What you will find here

This is a place to examine plans filled with hope; plans which promise a refuge from chaos; plans which will shape our futures. Veterans with and without PTSD, Pentecostal Presbyterians, Adjudicated Youth, and Artists-Musicians-Writers: I write what I know. ~~~ Evelyn

Friday, September 28, 2012

Beautiful Oleg and Ugly Amanita third verse

Beautiful Oleg and Ugly Amanita
Leader:So Oleg climbed through the oak’s sprawling branches.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg pulled himself through the banyans’ legs.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg leaped through the leafy canopy.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:Until he came upon a compound in the forest. There was a tree house there now, and beside the tree house was a corral. The corral was thick with flaming bougainvillea canes and grew directly from the ground up and around in a huge circle.
Chorus:A flaming thorny circle, thought Oleg.
Leader:A flaming thorny circle, thought Oleg.What a brilliant idea.This rancher must be the smartest rancher on all Orchidea!
Oy!Ugly Amanita! It is I, Beautiful Oleg.I have traveled through the sprawling oaks.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And crawled through the banyans’ legs
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:and leapt across the leafy canopy.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And now I see before me the flaming thorny circle, where I last saw my oolong, Fluffy.Oy! Ugly Amanita, I want my sire back!
From far above Oleg came a voice, “It’ll cost you.
I don’t have any money.
Chorus:I don’t want your money.
Leader:I only have four hen-oolongs left.
Chorus:I have four-hundred hens, I don’t need yours.
Leader:Then what do you want?
Chorus:I want children!
Leader:Then go and get you some, says Oleg.
Don’t you remember the last time you came here?I need a husband to have children, and I am too ugly to entice a husband.
That’s alright, I’m beautiful enough for the both of us.
From far above him, the voice called again, You don’t remember how ugly I am, do you?
Chorus:Ummmmmm.
Leader:No, Ugly Amanita, I remember you were ugly, not how very ugly you were.I tend to forget things, says Oleg.
From far above in the tree house, Ugly Amanita said, Take your sire and go, Beautiful Oleg.For you may give me beautiful children, but they would be the stupidest children on all Orchidea, and I couldn’t bare that.
Oleg ran out of the compound.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader: And Oleg leaped through the leafy canopy
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg pulled himself through the banyans’ legs.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg climbed through the oak’s sprawling branches.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Beautiful Oleg made it safely home.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:But Oleg the Beautiful’s sire was worn out from his years in the Ugly Amanita’s flaming thorny circle, so his herds didn’t increase all that much.But more than anything else-
Chorus:Oleg was too stupid to have children!
Leader:And Baffle the Butt-face but Brilliant ‘longer married Ugly Amanita and they had ugly but smart children.
Leader and Chorus: And we’re their descendents!


Songs and Stories from A Filker’s Companion to Bedina’s War

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Dorediean

Slavery is a state of being, not a limitation of the mind. Dorediean


Scriptures from A Filker’s Companion to Bedina’s War

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Kagan and his Silkie-Wife


Kagan and his Silkie-Wife

Re-told by Evelyn Rainey


(I was at OKon in 1984 when I heard this song during a filksing.  I only remembered the refrain and have never been able to find it again.  So I re-told it as best I could and added a whole lot more and left out the part where Kagan battled the Sea-god.)




Kagan was a fisherman

And Kagan loved the sea,

But Kagan was lonely,

So he turned his back on the sea

And became a farmer,

Surrounded by land.

And Kagan was lonelier still.



Kagan met a woman,

Whose eyes were brown as fresh-baked bread,

Whose lips were full of laughter,

And Kagan lost his heart to her

And took her as his wife.

They lived surrounded by land,

But Kagan was lonely for the sea.



His wife sang:

Kagan, Kagan, Kagan,

Don’t ye go to sea,

For the Earth is rich and yields to thee

And ah – that I don’t miss the sea.



But Kagan was her husband,

And she was his wife,

So they returned to his cottage.

Every morning she would walk him to the wharf

And wave good-by.

Every evening she would wait for his return.

And she trembled for the nearness of the sea.



She would sing:

Kagan, Kagan Kagan,

Turn the dory home

For the waves do dance, and winds do blow

And ah – these breakers call to me.



And Kagan would hear her song

Even miles away,

And he would turn back home to her side.



Kagan’s wife was good and kind,

But the townspeople knew what she was.

She was a Silkie –

Born as a seal in the sea,

Living as a human on the land,

For a year, or a decade, or a century.

But with one splash of the sea against her skin,

She would become a seal once more,

Never to be human again for the rest of her life.



And the townspeople loved her all the more,

As she stood on the wharf and sang:

Kagan, Kagan Kagan,

Turn the dory home

For the waves do dance and winds do blow

And ah – these breakers call to me.



And Kagan would hear her song

Even miles away,

And he would turn back home to her side.



Winter came, as winter always does.

And Kagan went out to fish.

His wife begged him not to,

For she knew the wind,

And the winter, and the sea.

But he was a fisherman,

And the sea was waiting for him.



When dusk fell, Kagan did not return.

And she cried:

Kagan, Kagan Kagan,

Turn the dory home

For the winter wind and ice do come,

And ah – that I do fear for thee.



He heard her song

From miles away,

But he could not fight the wind.





The wind licked ice along the wood of his dory.

The wind stripped him of all warmth.

And he raged against the wind.

But the wind did not hear him

Kagan sank to the bottom

Of his dory to sleep – forever.



And she knew the wind had won,

But she sang again:

Kagan, Kagan Kagan,

Turn the dory home

For the winter wind and ice do come,

And ah – that I do fear for me.



And then she slipped into the sea.

She swam with a seal’s sureness

And found his dory,

And sank her seal-teeth into the rope,

And dragged Kagan’s dory

Toward shore.



And she sang:

Humans, Humans, Humans,

Come and take him home,

For Kagan and the wind did fight,

And I his wife may never be.



The townspeople heard and came

And carried Kagan into his empty cottage.

And Kagan’s silkie-wife swam south,

Where the waters are warm.

And sometimes, late in the day,

When Kagan was old and tired,

He could still hear her sing:



Kagan, Kagan Kagan,

Turn the dory home

For the waves do dance, and winds do blow,

And I will always love thee.

And I will always love thee.

ejr

Monday, September 24, 2012


Certain things you learn in this life. These things help you survive. I believe they become a part of you.



Friday, September 21, 2012

Beautiful Oleg and Ugly Amanita second verse

Beautiful Oleg and Ugly Amanita
Leader:So Oleg climbed through the oak’s sprawling branches.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg pulled himself through the banyans’ legs.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg leaped through the leafy canopy.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:Until he came upon a compound in the forest. There was a bungalow there now, and beside the bungalow was a corral. The corral was thick with flaming bougainvillea canes and grew directly from the ground up and around in a huge circle.
Chorus:A flaming thorny circle, thought Oleg.
Leader:A flaming thorny circle, thought Oleg. What a brilliant idea.This rancher must be the smartest rancher on all Orchidea!
Oy!It is I, Beautiful Oleg.I have traveled through the sprawling oaks.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And crawled through the banyans’ legs
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:and leapt across the leafy canopy.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And now I see before me the flaming thorny circle, where I last saw my oolong, Fluffy.Oy! Ugly Amanita, I want my sire back!
From within the bungalow came a voice, You can have your sire back, but it will cost you.
I have money, but not so much as I had before.
Chorus:I don’t need your money.
Leader:I have hen-oolongs, though not so many as I had before.
Chorus:I have forty hen-oolongs, though I only had four before.I don’t need your females.
Leader:Then what do you need?
Chorus:I need children.
Leader:Well, thought Oleg, who was growing weary of thinking.Go get you some children.
I need a husband for that.
Chorus:Oh, I didn’t know that
Leader:Come inside, and I’ll show you exactly what I mean.
Chorus:Come inside, and I’ll show you exactly what I mean.
Leader:So Oleg the Beautiful stepped into the hen-rancher’s bungalow.Never before had Oleg seen a more hideous woman in his entire life.Remember, Oleg the Beautiful was not very smart and couldn’t remember seeing her the last time.Never before had Oleg seen a more hideous woman in his entire life, nor his previous lives, going all the way back around his karmic regenerations.
Chorus:She was hideous!
Leader:She had silky golden hair flowing in braids.
Chorus:From her armpits!”
Leader:And supple breasts.
Chorus:Hidden beneath the folds of her obese body!
Leader:Her lips were the color of rose petals.
Chorus:But the shape of a sicrethin’s ass.
Leader:(to keep things rated PG13, the leader needs to do something to make this phrase unheard– sips from a mug, cough or sneeze, make the mike squeek, have fun with this!!)
Chorus:You’d need to leave breadcrumbs to find your way back out!
Leader:It was too much for poor Beautiful Oleg.He couldn’t think fast enough.So Oleg ran.
Oleg ran out of the compound.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg leaped through the leafy canopy
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader: And Oleg pulled himself through the banyans’ legs.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg climbed through the oak’s sprawling branches.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Beautiful Oleg made it safely home.
Chorus: do the accompanying action

Leader:But Oleg had no sire for his hen-oolongs, and soon his herd grew thin.But more than anything else-
Chorus and Leader: Oleg missed his sire!


Songs and Stories from A Filker’s Companion to Bedina’s War

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Spa'Lab

We are individuals, each one.Alone in the universe, but one with the Song.Spa’Lab

Scriptures from A Filker’s Companion to Bedina’s War

Monday, September 17, 2012



Mother World of Returning. Green of Dusk. Autumn of Time. North of the World. Salt to bind and protect.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Beautiful Oleg and Ugly Amanita first verse

Beautiful Oleg and Ugly Amanita
Leader:A long time ago.
Chorus:A long time ago!
Leader:A long time ago, there lived a beautiful man named Oleg.He was so beautiful, that he had women fighting in the streets to marry him. But he was too beautiful for any woman on Orchidea, and so he stayed at his ranch and bred his oolongs.
Chorus:And bred his oolongs!
Leader:One day, his favorite oolong sire ran off into the forest, so Oleg tracked him.Oleg climbed through the oak’s sprawling branches.”
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg pulled himself through the banyans’ legs.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg leaped through the leafy canopy.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:Every time he caught a glance of his oolong, the creature spurred faster away.”
Chorus:The oolong spurred faster away.
Leader:One evening, as Oleg grew weary of chasing the oolong, he came upon a burrow dug beside a corral.The corral was thick with flaming bougainvillea canes and grew directly from the ground up and around in a huge circle.
Chorus:A flaming thorny circle, thought Oleg.
Leader:A flaming thorny circle, thought Oleg.What a brilliant idea.This rancher must be the smartest rancher on all Orchidea!This rancher grew his own corral.It’s beautiful, but the thorns keep the oolongs inside and the jungle beasts outside.This rancher must be the smartest rancher on all Orchidea! (wink) For all of Oleg’s beauty, he wasn’t very smart himself, and he had forgotten that he’d already said --
Chorus and Leader: This rancher must be the smartest rancher on all Orchidea.
Leader:While Oleg stood there, lost in thought, his oolong clambered up the side of the bougainvillea branches and leaped over the top into the corral. OY! cries Oleg.
Chorus:Oy!
Leader:Oy! Come back here!And Oleg sat down to think how to get his favorite oolong sire out of the flaming thorny circle.Who’s that yelling outside my door? Came a voice from inside the burrow.It be me, Oleg the Beautiful.My oolong climbed over your flaming thorny circle and now I can’t think how to get him out.Oleg thought for a comshell then exclaimed with inspiration, Can you help?
I am Ugly Amanita. I can help you get your sire back, but it will cost you, came the voice.
I have money, Oleg agreed.
I don’t want your money, the voice replied.
I have hen-oolongs, Oleg offered.
I have four hen-oolongs, so I don’t need your females, the voice answered.
Well, if you don’t want my money, and you don’t want my hens, what do you want?Oleg stood up, because sometimes it was easier for him to think standing up than sitting down.
Chorus:When he was sitting down, he tended to go to sleep.
Leader:I want you for my husband, came the voice.Oleg was glad he was standing, because he really needed to think about what the voice had said. Can you repeat that? He asked.
Chorus:I want you for my husband.
Leader:That’s what I thought you said, said Oleg.But why?
The voice replied, On Orchidea, there are more women than men, and more hen-oolongs than sires. I want children, and can’t do that without having a husband.I want my hens to lay eggs, and they can’t do that without a sire.
Well, thought Oleg, that makes sense.But how will this help me get my sire back?”
Why don’t you come inside and I’ll explain it to you? Came the voice.
Chorus:Why don’t you come inside and I’ll explain it to you?
Leader:It looks awfully dark in there, Oleg said fearfully. Why don’t you come out here?
Nay, said the voice.I don’t want you to see my face.
Why not?Pondered Oleg aloud.
Because I’m not beautiful. My name is Ugly Amanita for a reason.
That’s alright, I’m beautiful enough for both of us, soothed Oleg.
Alright then, I’ll come out.And she did.Never before had Oleg seen a more hideous woman in his entire life, nor his previous lives, going all the way back around his karmic regenerations.
Chorus:She was hideous!
Leader:She had silky golden hair flowing in braids.
Chorus:From her armpits!”
Leader:And supple breasts.
Chorus:Hidden beneath the folds of her obese body!
Leader:Her lips were the color of rose petals.
Chorus:But the shape of a sicrethin’s ass.
Leader:(to keep things rated PG13, the leader needs to do something to make this phrase unheard– sips from a mug, cough or sneeze, make the mike squeek, have fun with this!!)
Chorus:You’d need to leave breadcrumbs to find your way back out!
Leader:It was too much for poor Beautiful Oleg.He couldn’t think fast enough.So Oleg ran.
Oleg ran out of the compound.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg leaped through the leafy canopy
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg pulled himself through the banyans’ legs.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Oleg climbed through the oak’s sprawling branches.
Chorus: do the accompanying action
Leader:And Beautiful Oleg made it safely home.
Chorus: do the accompanying action

Leader:But Oleg had no sire for his hen-oolongs, and soon his herd grew thin.But more than anything else-
Chorus and Leader: Oleg missed his sire!


Songs and Stories from A Filker’s Companion to Bedina’s War