"So apparently there is an asteroid called Valjean. Because its designation is 24601. .."
So, as we drove down to the South Coast - Susie driving, my mind started drifting to the lands of Mythodea and my forthcoming trip to Germany - where it now seems that the Game System will be trapping us the wrong side of a great Crystal Seal or Portal into the Mirror World where the Ratio (the big boss bad thingummy) and the others of the Forsaken now live.....
If that is not enough- having ported us through into this other world - they have decided that the Ratio may be so powerful and evil that it cannot be allowed back into the real world... so they have shut the gate behind us !!! Well thanks for that you powers that be !! So it seems that retreat is unacceptable and impossible and we will fight the Ratio !!! The Declaration of War has already been made so here we go....
Well as I mused, I thought the best idea was to write a song!!! And the best way I know of writing a song is to steal it from somewhere else... Or rather (!!) as a "musical historian" I would find the original words to an otherwise well known sort of traditional song........
My inspiration was of course my good friend Rick, who will be a battle leader of the new armies - the First Spear - and his new look as our noble (harsh but fair) leader Zeno Sidonius!!!
With his Plume of feathers - the Lord Captain of the Grand Expedition... (they may not be actual feathers but I am a Skald, (or Bard) and am allowed a little poetic license....
All he needs of course is some Chainmail - probably a little weathered - and he will be altogether fit to fight the Ratio......
Needed a good tune and in this case Luke Kelly provided the starting point....
And so we have "Dressed to fight the Ratio"....
In January I had no fear
I thought it might be a good idea..
To sail my boat to Mythodea
To go and fight the RATIO, the RATIO...
I'm weary of the RATIO....
It's time to fight the RATIO..
I was wearing.......
A plume of feathers
Burnished Leathers
Chain - mail weathered
All together, fit to
Go and fight the RATIO....
In February I felt quite cool
I charged the shield-wall like a Bull
Though many said I was a fool
I trained to fight the RATIO...
I was wearing....
In March again I took the field
I fought the Undead with sword and shield
Fought ten to one - I'd never yield
'Cos I would fight the RATIO...
I was wearing....
In April things they got much worse
By the Oily Pestilence I was cursed
But by a healer I was nursed
To live to fight the RATIO... the RATIO...
I'm weary of the RATIO...
I rose to fight the RATIO...
I was wearing....
The month of May wasn't very nice
I found myself in the Schwarze Eis
Friends dragged me back and I paid the Price
To go and fight the RATIO
I was wearing....
The next month was the month of June
And we were singing a different tune
For we would be there all too soon
To go and fight the RATIO
I was wearing.....
July it all got a little real
Nobody asked me how I'd feel
When they went and opened the final seal
That led to the land of the RATIO... the RATIO..
They're a scary lot that RATIO...
Maybe I'll skip the RATIO....
I was wearing.....
But August came like a rising tide
We hope we're properly fortified
'Cos they locked us on the other side
So we'd better fight the RATIO....
I was wearing.....
So now we fight , we show no fear,
Our destiny is pretty clear
So drink with me and down your beer
And sing "Death to the RATIO"
I was wearing.......
A plume of feathers
Burnished Leathers
Chain - mail weathered
All together, fit to
Go and fight the RATIO....
Just need to get back to try playing and recording....
So Happy Birthday to Susie .. before I forget ....
And a glass or two to celebrate - Cheers!
And a glass or two to celebrate - Cheers!
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