The sun doth burn and is high o'er Midgard's skies. My thews are burning, but you shall not see fear in mine eyes. My fate before me as I climb in and look to the road. I trigger Thor's lightning and it doth ver-i-ly explode.
The thunder throws me high o'er Rainbow Bridge. With one final thought as I fly towards Odin's Hall. I shall conquer Foul Loki if it is the last blow I strike!
Wouldst that I stood 'pon care-worn Stony Peak, Below in the vales of Tennessee. 'Tis no pollution-filled smoke 'pon Stony Peak, Nor scrolls from AT&T.
One cannot cultivate maize 'pon Stony Peak, The stones halt the growth of any seed -- 'Tis why the only grain 'pon Stony Peak is found in a tankard of mead.
Stony Peak! I shall ere regard Thee as mine own backyard, Noble, ancient Stony Peak, Stony Peak of Midgard, Stony Peak of Midgard.
In times past, varlets hied yon Stony Peak, Seeking the nectar of Odin, Ne'er did those varlets descend Stony Peak, Speaking of them is verboten.
In my youth, I loved on Stony Peak, A witch born of Ursa and Felis, As weasel unchecked, as mead honey-flecked, And my slumber is yet haunted by this Venus.
Stony Peak! I shall ere regard Thee as mine own backyard, Noble, ancient Stony Peak, Stony Peak of Midgard, Stony Peak of Midgard.
Tis skaldic in frolicry She hast cast her maiden’s eyes upon me As deep as open sea As honeyed as any bardicry Mmm – but she hath plucked my eyes with seid “She hath plucked my eyes with seid” And proclaimed me lacking in Freyr’s artistry
When I doth pull her tightly in dance “Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!” My nose inhales the potions “Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!” “Seid!” “Seid!”
Mmm – but tis skaldic in frolicry She hast cast her maiden’s eyes upon me As deep as open sea As honeyed as any bardicry Mmm – but she hath plucked my eyes with Seid And proclaimed me unlearned of Odin’s mysteries
When she doth circle me in dance “Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!” “Seid!” I can hear Loki’s trickery “Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!” “Seid!”
Tis skaldic in frolicry And now she hast bedded me The stars above are writhing The runes read favorably “She hath plucked my eyes with Seid” “She hath plucked my eyes with Seid!” And struck me with Dvegr devilry
“Great Asgard, shieldmaiden Sakamoto – thou art beautiful!” My – My eyes deceive me! There she dost flee again! She has scoured the room, and Mjollnir cannot be found! My mead and flagon My belt, Megingjord And the runes of my youth
Alas! – tis skaldic in frolicry And when she dost cast her maiden’s eyes upon me As deep as open sea As honeyed as any bardicry Mmm – but she hath plucked my eyes with seid “Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!” “Seid!”
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Date: 2006-05-23 01:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-23 02:10 pm (UTC)"Bang! Bang! Mjolnir, Thor's great hammer came down upon his head!
Bang! Bang! Mjolnir, Thor's great hammer made sure, that he was dead."
(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-23 02:14 pm (UTC)[actually, pretty much anything by Queen would work!]
(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-23 02:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-23 02:19 pm (UTC)My thews are burning, but you shall not see fear in mine eyes.
My fate before me as I climb in and look to the road.
I trigger Thor's lightning and it doth ver-i-ly explode.
The thunder throws me high o'er Rainbow Bridge.
With one final thought as I fly towards Odin's Hall.
I shall conquer Foul Loki if it is the last blow I strike!
(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-23 02:21 pm (UTC)It's not exactly contemporary pop but...
Date: 2006-05-23 02:21 pm (UTC)I'm sure a pop song for this will fall out of my skull here today sometime. More "One Week" lyrics leap to mind...
... The Mighty Roy...?
Date: 2006-05-23 02:50 pm (UTC)Below in the vales of Tennessee.
'Tis no pollution-filled smoke 'pon Stony Peak,
Nor scrolls from AT&T.
One cannot cultivate maize 'pon Stony Peak,
The stones halt the growth of any seed --
'Tis why the only grain 'pon Stony Peak
is found in a tankard of mead.
Stony Peak! I shall ere regard
Thee as mine own backyard,
Noble, ancient Stony Peak,
Stony Peak of Midgard,
Stony Peak of Midgard.
In times past, varlets hied yon Stony Peak,
Seeking the nectar of Odin,
Ne'er did those varlets descend Stony Peak,
Speaking of them is verboten.
In my youth, I loved on Stony Peak,
A witch born of Ursa and Felis,
As weasel unchecked, as mead honey-flecked,
And my slumber is yet haunted by this Venus.
Stony Peak! I shall ere regard
Thee as mine own backyard,
Noble, ancient Stony Peak,
Stony Peak of Midgard,
Stony Peak of Midgard.
Re: ... The Mighty Roy...?
Date: 2006-05-23 03:06 pm (UTC)Best I could think of was "Art thou are or art thou not mine leman?"
Re: ... The Mighty Roy...?
Date: 2006-05-23 03:20 pm (UTC)OT: LJ newbie question - How do you guys make that username link show up with the little head next to it?
Re: It's not exactly contemporary pop but...
Date: 2006-05-23 03:27 pm (UTC)"Hate Being Weak" (http://nimitzbrood.livejournal.com/38955.html)
Re: ... The Mighty Roy...?
Date: 2006-05-23 03:30 pm (UTC)<lj user="nimitzbrood">
Just enter that HTML, substituting the LJ user ID you want, and voila.
Re: ... The Mighty Roy...?
Date: 2006-05-23 03:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-05-23 05:11 pm (UTC)Just a slob like Jack Kirby?
A guy who drew circuitry
And basic shapes made out of chrooooome?
He'd call the Bowery his hooooome
With fuzzy face and hairless doooome
With apologies to Thomas Dolby
Date: 2006-05-23 07:02 pm (UTC)She hast cast her maiden’s eyes upon me
As deep as open sea
As honeyed as any bardicry
Mmm – but she hath plucked my eyes with seid
“She hath plucked my eyes with seid”
And proclaimed me lacking in Freyr’s artistry
When I doth pull her tightly in dance
“Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!”
My nose inhales the potions
“Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!”
“Seid!”
“Seid!”
Mmm – but tis skaldic in frolicry
She hast cast her maiden’s eyes upon me
As deep as open sea
As honeyed as any bardicry
Mmm – but she hath plucked my eyes with Seid
And proclaimed me unlearned of Odin’s mysteries
When she doth circle me in dance
“Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!”
“Seid!”
I can hear Loki’s trickery
“Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!”
“Seid!”
Tis skaldic in frolicry
And now she hast bedded me
The stars above are writhing
The runes read favorably
“She hath plucked my eyes with Seid”
“She hath plucked my eyes with Seid!”
And struck me with Dvegr devilry
“Great Asgard, shieldmaiden Sakamoto – thou art beautiful!”
My – My eyes deceive me!
There she dost flee again!
She has scoured the room, and Mjollnir cannot be found!
My mead and flagon
My belt, Megingjord
And the runes of my youth
Alas! – tis skaldic in frolicry
And when she dost cast her maiden’s eyes upon me
As deep as open sea
As honeyed as any bardicry
Mmm – but she hath plucked my eyes with seid
“Plucked my eyes with Seid – Seid!”
“Seid!”
Re: ... The Mighty Roy...?
Date: 2006-05-23 08:32 pm (UTC)