Under the Silt (aka Under the Sea)

Under the Silt (originally Under the Sea by Samuel E. Wright)

As sung by a

The mudflat is always deeper
In someone else’s sun bake
Psionic visions of going up above
Are from those you won’t love!

Under the silt
Under the silt
Wanderer, it’s better
Down where it’s dryer
Take it from me (by force or guile)
A stone dagger behind every smile
Out in the sun they slave away
Chippin’ away at the clay

Down here all the silt horrors is happy
Through the powdery dunes they roll
The horrors on the land ain’t happy
Who would be under the dark sun?
But the fish in the Tablelands is lucky
They sad because they fight for drops
But the ones on the Obisidian Plains
Are on the rocks!

Oh no, under the silt
Under the silt
Nobody harpoon us
Except maybe giants
In the Great Silt Sea
We what the para-elementals love
Above the surface, razor wings drove
We got no sunlight it would seem
Save your sunscreen

Under the silt(under the silt)
Under the silt(under the silt)

Since life is brief here
We got the grey lung here
Defiling (defiling)
Even the kragling and the banshee
They get the urge ‘n’ start to prey
We got the undead
You got to hear it
Under the silt

The silt runners are the drummers
Beastheads blast the bongos
Giants grind guitars
And they sound like thunder
Angering them is a one time blunder
For the drakes of the silt
Bagpipes are built
Caller in darkness sings the best
Silt horrors do the rest
Drakes of air and sun
Just add to all the fun

Yeah, under the silt (under the silt)
Under the silt (under the silt)
When the silt pirates
Begin the bone clarinet
It’s music to me (it’s music to me)
What do they got? A lot of sand
Our grain is much finer
Each floater here
Know how to bloat here
Under the silt
Each little drake here
Jammin’ the trespasser here
Under the silt
Each little ruktoi here
Know how to sail here
That’s why it’s hotter
above the silt
Ya we in luck here
Down in the muck here
Under the silt!

Yes, I am a terrible poet. Still, hope this gives you all some chuckles.

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Ooo ooo I wanna play too!

A kank with no name-Athas
(A horse with no name-America)

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were psi-cats and lirrs and rocs and things
There was sand and hills and stings
The first thing I met was a hurrum with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was bare of sound

I’ve been through the desert on a kank with no name
I left in search of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain’t no slavedriver to give you no pain
La, la.

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

I’ve been through the desert on a kank with no name
I left in search of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain’t no slavedriver to give you no pain
La, la.

After nine days I let the kank run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were floaters and drakes and rocs and things
There was silt and haze and razorwings
The silt sea is a desert with it’s life underground
And a choking disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humanoids will give no love

I’ve been through the desert on a kank with no name
I left in search of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain’t no slavedriver to give you no pain
La, la.

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This is the geekiest stuff I’ve seen since Drizzt’s cover of Jimmy Buffet. I absolutely love it!

As soon as I have time, I’ll add one as well.

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This a great outlet for all the geeky songs I’ve modified over the years and had no one to share with! Here’s another one

Dark Sun (Black Rain-Ozzy Osbourne) Crimson Legion theme song?

The dark sun is rising
Desiccating the ground
All Athas is dying
The dead are scattered around
What is the price of an arrow?
Another hole in the head
A shadow closes over a body
Another legionnaire is dead

How many victims have fallen
How many more have to die
People dying in masses
Giant of shade standing by

We’ve got our marching orders
Defenders of our home and our pride
We’ve crossed too many borders
Military suicide

War killing sons and daughters
Another failed attack
There is no turning back
Blood running down like water
You’ll think you got away
Until the sorcerer- king comes

Templars confuse me
I watch the body count rise
Why are the gladiators all marching
Into the desert to die?
The humanoid psyche is twisted
The madness rising again
Another city-state falling
I watch them dying in vain

We’ve got our marching orders
Defenders of our home and our pride
We’ve crossed too many borders
Military suicide

war sends our freedmen to slaughter
Another failed attack
There is no turning back
Blood running down like water
You’ll think you got away
Until the sorcerer-king comes

Are you ready?

Dark sun, Dark sun
Dark sun, Dark sun

War killing sons and daughters
Another failed attack
There is no turning back
Blood running down like water
You’ll think you got away
Until the sorcerer-king
You’ll think you got away
Until the lion-king comes

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Oh so awesome! Thanks for sharing!

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Great cover of a great song

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Say what?!
What is this you are talking about?

It was in an old issue of Dragon Magazine which I cannot seem to find.

“Wasting away again in Menzoberranzan.
Trying to find some way to get out.
Some people say that there’s a spider to blame,
but I know,
It’s all Llolth’s fault.”

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That’s a good one. I couldn’t figure out which Dragon Magazine either. I looked. Maybe the Letters pages?

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