- MerryK
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Hark
the Herald Tall Men Sing
(Hark
the Herald Angels Sing)
Hark the herald tall men sing
Glory to our brand new king!
Peace in Middle-earth so mild
Beregond is reconciled
Joyful all the people cry!
Join the triumph of the skies!
With some Elvish folk to sing
Praises ‘cause there is no Ring!
With some Rohirrim to sing
Praises ‘cause there is no Ring!
Mild he wears his crown on high
Born that Frodo would not die
Born to heal the wounds of Earth
Born to give them joy and mirth
Aragorn by Arwen adored
Minas Tirith’s noble lord
Veiled as Strider no one could see
That this their king would soon be
Pleased as the Men with them to
dwell
Aragorn is really swell
Hail the glorious King of all
Of Middle-earth, he shall not fall
Light and life, he does there
stand
With much healing in his hands
Come and be our king forever
Never fail, oh never, never
Visit us, our noble liege
Let us ne’er be under siege
Visit us our noble liege
Let us ne’er be under siege
-
MerryK
Having read other
stories that
integrate a story with a
song, I attempted to try it
myself with
Gollum's Song, which is the
end credits song in Two
Towers. I hope you
all enjoy.
Gollum’s Song
Where once was
light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Abandoned. Yes, precious, they
abandoned us. gollum, gollum.
Forced to
us to goes aways, they did.
They loves us no more.
Don't say goodbye
Don't say I didn't
try
No. Theys loved us. They
didn’ts wants us to go away.
Smeagol trieds to
stop.
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies
you told us
The hurt, the
blame!
And we will weep to
be so alone
Stops talking. It hurts us.
Wees gots no one, no one.
We are lost
We can never go
home
No home. Always hiding.
So in the end
I'll be what I will
be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for
me
Wees on our owns now,
precious. gollum, gollum.
Now we say goodbye
We say you didn't
try
Goes away, Smeagol. You don’ts
knows much. You didn’ts try to
helps us.
No, you didn’t, precious.
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Stops your noises, precious.
gollum, gollum. Theys don’ts
matter.
Take back the lies
The hurt, the
blame!
Yous hurts us. Don’t blames
us. We didn’ts do anything.
And you will weep
When you face the
end alone
Why, precious, why does its
weep? gollum, gollum. Is its
alone,
precious?
You are lost
You can never go
home
No. Wees can goes home if we
wants to. Wees can change.
You are lost
You can never go
home
No, precious. Yous is lost.
Yous can never go home.
gollum, gollum.
Yous can never change.
- Eruvanne
Yes, it's me
again. A
while back, you older
members of the board
were doing parodies . .
. or
something like it my
friend, Estelwyn, told
me about it. So after
that
we started doing
parodies of songs from
musicals we knew. This
is one
that, actually, my
sister and I came up
with and it's from Les
Miserables.
Who Am I?
(Aragorn)
Who am I that I condemn
myself to slavery?
Pretend I do not see my
agony?
These men who walk and
see my face
Who do not know my real
place.
Who am I?
Can I conceal myself
forever more?
Pretend I’m not the man
I’m destined for?
Must my name until I die
be no more than an
alibi?
Must I lie?
How could I ever face my
fellow men?
How could ever face
myself again?
My heart goes to Arwen,
I know.
I made that bargain long
ago.
She gave me hope when
hope was gone.
She gave me strength to
journey on.
Who am I? Who am I?
I am Aragorn.
And so, Sauron, you
should beware.
Although your ring I do
not bear,
Who am I? I’m Isildur’s
heir!
-
Eruvanne
(*Sung
to the
tune: Don't Fence
Me In)
Aragorn, who’s
lookin' mighty pale,
Was standing by the
hobbit's side;
And when that hobbit
said
"I can’t believe
that we’re in jail”
Aragorn raised his
head and cried:
Oh, give me land,
lots of land
Under starry skies
above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me run through
the wild open
Country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be with the
elf in the evening
breeze-
Listen to the dwarf
complaining about
all the trees,
Send me off to Mount
Doom, but I ask you
please,
Don't fence me in.
Just turn me loose,
Let me straddle
Brego’s saddle
Underneath the Rohan
sky.
Such a recluse.
Let me wander over
yonder
Till I see the Misty
Mountains rise.
I want to ride to
the ridge
Where the West
commences,
Gaze at Arwen till I
lose my senses,
No Orcs and no Uruk
Hai and no more dark
defenses,
Don't fence me in.
Good King Aragorn,
back again in town,
Was sitting by his
sweetheart's side,
And when his
sweetheart said:
"Come on, let's
settle down,"
Aragorn raised his
head and cried:
Oh, give me land,
lots of land
Under starry skies
above,
Don't fence me in.
Let me run through
the wild open
Country that I love,
Don't fence me in.
Let me be with the
elf in the evening
breeze-
Listen to the dwarf
complaining about
all the trees,
Send me off to Mount
Doom, but I ask you
please,
Don't fence me in.
Just turn me loose,
Let me straddle
Brego’s saddle
Underneath the
Gondor sky.
Such a recluse.
Let me wander over
yonder
Till I see the Misty
Mountains rise,
I want to ride to
the ridge
Where the Shire
commences,
Smoke Longbottom
Leaf til I lose my
senses,
No She-Elves, no
Shield Maidens and
no alimony expenses,
Don't fence me in.
-
Frodosmiss
The
Rohirrim
sang gustily
as they
followed their
Marshal
northward…
Ridin’ ridin’
ridin' ridin'
ridin' ridin'
Rohaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn*
Keep ridin’
ridin’ ridin’
though the grass
is hidin’
Orcs and beasts
a runnin’ Rohan!
Through apples
and poisoned
water, and
armour that is
freezin’
Wishin’ a girl
was by my side
All the things
I’m missin’ like
Theodred and
Boromir
Nothin’s waitin’
at the end of my
ride.
Move 'em on head
'em up
head 'em up move
'em on
Move 'em on head
'em up Rohan!
Cut 'em down
ride 'em in
ride 'em in cut
'em down
Cut 'em down
ride 'em in
Rohan!
Movin’ movin’
movin’ though
Theoden’s
disapprovin’
Keep them Orcs a
runnin’ Rohan!
Don’t try to
understand ‘em,
just shoot and
kill and maim
‘em
Soon we’ll be
livin’ high and
wide
My bottom’s
calculatin’ how
many more miles
Are ‘for us ere
we’re at the end
of our ride.
Move 'em on head
'em up
head 'em up move
'em on
Move 'em on head
'em up Rohan!
Cut 'em down
ride 'em in
ride 'em in cut
'em down
Cut 'em down
ride 'em in
Rohan!
-
Agape4Rivendell
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(to
Part of His
World, from
The Little
Mermaid -
Eowyn
sings...)
Look at this cage,
isn’t it gilded?
What good’s a
rose, in the dark,
when it’s wilted?
Why do they think
I’m the girl
The girl who has
everything?
Look at these
hands, what do
they hold?
Nothing to show
that I, too, can
be bold,
Yet, looking at me
they think
Sure, she's got
everything.
Eomer’s fought in
battles all gory,
He’s got honors
and trophies
galore.
While I’m sitting
here tending our
uncle...
There’s no
glory...
Not enough.
Trapped in here. I
want more!
When's it my turn?
Where is my Love?
How in this place
can I rise above?
Oh golly gee, wish
I could be
Part of his world.
-
Daughter of
Kings
Minas
Tirith
Girls
Well elven
girls are hip
I really like
those styles
they wear
And the Ent
women with the
way they talk
They knock me
out when I’m
up there
The Rohan
farmer’s
daughters
really make
you feel
alright
And the
dwarven girls
with the way
they kiss
They keep
their
boyfriends
warm at night
I wish they
all could be
Minas Tirith
I wish they
all could be
Minas Tirith
I wish they
all could be
Minas Tirith
girls
The White
Tower reflects
the sunshine
But the girls
all stay so
fair
I like the way
they dress in
the healing
houses
and their long
and flowing
hair
I’ve been all
around this
Middle Earth
And I’ve seen
all kinds of
girls
But I couldn’t
wait to get
back to Gondor
To the cutest
girls in the
world
I wish they
all could be
Minas Tirith
I wish they
all could be
Minas Tirith
I wish they
all could be
Minas Tirith
girls....
(to
The Streets of
Laredo)
The
Streets of
Gondolin
As I walked
out in the
streets of
Gondolin
As I walked
out in
Gondolin one
day
I spied a poor
elf lad
wrapped up in
white linen
All wrapped in
white linen as
cold as the
clay.
“I see by your
outfit that
you are of the
Noldor”
These words he
did say as I
proudly
stepped by
“Come sit down
beside me and
hear my sad
story
I’m shot by an
orc and I know
I must die.”
’Twas once in
Valinor I used
to go walking
Once in
Valinor I used
to go walkin’
all day
First lead to
creating and
then to jewel
makin’
I’m shot by an
orc and I’m
dying today.
Let six jolly
elf lads come
carry my
coffin
Let six pretty
elf lasses
come carry my
pall
Throw bunches
of elanor all
over my coffin
Throw elanor
to deaden the
clods as they
fall
“Oh, beat the
drum slowly,
and play the
harp lowly
And play the
elf harp as
you carry me
along
Take me to the
green valley
and lay the
earth o’er me
For I’m a poor
elf lad and I
know I’ve done
wrong”
We beat the
drum slowly
and played the
harp lowly
And bitterly
wept as we
carried him
along
For we all
loved our
comrade, so
brave, young
and handsome
We all loved
our elf lad
although he
done no wrong.
- JimboBaggins
For
Doctor Gamgee,
to the tune of
Look at
Me, I'm Sandra
Dee from Grease
Look at
Me, I'm Dr. G
Look at me I'm
Doctor G...
I can’t
believe that
I’m forty!
That middle
age spread
just fills me
with dread...
Not me! I’m
Doctor G!
Watch it! Hey,
evil Birthday
I won’t let
you have your
way!
Won't come
across, though
my youth may
be lost...
On this, the
blackest day!
I won't drink
or swear
When I lose my
hair...
I’ll get ill
and break out
in a sweat!
Hold your
hearty guffaws
at my
burgeoning
flaws...
I KNOW behind
my ears, it’s
no longer wet!
You say, “Ha!
Methuselah!
You’ve sure
got some real
chutzpa!”
Well look, if
you must, but
I'm no object
of lust...
I'm just plain
Doctor G!
Reaper,
Reaper, let me
be!
Keep that
sickle far
from me!
I’m just
forty,
blockhead- It
don’t mean I’m
dead!
Hey, Nazgul,
I'm Doctor G!
-
Frodosmiss
to
the tune of 76
Trombones
,1957 Meredith
Willson
76 Elf
Horns
Seventy six
Elf horns led
the Elf
brigade
With a hundred
and ten times
ten glowing
blades
They were
followed by
rows and rows
of warriors
proud all
spears aglow
They're the
cream of every
Elven glade.
Seventy six
Elf horns
sounding forth
ablow
With a hundred
and ten Elf
squads in
colorful rows
There were
more than a
thousand reeds
springing up
like Mallorn
seeds
There were
Ents of every
shape and kind
you know
There were
horse platoons
with copper
bottom tympani
Thundering,
thundering,
right down to
the Sea
Double bell
euphoniums for
times of war
Edoras is on
the march to
fight for you
and me
There were
fifty thousand
horsemen
riding to the
fore
Thundering,
thundering,
louder than
before
Trumpeters
who's backs
would arch as
foes all fled
into the dark
Their wretched
corpses piled
up by the
score
Seventy six
Elf horns
scattered
every Orc
While a
thousand times
ten Elf voices
pierced the
Mark
To the rhythm
of 'Harch
Harch Harch!'
All these Men
and Elves did
march
Cries of
"Victory"
still shouted
loud today!
- Erech the
Undead
King of
Gondor
(King
of New York,
from Newsies)
Aragorn:
Got a sweet
chick
whose name is
Arwen
Defeated the
villain whose
name was
Sauron
Helping some
hobbits
destroy the
ring
Then comin’ to
Gondor as the
King
Look at me!
I’m the king
of Gondor!
Suddenly! I’m
respectable,
starin’ right
atcha, lousy
with stature.
Nobbin’ with
all the
muckety-mucks
I’m getting’
my crown and
goin’ deluxe
Well, there I
be!
Ain’t it
pretty, it’s
my city, I’m
the King of
Gondor
Gondorians:
Once was
nobody
from the north
Out of
nowhere, he
came forth
To help our
country regain
its glory
Now our new
king’s the
front-page
story
Tip your hat!
He’s the king
of Gondor!
(Aragorn:
How ‘bout
that! I’m
the king of
Gondor!)
Before that!
He was
wanderin’,
Gondor to the
Shire, Ranger
for hire.
Gondorians:
Blowin’ the
bad
guys with just
one punch
Protecting the
weak and
payin’ for
lunch.
Aragorn:
When I’m at
bat
Strong men
crumble Gondorians:
Proud yet
humble
All:
I’m/He’s the
king of
Gondor
Aragorn:
Gotta be
either dead
or dreamin’
Cause look in
the mirror at
my face
beamin’
Tomorrow I’ll
think I’ve
lost my mind
But right now
I’m feelin’
fine.
Gondorians:
Startin’ now,
he’s
the king of
Gondor
(Aragorn:
Ain’t ya
heard, I’m
the king of
Gondor)
Holy Cow! It’s
a miracle,
Saruman’s
cryin’,
Sauron, he’s
dyin’
Trumpets are
blaring loud
as the sea
Proclaiming
the kingship
to you and to
me
Aragorn:
Don’t ask me
how
Fortune found
me, fate just
crowned me,
now I’m king
of Gondor
All:
Look and see,
once a
ranger, now
I’m/He’s
danger, to
enemies of
Gondor.
Victory!
Tolkien’s
story, guts
and glory, now
I’m/He’s king
of Gondor!
- Eruvanne
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A.N.:
I wrote this
in February
during the
"February
is Album
Writing Month
(write 14
songs in 28
days)"
songwriting
challenge (my
theme was the
Lord of the
Rings & I
wrote 15
songs/instrumentals
inspired by
the story).
We
Likes the
Night
Shelob:
I was here
before the
morning took
away the night
I was here
before the
mountains rose
up to their
heights
I was here
before the
Dark Lord
came, before
the Elves,
before the
Men,
I’ll be here
when they are
gone, and
darkness falls
again.
Smeagol:
I was robbed
yes yess the
hobbit took
away my Ring
I was robbed
yes yess that
cheater lied
and
ev’ry-thing!
I was robbed
but I will get
It back,
before too
long, before
too late
We will get
our own back,
my Precious,
Precious Thing
Both:
We likes the
Night, my
Precious-ness,
We likes the
Night, my
sweet
when foul
things crawl
from ash heaps
and nasty
daylight
sleeps
We likes the
black, it’s
colorless
Oh, let the
blackness seep
Men can praise
the Yellow
Face
it’s the Night
we keep
Shelob:
We’ll be glad
to end the
moonshine, we
don’t need the
Sun
Smeagol:
We’ll be glad
to see the
ev’ning
frighten
everyone
Both:
We’ll be glad
to know the
stars are
gone, after
the fall,
after the end
We’ll be here
when light is
gone, oh, then
our task is
done
Both:
We likes the
Night, my
Precious-ness,
We likes the
Night, my
sweet
when foul
things crawl
from ash heaps
and nasty
daylight
sleeps
We likes the
black, it’s
colorless
Oh, let the
blackness seep
Men can praise
the Yellow
Face
it’s the Night
we keep
Smeagol:
give
me fish,
silver fish,
tasty tasty
treat
Shelob:
give me orcs,
give me men,
tender flesh
to eat
Both:
We likes the
Night, my
Precious-ness,
We likes the
Night, my
sweet
when foul
things crawl
from ash heaps
and nasty
daylight
sleeps
We likes the
black, it’s
colorless
Oh, let the
blackness seep
Men can praise
the Yellow
Face
it’s the Night
we keep
©
2007 - VL
Flawith
(Socan, Ascap)
All Rights
Reserved.
- Alfirin
They
Can't Take the
Book Away from
Me
(to
They Can't
Take that Away
from Me by
George &
Ira Gershwin)
Tolkien's
words won't
change what
the
screenwriter
wrote;
though by
Concessions
they're gone.
The film is
starting, but
at the opening
note,
the memory
lingers on.
They can't
take that from
me,
I'll miss the
pages' turn,
But though
they change
the dwarves
beards,
my memory
burns....
The way way
your hang your
hood,
The way you
plot till
three...
The Smoke
Rings, oh so
good....
No, No they
can't take
that away from
me.
The way they
'crack the
plates',
The way you
serve dwarves
tea!
The Lonely
Mountain
drakes,
No No they
can't take
that away from
me.
We may never,
ever find the
end
of the bumpy
road (they
say!),
Still theres
Beorn, Bag
End,
Bert turns to
stone at
day...
The
handkerchief
you need,
The Riddle
Game you play,
The wargs who
had you Treed,
No, No they
can't take
that away from
me.
NO, they can't
take that away
from me...
- Doctor Gamgee