# I can't stand still
# Got that Yard Party thrill
# Yea, that Yard Party feel
# My feet gotta move

# We dance with skill
# High on Yard Party thrill
# We keep going until
# Our feets are all bruised

# There's Ale and the Mystery Food
# They even serve Swill
# But the Brown Ale is rather good
# And adds buzz to the thrill

# Folks passing by
# Get ensnared by the feel
# Catch the Yard Party thrill
# Some of them are here still

(March 23rd, 2015)

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This is related to the following event:
March OAKS (Oldfurlong Amazing Koncert Series)
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The water is wide, I cannot get o'er. 
And neither have I wings to fly. 
Give me a boat that can carry two, 
and both shall row, my love and I.

svo eg ríst og í rúnum fá'g

"So do I write and colour the runes"

We smoke lots of pipe-weed in Oldfurlong,
We've Mushrooms of all kinds both plain and strange
We party hard with lots of hugs and dancin'
Our lively spirit's never going to change

I'm glad to be a hobbit from Oldfurlong,
A place where every day's another ball.
We are never too tired to throw a party
And our friendships are the biggest thrills of all

Meadwine and Meadowyn had before fought among the ranks, on foot. And the wars brought them to the lands further East, to Gondor. There the two fought side by side in many  battles and they were a fearsome two, potent soldiers upon the front.

Calling of The West

Note: This song can be played in-game with the song that goes with The Lay of Luthien and Beren, which in turn, inspired me to create this. Nine stanzas, eight lines each, all with eight syllables. If you have heard Aegardhros play it in-game, you may share it elsewhere, freely.

~*~ Taken from Laiwyn's book of melodies ~*~

I sat in the Pony with my quill in hand,
Watching the stage which upon a band did stand,
When I could take no more of the disheartening song,
The men of Bree did arrive in a throng,

So dance the dance of the men of Bree,
Laughter and joyous revelry as far as the eye can see,
Raise your mead in the air and sing with your voice so fair,
Dark thoughts and worries - you need not care!

- A scathing satire of a song -

I felt like writing the old song down. Even if I cannot sing I feel like writing it down, I love the decadence of it. Really is much like my view on the world. I do not know why, but it just seemed the time to write it down. I could not tell anyone where it came from, or if it was a true story, I just enjoy the song

The nobleman's wife was as fair as the sun, and her kisses were warmer than spring.