Scytales Songs

Between Resets
(To the tune of Billy Bragg’s ‘Between the Wars’)
 

I was a Gallant, I was a Valliant,
I was a Soothsayer between Resets.
I gathered up my T in times of austerity
With sweat across my shoulder blades
Between Resets.

I  paid the Shades bills and as times got harder
I looked to the other players to help a working Pac.
But they brought prosperity down at the armoury
They were arming for Pac bashing
Between Resets.

I kept the faith and I kept voting
Not for the Chart of Hates but for one called Likes.
But theirs is a Land with a Net around it
And mine is faith in my fellow Pacs.
Theirs is a Land of blood and glory
Mine is the Forest and the Wand Factory floor.
Theirs is a Trail all strewn with bodies
And mine is the peace we knew
Between Resets.

Bring me the craftsmen, find me the Arches,
Build me a pathway from Novice to Wiz
And I’ll give my consent to any Coder gent
Who does not deny a Pac a Wizards score.
Go tell the young men never to fight again
Bring out the Mobiles from the years gone by.
Sweet toleration, heart of this Game we play,
Desert us not,
We are between Resets.



Like Shadists Do
(to the tune of Billy Bragg’s “Like Soldiers Do”)
 

Gallants fighting the Valiants fighting the Seers
Armed to the teeth, this war in Shades reaches through the years
I advanced down the Narrow Trail
I saw the gleam as you raised the Shield
And Love screamed down with sun behind his back

Our fathers were all Shadists,  shall we be Shadists too
Fighting and falling like Shadists do

Nothing is clear in this tactically unclear game
I can’t be bothered to find out how many points I might gain
No-one can win this war of the Spells
I see no reason to drop my defenses
So stand fast those Mobiles, rally round my shaking Sword

Our fathers were all Shadists,  shall we be Shadists too
Fighting and falling like Shadists do

Gallants fighting the Valiants fighting the Seers
Armed to the teeth, this war in Shades reaches through the years
I advance down the Narrow Trail, I see the gleam as you raise the Shield
And Love screams down with sun behind his back
I knew once again I was under attack
So stand fast those Mobiles, rally round my shaking Sword

Our fathers were all Shadists,  shall we be Shadists too
Fighting and falling like Shadists
Fighting and falling like Shadists
Fighting and falling like Shadists do



Moats Bank Bound
(To the tune of Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Homeward Bound’)
 

I’m sitting in the Magic Station,
Got the Rod to take me to my destination.
Moving ‘round in a threatening stance,
My Longsword and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a Killer and a one-man band.

Moats Bank bound.
I wish I was
Moats Bank bound.
Moats, where my Longsword slashes.
Moats, where my victim dashes.
Moats, where he slumps down senseless, silently dying.

Every day’s an endless stream
Of running blood and muffled screams.
And each location looks the same to me
As they plead for life on bended knee
And every strangers face I see
Reminds me that I long to be

Moats Bank bound.
I wish I was
Moats Bank bound.
Moats, where my Longsword slashes.
Moats, where my victim dashes.
Moats, where he slumps down senseless, silently dying.

Tonight I’ll sing my songs again,
I’ll play the Game and pretend.
But all my deeds come back to me,
In Shades I will a Killer be.
I revel in my villainy,
There is no one who can slay me.

Moats Bank bound.
I wish I was
Moats Bank bound.
Moats, where my Longsword slashes.
Moats, where my victim dashes.
Moats, where he slumps down senseless, silently dying.

Moats Bank bound.
I wish I was
Moats Bank bound.
Moats, where my Longsword slashes.
Moats, where my victim dashes.
Moats, where he slumps down senseless, silently dying.
Silently dying.



21 Points
(To the tune of Billy Bragg’s ‘New England’)
 
 

I had 21 points when I wrote this song,
I’ve got 22 now but I won’t have for long.
People ask me “When will you make it up to Wiz?”
I shrug and say “Dunno, looks like you’ve got to be a Pacifist!”
I loved you then as I love you still,
Though I helped you on the Pillars,
They put you through the mill.
I don’t feel bad about letting you die,
You lost a few Points and had a little cry.

I don’t want to change the Shades,
I’m not looking out for Killers,
I’m just looking for the Little Girl.
I don’t want to change the Shades,
I’m not looking out for Killers,
I’m just looking for the Little Girl.

I loved what you wrote on the Wall for me,
But that was only yesterday.
I can’t survive by lending you a Sword
Every time you roam abroad.
I saw some Shooting Stars last night,
I wished on them but it was someone Fleeing from a fight.
It’s wrong to wish on someone’s fear,
I wish, I wish I could Zip you here.

I don’t want to change the Shades,
I’m not looking out for Killers,
I’m just looking for the Little Girl.
I don’t want to change the Shades,
I’m not looking out for Killers,
I’m just looking for the Little Girl.
Looking for the Little Girl.
Looking for the Little Girl.
Looking for the Little Girl.


The Fighter
(To the tune of Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘The Boxer’)

I am just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told
And I have squandered my existence
For a pocketful of  Treasure and a Rusty Longsword.
Some lie, some jest,
But a Wiz hears what he wants hear
And disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers, in the quiet of the Talking Shoppe
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the Wizard Quarters where Immortal people go,
Looking for the places only they would know.

Lie la Lie,
Lie la lie la la la lie
Lie la Lie,
Lie la lie la la la la la la la la lie

Asking only Gallants favours I come looking for some T
But I get no offers.
Just a “Come on!” from the Killers out on Moats Bank.
I do declare there were times when I was so foolish
That I spilt my life’s blood there.

Now the Resets roll on by me and they pass so evenly
And I am older than I once was
But younger than I’ll be when I reach Immortality.
No it isn’t strange,
After changes upon changes we are more or less the same,
After Updates we are more and less the same.

Lie la Lie,
Lie la lie la la la lie
Lie la Lie,
Lie la lie la la la la la la la la lie

Now I’m laying out my Shield and Cloak
And wishing I was gone,
Going home
Where the S & S’ing Killers are not bleeding me,
Leading me to logging off.

On the Moats Bank stands a Swordsman and a Fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of  every blow that laid him low or cut him ‘till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I’ll turn Pacifist!”
But the fighter still remains.
Yes the fighter still remains.

Lie la Lie,
Lie la lie la la la lie
Lie la Lie,
Lie la lie la la la la la la la la lie
Lie la Lie,
Lie la lie la la la lie
Lie la Lie,
Lie la lie la la la la la la la la lie