be a Psych-e To know that's right for me! That Bob Larson shrieks and hollers Fighting demons in his callers Save his program: SEND YOUR DOLLARS! And that's good enough for me. Well I'm tired of Ronald Reagan, He's too square to be a pagan, Let's all vote for Carl Sagan! He's good enough for me.
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