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Skriven 2006-08-11 12:51:00 av Robert E Starr JR (6516.babylon5)
Ärende: Re: OT: Wicker Man remake
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Amy Guskin wrote:
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> Gosh, now I'm sorry I don't have an mp3 of me singing it somewhere!  I really
> ought to record a wheel of the year album, with all the stuff I sing at the
> various rituals.  Or at least the good ones - for instance, I love  "The
> Burning Times" (Samhain), but could live without recording (or even hearing
> ever again!) "Colors of the Wind" (someone's idea of a good choice for fall
> equinox, ugh).  Say, if any of you pagans here on the newsgroup (or heathens,
> Doug) have a better suggestion for fall, I'm open!

I can't think of songs for summer finding or winter finding (the
equinoxes
as the ancients in the north only had summer and winter).  Watching
a horse movie like Black Beauty of All the Pretty Horses for Freyfaxi
aka Lughnasadh doesn't cut it as a song.  I have friends that sing at
the start of ritual but I chant in a tone that can be made
conversational
so it can be done in crowded places with none of the locals noticing.

Most of the good Asatru ones are rewritten Yuletide songs.  Or not
for a holiday like Led Zeppelin's Immigrant Song or No Quarter.

Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the hall, not a creature
was stirring not even the horse ...

I rather like such spoofs and managed to write one.  It got *very*
drunk out that night lo these many years ago.  With a singing voice
as bad as Bob Dylan it took being drunk to put up with hearing it ...

An Ull Yule Drool
...to the tune of the Ballad of Jed Camplett and the Beverly
Hillbillies

Come an' listen to a story 'bout a god named Ull,
A loner god not int'rested in Yule.
But then one day he was huntin' polar bear,
When Sliepnir arrived, a runnin' on the air.

Horse, that is, eight legs, Odin's steed.

Well the first thing ya know, Ull nods his head,
Duty calls, he's bound for Asgard stead,
To sit the High Seat while Odin leads the band,
The Wild Hunt, a roarin' round the land.

Storm, that is, wahld wind, ancestral rede.

Twelve nights later, Ull looks far and wide,
Of Old One Eye he sees narey hair nor hide!
The very next mornin' Odin comes on home,
And sends our Ull to his lonely mountains roam.

Hills, that is, deep woods, snowy clime.

Doug Freyburger <*> moderator soc.religion.asatru
                                                                               
    
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