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this is insane

I like to imagine the ghost continues to watch every annual storm so as to ensure if someone truly needs to cross, there will be someone with the daring to try and the experience to succeed

The lyrics to this were written by Don Simpson; I only wrote the tune and performced it.

If I see her again, I must die or kill In the bleak, dark wood on the stone-ringed hill When the year wears down, and the trees are bare In the form of an upright, white-fanged mare For where she appears death is on the air, And someone in sight must die. Have you seen her again, in the dark and cold? The night black mare and her grim nine fold With her thigh bone staff and her white skull globe With her cyclone crown and her storm cloud robe With her red black eyes that no light can probe When more than a few must die We will see her again when the earth shall cry When the hills fall down, and the seas run high She will strike her hoof on the earth way fault With her twelve limbs bared to the heaven's vault She will dance in flame 'til the stars cry halt! And all but a few shall die.

2024. Have we learned NOTHING????????? Suffer not the king!!!!

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To me this poem (and song) have always been about the duality of man and or the relationship between war/peace or even order/chaos

Where is the new one listed in video description? This and Elfland were two of my favorites by Leslie.

Oh i love this song

SO true. It is not strength that provokes aggression, but weakness. As individuals, while keeping our serene demeanor, we need to be prepared to fight -- to fight dirty, even. As a nation, we need to be so powerful that no one would even think of attacking us. As one of my favorite T-shirts says, "Peace through superior firepower." I live in a beyond-woke city, and I just love to watch the squishy appeasers go nuts when they read it.

"The axe swung clean and high, and it caught him through the eye" Damn, that REALLY puts a picture in your head

This is a much cooler version i think, much more emotion in her voice, such a good song in general

​ I agree with @WhoTouchedMyReindeer . As hard as I listen, that word ends with an s, and is gems not chance.

There's another devil in that audio quaity bruh

This is my first time listening to this song and I’m putting this on my playlist good song

I was singing with it before it was halfway done! Excellent work

If I see her again, I must die or kill In the bleak, dark wood on the stone-ringed hill When the year wears down, and the trees are bare In the form of an upright, white-fanged mare For where she appears death is on the air, And someone in sight must die. Have you seen her again, in the dark and cold? The night black mare and her grim nine fold With her thigh bone staff and her white skull globe With her cyclone crown and her storm cloud robe With her red black eyes that no light can probe When more than a few must die We will see her again when the earth shall cry When the hills fall down, and the seas run high She will strike her hoof on the earth way fault With her twelve limbs bared to the heaven's vault She will dance in flame 'til the stars cry halt! And all but a few shall die.

Still good!

amazing

FERRYMAN FERRYMAAAAAN WONT YOU BE KIND

amazing

This is why every manager should be a front-line staff every once in a while. Either you learn to respect the grunts, they learn to respect you, or, ideally, both.

hehe nice

Is the message of this song that everyone other than the teacher is wrong and needs to stay out educating the youth, including parents?

i love this

this goes hard

over their air intake preferably

Down with the liberal admin state!

I think some big drums would work well with this song.

I think that this or Cold Iron are the first Leslie Fish / filk songs that I heard from Kazaa/Napster so long ago. I listened to these and never looked back.

Always enjoy listening to this, thank you for uploading so many of these songs

"He didn't seem to know I was a changeling of the snow . . . ." Dang. Make it hard for me to remember I'm a Quaker, why don't you?

That it was as aniline, I met.

These aren't the best versions of these songs, but it's nice to have some variety.

Random thought after hearing this album #2: The survivors who fought the high-tech convoy from "The Discards" were able to do postmortem recovery of the destroyed vehicles' telemetry, leading them to the bunker where they discovered the surviving leaders, as detailed in "Hello, Remember Us?" Unable to crack into the bunker, they simply started piling shit in front of the access hatch so it could never be opened, and the Digwell holiday was started to continue the practice, ensuring that those who hid themselves in the bunker would die there, unable to tunnel out. Big Boss Jones from "Rhododendron Honey" might have been the head of another scout team who went into the wrong village... Wonder if Leslie might have any thoughts about this...

I just had a thought after listening through this album a couple times... What if the doctor who had to flee after "The Day It Fell Apart" survived the Firestorm and is now the traveling doctor peddling Blue Bread Mold?

Whenever a hear a new Leslie Fish song, it often becomes my favorite. This one is now my favorite.

Ratio of charcoal and sulfur seems to be backwards, though saltpeter is correct. Just in case you ever need to put this into practice. ;)

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Great song. Thank you, Ms. Fish.

Ohhh type o wonderful😂

Lyrics: If I see her again, I must die or kill - In the bleak, dark wood, on the stone-ringed hill, When the year wears down and the trees are bare, In the form of an upright white-fanged mare - For where she appears Death is on the air, And someone in sight must die. Have you seen her again in the dark and cold? The night-black mare and her grim nine-fold, With her thigh-bone staff and her white-skull globe, In her cyclone crown and her storm-cloud robe, With her red-black eyes that no light can probe - When more than a few must die. We will see her again when the Earth shall cry, When the hills fall down and the seas run high. She will strike her hoof on the earthquake fault, With her twelve limbs bared to the heaven’s vault. She will dance in flame ’til the stars cry halt, And all but a few shall die.

Lyrics (shortened version of Kipling's poem) Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost at his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and dragged him by the hair- Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease, And they came to the Gate within the Wall where Peter holds the keys. "Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high "The good that ye did for the sake of men afore ye came to die- "O I have a friend on Earth," he said, "that was my priest and guide, "And well would he answer well for me if he were at my side." -"For that ye strove in neighbour-love it shall be written fair, "But now ye wait at Heaven's Gate and not in Berkeley Square: "Though we called your friend from his bed this night, he could not speak for you, "For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two." The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it cut him like a knife, And Tomlinson took up the tale and spoke of his good in life. "O this I have read in a book," he said, "and that was told to me, "And this I have thought that another man thought of a Prince in Muscovy." "Ye have read, ye have heard, ye have thought," he said, "and the tale is yet to run: "By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer-what ha' ye done?" "O this I have felt, and this I have guessed, and this I heard men say, "And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway." "Ye have read, ye have felt, ye have guessed, good lack! Ye have hampered Heaven's Gate; "We've better fair between the stars than you lay on our plate! "Get hence, get hence to the Lord of Wrong, for thy doom has yet to run, "And the faith that ye share with Berkeley Square go with you, Tomlinson!" So the Spirit gripped him by the hair, and sun by sun they fell Till they came to the rim of evil Stars that rim the mouth of Hell. The first are red with pride and wrath, the next are white with pain, But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again. The Wind that blows between the Worlds, it nipped him to the bone, And he yearned to the flare of Hell-mouth there as the light of his own hearth-stone. The Devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions drew, But he caught the hurrying Tomlinson and wouldn't let him through. "Wot ye the price of good pit-coal that I must pay?" said he, "That ye rank yoursel' so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me? "Sit down, sit down upon the slag, and answer loud and high "The harm that ye did to the Sons of Men or ever you came to die." "O I had a love on earth," said he, "that kissed me to my fall; "And if ye would call my love to me I know she would answer all." -"All that ye did in love forbid it shall be written fair, "But now ye wait at Hell-Mouth Gate and not in Berkeley Square: "Though we whistled your love from her bed to-night, I vow she would not run, "For the sin that ye do by two and two ye must pay for one by one!" "Once I ha' laughed at the power of Love and twice at the grip of the Grave, "And thrice I ha' patted my God on the head that men might call me brave." The Devil he blew on a brandered soul and laid it aside to cool:- "Do ye think I would waste my coal," he said, "on the hide of a brain-sick fool? "I see no worth in the hobnail mirth or the jolthead jest ye did "That I should waken my gentlemen that are sleeping three on a grid." "Nay, this I ha' heard," quo' Tomlinson, "and this was noised abroad, "And this I ha' got from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord." -"Ye ha' heard, ye ha' read, ye ha' got, good lack! and the tale begins afresh- "Have ye sinned one sin for the pride o' the eye or the sinful lust of the flesh?" Then Tomlinson he gripped the bars and yammered, "Let me in- "For I mind that I borrowed my neighbour's wife to sin the deadly sin." The Devil he grinned behind the bars, and banked the fires high: "Did ye read of that sin in a book?" he said; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!" The Devil he blew upon his nails, and the little devils ran, And he said: "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man: "Winnow him out from star and star, and sieve his proper worth: "There's sore decline in Adam's line if this be spawn of Earth!" When the demons came back with the tattered Thing, as children after play, They said: "The soul that he got from God he has bartered clean away. "We have threshed a stook of print and book, and winnowed a chattering wind, "And many a soul wherefrom he stole, but his we cannot find. "We have handled him, we have dandled him, we have seared him to the bone, "And, Sire, if tooth and nail show truth he has no soul of his own." The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that prayed to feel the flame, And he thought of Holy Charity, but he thought of his own good name:- "Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry. "Did ye think of that sin for yourself?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!" The Devil he blew an outward sigh, for his heart was free from care:- "Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there, "Now for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone, "But sinful pride has rule inside-ay, mightier than my own. "Ye are neither spirit nor spirk," he said; "ye are neither book nor brute- "Go, get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Man's repute. "I'm all overlord to Adam's breed that I should mock your pain, "But look that ye win to a worthier sin ere ye come back again. "Get hence, the hearse is at your door-the grim black stallions wait- "They bear your clay to the grave to-day. Speed, lest ye come too late! "Go back to Earth with lip unsealed-go back with open eye, "And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die: "That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one, "And the God you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"

Monkey Chat are big's fan!

Just the title alone is awesome. I wish monkey chat could come up with as good title

Leslie Fish rules! I would love to get her on an episode of monkey chat one day!

Leslie Fish is awesome!

Been on a big Leslie Fish binge. She's awesome

Not been used for protest yet just saying

We were reared on her music. The sca/filk community is vast and full of how toos and millitant survival tools