Whistler

sorry, this was supposed to be posted under bard blogs/whistler's fudge/town songs.
for some reason, i'm unable to delete this mispost-it is also posted there.

I'm a big blues fan, so i had a lot of fun putting this one together.


Half-elf blues

Whistler lays down a hefty blues rhythm with his lute:
Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety plunk
Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety plunk
Plinkety-plinkety plinkety-plinkety plinkety-plankety plankety-plunk

And sings:
Mah’ Momma was an elven maid, up from Lothlorien,
Mah’ Daddy was a human, that she commenced to see’n
It couldn’t come to end good, that they both could see,
But love don’t ever look ahead, it’s blind as it can be,
Because I came along… their homes they had to lose.
Which brings me here to singin’…these here Half-elf blues.

The bard turns back to his lute again, playing:
Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety plunk
Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety plunk
Plinkety-plinkety plinkety-plinkety plinkety-plankety plankety-plunk

He looks up from his lute to some far off corner of the room and recalls in song:
Mah parents found a thicket and there they built a shack,
That we could have a happy home, just off the beaten track,
They built for me a tree-house, the finest ever seen,
It was the like that every boy can only hope and dream,
My childhood in those brambles… were mighty fine, it’s true,
But before I’d be a man …I’d learn these here Half-elf blues.

Whistler plays:
Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety plunk
Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety plunk
Plinkety-plinkety plinkety-plinkety plinkety-plankety plankety-plunk

He sings on:
Mah daddy aged and pasted away, ‘afor I saw 95,
While momma just retained the look of a young and bashful bride..
Women came to comfort her, and men, they came to woo,
Many Men did come to claim they could fill my daddy’s shoes,
Their numbers grew until the day …a whole camp did ensue,
Leading me to singing-- ….these here dirty… Half-elf blues…

And plays:
Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety plunk
Plinkety-plinkety-plinkety plunk
Plinkety-plinkety plinkety-plinkety plinkety-plankety plankety-plunk
Palunk-kalunk-kalunk,
Plinkety-plank.
Plinkety-plin-kety, Plinkety-plank.

The bard returns to song:
Many more arrived before the camp became a town,
No lawman among them-- made lawlessness abound,
Mah momma hired guards to come and watch o’er the crowd,
But even to their rented blades the men’s will would not bow,
The humans sent an ambassador, the elves they sent one too,
But it couldn’t stop fate coming…with these dirty… Half-elf camp blues…

Whistler plays:
Pa-lunk, Ka-lunk, plinkety-plank.
Plinkety-plin-kety, plinkety-plank.

And sings:
One man tired of waiting after only twenty years,
He come to do the greatest thing that brought about my tears,
He dragged mah momma to the stump of an old tree
Said if she wouldn’t marry him, her death would have to be
Momma says that she be sorry, but to mah daddy shed stay true,
So Jacek sent her to him, and me into these blues…

Whistler plays:
Ka-thunk ka-thunk ka-chunk,
Plinkety-plunk
Wailing: His axe came down swinging,
Playing: Plinkety plunk,
Singing: Me….into…these blues…


Whistler silences his lute’s strings with a hand across them, and takes a bow.