ArmedConflict

Armies
Tiny wren, tiny wren, under the linden Pondering in wonder the human conundrum Ptarmigan, ptarmigan, under the lambskin While into the darkness our __armies__ are blundering

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Axe
And yet forever doomed to sailing And also the harp of triple song liberator lancer and marauder And also the __axe__ of double blade cleaving in and inbetween disorder What sisterhood has joined together no brother feud can ever sever

The Yarn Unraveller, //The Wyrd Meme//

Battle
Raise me high, raise me high, That I may see my fallen kindred seated Who met with death upon the __battlefield__ Who, in the end, fell and were defeated

Farewell Sorrow, //Farewell Sorrow//

It's eighteen years since the loud cicadas Made us leave our imperilled shores Such a ragged band of true Crusaders To join or father in the War of Wars We came at last to the field of __battle__

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), //Spoils//

I had to go down to the hazel grove Now we'll all go down together Only one more task to tackle Before we reach the final __battle__ Loose the Earl o' Hell's belt-buckle Crumple down his trousers

Hazel Forks, //Spoils//

For giving to humanity the right to go to __battle__ Delivering to you and me the right to die in war, war, war For a world of muckled wonder, for a world of muckled terror Its errors they are many, but its marvels they are more, more, more

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Bow
But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung __bow__? How can the war be won as long as my blade's unswung? I'll give you the grip of my hand, I'll give you my word, He will come to his end on the end of your sword

The Cruel War, //The Amber Gatherers//

What cares the crow for the plaint of lapwing? What cares the snow for the summer's thaw? Or Orion's __bow__ for the sting of scorpion? Or the heads of Europe as they roll away?

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Blade
But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow? How can the war be won as long as my __blade's__ unswung? I'll give you the grip of my hand, I'll give you my word, He will come to his end on the end of your sword

The Cruel War, //The Amber Gatherers//

And yet forever doomed to sailing And also the harp of triple song liberator lancer and marauder And also the axe of double __blade__ cleaving in and inbetween disorder What sisterhood has joined together no brother feud can ever sever

The Yarn Unraveller, //The Wyrd Meme//

Well Fitful to trade was a sharpener of __blades__ You never saw one so venal A barrel of ash where his heart should have been A bramble in place of a brain-o

And Listless instead was a blunter of __blades__ The ugliest witch in this coven He spent all his days devising new ways To disprove what Fitful had proven

Peacock Strut, unreleased

Cannon
By there came a silver ship of time Ship of time ship of time With __cannons__ fanning out at every angle Port and starboard fore and aft An old and lofty clock was seen to dangle From the topmost lofty mast

The Hallucinator and the King of the Silver Ship of Time, //The Wyrd Meme//

Fight, fighting
And I gave myself up to a governing passion, Strutting around like some lord of misrule. Taking delight in my rifle reporting, __Fighting__ and sporting and playing the fool.

I Am a Young Man, //Farewell Sorrow//

Let me lie and bleed awhile, let me lie and bleed a while, Let me lie and bleed awhile, I will rise and __fight__ again.

Let Me Lie and Bleed Awhile, //The Amber Gatherers//

Well, woe to those who celebrate the taking up of violence And woe to those who perpetrate delusions of their silence Who'd fight for their nation with sword or with firebrand Be they raver in the border or raider in the highlands

Song Composed in December, unreleased

Gunpowder
All the day long we'll be drinking like masons Mixing the __gunpowder__ into the wine Fixing our liquor in baptismal basins Bonnie Saint Kentigern stands upon time

The Merry Wake, unreleased

Knife
And the way they were tricked by death, Betrayed, betrayed, levelled and mistreated. I've stuck a __knife__ in a man for less, But Death is not so easily defeated.

Farewell Sorrow, //Farewell Sorrow//

Now __knife__ is in chest, poison in horn Famine and pest and babies unborn

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Poison
Now knife is in chest, __poison__ in horn Famine and pest and babies unborn

What Cares the Crow for the Plaint of Lapwing? unreleased

Rifle
And I gave myself up to a governing passion, Strutting around like some lord of misrule Taking delight in my __rifle__ reporting, Fighting and sporting and playing the fool

I Am a Young Man, //Farewell Sorrow//

Soldier
What are you doing, __soldier__ bold? Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. What are you doing, __soldier__ bold? Slowly growing old, said he.

Of what is the world made, __soldier__ bold? Slowly growing old, slowly growing old. A little light, and a little shade, don't you know. Slowly growing old, said he.

And how shall we measure it, __soldier__ bold? Slowly growing old, slowly growing old

Slowly Growing Old, //Farewell Sorrow//

Sword
But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow? How can the war be won as long as my blade's unswung? I'll give you the grip of my hand, I'll give you my word, He will come to his end on the end of your __sword__

The Cruel War, //The Amber Gatherers//

Woe to those who celebrate the taking up of violence And woe to those who perpetrate delusions of their silence Who'd fight for their nation with __sword__ or with firebrand Be they raver in the border or raider in the highlands

Song Composed in December, unreleased

War
Before the cruel __war__ was on, I was so strong. Now I am gaunt and drawn, now I am dying.

And now the cruel __war__ is on, she brings me a son, And I know some foreign one has been with her, lying. I know by his cradle cry, I know by his whine, I know by the black of his eye, he's no son of mine.

Now the cruel __war__ is on, I must be ready, Though there's no warlike bone in all my body.

Though there's no __warlike__ bone in all my body, Now the cruel __war__ is on, I must be ready. Be ready, be ready, I must be ready. Now the cruel __war__ is on, I must be ready.

But how can I fell my foe with only an unstrung bow? How can the __war__ be won as long as my blade's unswung?

The Cruel War, //The Amber Gatherers//

It's eighteen years since the loud cicadas Made us leave our imperilled shores Such a ragged band of true Crusaders To join or father in the __War of Wars__ We came at last to the field of battle

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), //Spoils//

Misfiring in our prions has led us to defiance Some error in our rearing has led us from obedience The world ends in the skirl of the __warpipes__ The world ends in the skirl of the __warpipes__

The Royal Road at the World's End, //The Wyrd Meme//

For giving to humanity the right to go to battle Delivering to you and me the right to die in __war__, __war__, __war__ For a world of muckled wonder, for a world of muckled terror Its errors they are many, but its marvels they are more, more, more

The Wheels of the World, unreleased

Well windfall was in retrograde, bloom was all a-drifting Every wraith made with her shade over the lintel lifting Come and join the loudness __wars__ It's time we waged the loudness __wars__

The Loudness Wars, unreleased