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[SubRosa]

No, I do not meant Jeremy Soule's soundtracks. I mean take the lyrics to any RL song, and Elder Scrolls-ize it. Let's give those bards something more to play than the same three songs.


I'm back the fog has lifted
The nirn has shifted
and raised the dragonborn
You knew I'd be back
so pack your axe And hit the road Jorlief
cause daddy's home
With the funky hot spells
Thick like Fish-Breath
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Olfrid
[censored] I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music I make (uh)

[chorus]
I make bardic rock
and I mix it with the Hammerfell hop
I get you higher then a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Nord
I make northern rock
And I mix it with the Hammerfell hop
I got money like Ballin' Balgruuf
I'll forever been the Kid Nord
Forever

The junkies are, still skooma suckin
Still the same cause I ain't changed nothin'
Huffin and puffin
I got you rookies
All in check doin' the Nordic boogie
The jarl is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a dual wield pickaxe
Forget all that I'm still singin'
And like kids on Imga bars I'm still swingin'
Thought I got dusty
Thought I'd get rusty
thought I'd get rich and quit oh he must be
Fat and ugly broke black and blue
But I'm trim, fit, rich and I'm back for round two
Red white and the Honningbrew blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin you more then the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make (uh uh)

[chorus]

The black helm is back, in original form
The ledgible creditable inevitable storm
Way past the norm, still misbehavin'
Finger in the air and the Stormcloak flag still wavin
Young hagravens don't test the boss
Cause I got this forged like Eorlund Grey-mane
You can floss and front
You can taunt and tease
But you can't fetch with rhymes like these
Thumpin' like a drum kit
With rifs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist skooma and sip mead
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my armor
Khajiit and skooma you now how I live
Can't say that Kid
Fetch off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the pearl
Or just keep on Kid Nordin' in the free world

[chorus]

bardic rock
Forever
Hammerfell hop
Forever
tree top
Forever
Kid Nord (yeahhhhhhhh!)

bardic rock
Forever
Hammerfell hop
Forever
Northern rock
Forever
Kid Nord
Forever (yeahhhhhhhhh!)
FOREVER!!

This post has been edited by SubRosa: Apr 18 2013, 05:07 PM

[Colonel Mustard]

I like that idea a lot. Now I just need to work out a way to write 'Stairway to Sovngarde' without completely butchering the rhythm.

I do have one from my Madgod story, a 'Shivering Isles-ised' version of the Irish folk song, Song of a Harper. In short, a darker and bloodier version of the original, as fitting with the Isle.


Oh, they say 'tis a hanging that soon I will be
My body twisting from yonder mushroom tree.
For daring to dream that a harper could sing free,
I now die, for Order's hands end me.

Yet the strings of my harp will never be stilled,
while the land of Mania lies over the hill,
for the music of the Isles is their strength and their will,
and the soul of the harper nought can ever kill.

Oh the tyrant king on his cold crystal throne,
fears song's freedom he never has known.
Our bright Shiv'ring passion comes through in the tone,
so he orders it silenced and broods all alone.

Yet the strings of my harp will never be stilled,
while the land of Mania lies over the hill,
for the music of the Isles is their strength and their will,
and the soul of the harper nought can ever kill.

He'll string out my guts and drag me on the lane,
blood streaming on out of my open veins.
I'll kick and I'll scream in my terrible pain,
and as I die my blood the ground shall red stain.

Yet the strings of my harp will never be stilled,
while the land of Mania lies over the hill,
for the music of the Isles is their strength and their will,
and the soul of the harper nought can kill.

For one of the road, death holds no sting,
'tis another adventure, a wondrous thing.
And I know that my music shall evermore ring,
in the hill and the rivers of Mania's spring.

Yet the strings of my harp will never be stilled,
while the land of Mania lies over the hill,
for the music of the Isles is their strength and their will,
and the soul of the harper nought can ever kill