From a3bd32d1342c9c85439d4ffa19e0be0119b303ca Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: =?utf8?q?w=C5=8D=C3=B0-w=C5=8Dd?= Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2017 20:54:37 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] creatio ex nihilo --- .gitignore | 4 ++ orig/caged.txt | 32 +++++++++++++++ orig/crone-of-unknown-wone.txt | 9 +++++ orig/exhibit-a.txt | 26 ++++++++++++ "orig/ferde_hold_fast_\303\276i_scylde.txt" | 27 +++++++++++++ orig/rules_4_and_5.txt | 9 +++++ orig/the-toom-tomb-looms.txt | 19 +++++++++ orig/wiegeliedje.txt | 8 ++++ orig/wite-sige.txt | 15 +++++++ orig/xlat/fighting-men.txt | 27 +++++++++++++ orig/xlat/know-victory.txt | 15 +++++++ xlat/bazart-chaos-sangtekst-en-trans.txt | 63 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ xlat/descryvyng-a-fair-lady.txt | 57 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ xlat/i-have-a-gentil-cok.txt | 24 +++++++++++ xlat/voodoo.txt | 30 ++++++++++++++ 15 files changed, 365 insertions(+) create mode 100644 .gitignore create mode 100644 orig/caged.txt create mode 100644 orig/crone-of-unknown-wone.txt create mode 100644 orig/exhibit-a.txt create mode 100644 "orig/ferde_hold_fast_\303\276i_scylde.txt" create mode 100644 orig/rules_4_and_5.txt create mode 100644 orig/the-toom-tomb-looms.txt create mode 100644 orig/wiegeliedje.txt create mode 100644 orig/wite-sige.txt create mode 100644 orig/xlat/fighting-men.txt create mode 100644 orig/xlat/know-victory.txt create mode 100644 xlat/bazart-chaos-sangtekst-en-trans.txt create mode 100644 xlat/descryvyng-a-fair-lady.txt create mode 100644 xlat/i-have-a-gentil-cok.txt create mode 100644 xlat/voodoo.txt diff --git a/.gitignore b/.gitignore new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e7f6078 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitignore @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +.*~ +.*.swp +.*.swo + diff --git a/orig/caged.txt b/orig/caged.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f7145d2 --- /dev/null +++ b/orig/caged.txt @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +======= + «A caged sage waged rage for half his age, and, + bestranged, arranged this half a page» +======= + +Alack! + Yet am I a perpetual wanter + Yes ever a green-eyed monster +Caged, + This captive revenant haunts her + Watching wondrous wights taunt her +Ah! + +Caged, + Held in a humanoid prison + Serving a life-long sentence +Caged, + Empty, then brimming contrition + Rending my life, repentent +Ah! Ah! + +Caged + Where sadness would be a comfort + And satisfaction a heaven +Caged + Where comfort is only an ort + And heaven only a sweven +Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! + +Caged (Caged!) + And I'm just along for the ride +Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! diff --git a/orig/crone-of-unknown-wone.txt b/orig/crone-of-unknown-wone.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1128e7b --- /dev/null +++ b/orig/crone-of-unknown-wone.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +Alone a crone of unknown wone + Silent suffers untold woe + Like thrown stone and broken bone + Such the spirit undergo + While the soul doth sorrow so + Low her eyes she quiet cries + Yet ne'er the tears will come to flow + So soon come even---how time flies +The crone as day when sunshine dies diff --git a/orig/exhibit-a.txt b/orig/exhibit-a.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4498ac9 --- /dev/null +++ b/orig/exhibit-a.txt @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +Ever alone but by my will +Would that I could face the day +Inside I lay and lone I stay +I slow through night, by day am still +If I would speak what could I say? +What would I do were I not ill? +And woke by morn without my fill? +Could spend my time with aught but nil? + +Like king depos'd, his throne usurpt +Am I denied my by-birth right +Abandon'd to a peasant's plight +A yeoman's earth, and soldier's hurt +But lacking princely will to fight +For hist'ry shows my will inert +Meseems it long, but life is curt +Would I commit myself to dirt? + +Apathetic of life's empty chase +Would that I for once were brave +I wait for someone else to save +I curse the gods, then beg for grace +Or reaper's kiss and peaceful grave +Then bid any god to take my case +If answer comes, how slow its pace! +I hunger for that cold embrace diff --git "a/orig/ferde_hold_fast_\303\276i_scylde.txt" "b/orig/ferde_hold_fast_\303\276i_scylde.txt" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9208600 --- /dev/null +++ "b/orig/ferde_hold_fast_\303\276i_scylde.txt" @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +============================= + Ferde hold fast þi schylde +============================= + +Lyȝtnyng flasche and þundre rore +Droppe bi droppe þe skie doþ pore +Syde bi syde fyȝt Ich bi mi horde +For glorie and honoure and fame + for oure lordes + +Iren flasche and flye mi sworde +Droppe bi droppe blode steynis þe more +Red and rouge doþ corsen streme and forde +From sangweyne and crimsen hware mi + blayde haþ yborde + +Hark and horen and þynke ȝe wel mi lore +Oan daȝe schalt hit be ȝou on þose schores +Samen sekire bi þiefis and hores +For to biseechan and ybedan at Hel to + open hiere dores + +Cweynen crie als fyren beorne +Liefde and fouȝte and nou forleorne +Þi leofan alloan mid bot ful sorwen +For þet Deaþe is ycum and þet + haþ he þei ycoren diff --git a/orig/rules_4_and_5.txt b/orig/rules_4_and_5.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8335033 --- /dev/null +++ b/orig/rules_4_and_5.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +Rules are had for good reason and ought not be broken + In our case especially not rules four or five + So mind you your words and what they betoken + An offense should you cause, the offended can shrive + Take a short pause, and swallow your pride + You might find it even quenches your thirst + And while acting a child you might feel more alive + Try to handle yourself like a grown-ass first +And don't whine like a bitch cuz that shit's the worst diff --git a/orig/the-toom-tomb-looms.txt b/orig/the-toom-tomb-looms.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2e4b8ed --- /dev/null +++ b/orig/the-toom-tomb-looms.txt @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +for whom the toom tomb looms: +ken ye whence the cents to pay your rents? +so deep a sleep is never cheap: +the deceased wist peace is just a lease[†]; +so hold your gold 'til ye be old, +to dole the toll for your hole in the fold, +where enroll your soul when the bell you knolls. + +and as Sint Johann[es] has awrit, +ye be evict when the Lord decrit, +a rotten lich who would be rich +but for the snitch, devised to mitch, +by clever hitch had lent your ditch. + + + +-- +The Revilations of Johann + diff --git a/orig/wiegeliedje.txt b/orig/wiegeliedje.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b6c945c --- /dev/null +++ b/orig/wiegeliedje.txt @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +--------------------------------------- +wiegeliedje voor 'n princes +--------------------------------------- +nu je moet gaan slapen, dus slaap lekker + naar je maar de zoetste dromen +en mag die dromen leven door de wekker + als de zon is opgekomen +--------------------------------------- diff --git a/orig/wite-sige.txt b/orig/wite-sige.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94a2204 --- /dev/null +++ b/orig/wite-sige.txt @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +frām Ēostran healle, cum þū hāle +hāle and hāliġe, rīs on heofone +lēoht bring ūs tō, O beorht bist þū +cum þū O Sunne, and wite siġe! + +on heofones rād, wes þū hāle +hāle and hāliġe, Hēahcyninge +wiermþe gief ūs tō, O gyden gōde +sċīn þū O Wundor, and wite siġe! + +on ǣfentīd swā on morgentīd, on ælfrīċe swā on middanġeard +wē earon weren and ġetoren, wēriġ wē earon ġetilod +wē leċġaþ ūs tō reste, þēah rīs þū swiftlīce +gā cwice and cum cwice, O cwēn of heofone +slǣp þū in sweartunge, and wite siġe! diff --git a/orig/xlat/fighting-men.txt b/orig/xlat/fighting-men.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c7aa09 --- /dev/null +++ b/orig/xlat/fighting-men.txt @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +==================================== +Fighting-man hold thy shield tightly +==================================== + +Lightning flashes and thunder roars +Drop by drop the sky doth pour +Side by side I fight with my hoard +For glory and honor and fame + for our lords + +Iron flashes and quick is my sword +Drop by drop blood stains the moor +Red and rouge doth course in streams and fords +From sanguine and crimson where my + blade hath bored + +Listen up and hear, and think about my [lore](lesson) +One day it will be ye on those shores +Alongside certain thieves and whores +Where ye will plead and pray for Hel to + open her doors + +The women cry and the fires burn +Lived and fought and now [forlorn](lost) +Thy loved-ones alone with nought but [sorwe](sorrow) +Because Death is come and cuz + he hath thee chosen diff --git a/orig/xlat/know-victory.txt b/orig/xlat/know-victory.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..caae91f --- /dev/null +++ b/orig/xlat/know-victory.txt @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +from Eostre's hall, O come thou whole +whole and holy, rise into heaven +bring light to us, O bright beest thou +come thou O Sunne, and know success! + +on heaven's road, O be thou whole +whole and holy, thou art High Queen +give warmth to us, O good goddess +shine thou O Wonder, and win victory! + +in eventide as in morrowtide, in Elf-Riche as in Middle-Yard +we are worn and torn, weary we have tilled +we lay ourselves to rest, though rise thou swiftly +go quick and come quick, O Queen of Heaven +sleep thou in swart of night, and know victory! diff --git a/xlat/bazart-chaos-sangtekst-en-trans.txt b/xlat/bazart-chaos-sangtekst-en-trans.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d63565a --- /dev/null +++ b/xlat/bazart-chaos-sangtekst-en-trans.txt @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +=========================================================================================== + Bazart —— "Chaos" +=========================================================================================== + || +Is er plaats voor mij || Is there a place for me +Zou het zonder mij || Would it without me + || +Denk goed na en traag || Consider good and slow +Ik heb iets nodig vandaag || I need something today +Ben ik alles al vergeten wat ik leerde || Have I already forgotten everything I learned + || +[x2] || [x2] +Het is het niet waard dat ik het || It's not worth it for me to +Het is het niet waard dat ik het onthou || It's not worth it for me to remember +Ik weet niet of ik de avond haal || I don't know if I can make it to this evening + || +[x2] || [x2] +Zeg m'n naam en ik blijf || Say my name and I'll stay +Maar als ik rond mij kijk || But as I look around me +Het is het niet waard || It isn't worth it +Het is het niet waard || It isn't worth it + || +Hoop dat alles vertraagt || Hope everything calms down +Teveel chaos vandaag || Too much chaos today +Zijn we alles al vergeten wat we leerden || Have we already forgotten everything we learned + || +[x2] || [x2] +Het is het niet waard dat ik het || It's not worth it for me to +Het is het niet waard dat ik het onthou || It's not worth it for me to remember +Ik weet niet of ik de avond haal || I don't know if I can make it until tonight + || +[x2] || [x2] +Zeg m'n naam en ik blijf || Say my name and I'll stay +Maar als ik rond mij kijk || But as I look around me +Het is het niet waard || It isn't worth it +Het is het niet waard || It isn't worth it + || +[x2] || [x2] +Is er plaats voor mij || Is there a place for me +In de verleden tijd || In the past +Zou het zonder mij || Would it without me +Niet veel beter zijn || Not be much better + || +[x3] || [x3] +Is er plaats voor mij || Is there a place for me +Zou het zonder mij || Would it without me + || +[x2] || [x2] +Zeg m'n naam en ik blijf || Say my name and I'll stay +Maar als ik rond mij kijk || But as I look around me +Het is het niet waard || It isn't worth it +Het is het niet waard || It isn't worth it + || +[x2] || [x2] +Is er plaats voor mij || Is there a place for me +In verleden tijd || In the past +Zou het zonder mij || Would it without me +Niet veel beter zijn || Not be much better + || +Is er plaats voor mij || Is there a place for me +Zou het zonder mij || Would it without me + || +=========================================================================================== diff --git a/xlat/descryvyng-a-fair-lady.txt b/xlat/descryvyng-a-fair-lady.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..80e4590 --- /dev/null +++ b/xlat/descryvyng-a-fair-lady.txt @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +I have a Lady, whereso she be, I have a lady, wherever she is, +That seldom ys the soverayn of my thought; That sometimes rules my thoughts; +On whos beawté when I beholde and se, Whose beauty, whenever I see it, +Remembryng me how well she ys wrought, Reminds me how well she's made, +I thanke fortune that to hyr grace me brought, I thank God that she graces me, +So fayre ys she but nothyng angelyke -- So fair but not at all an angel -- +Hyr bewty ys to none other lyke. Her beauty is unlike any other. + +For hardely, and she were made of brasse, Seeming like she were made of brass, +Face and all, she hath ynowgh fayrenesse: Face and all, she's pretty enough: +Hyr eyen byn holow and grene as any grasse, Her hallow eyes are green as grass, +And ravynnysshe yelow ys hyr sonny tresse. Golden yellow are her sunny locks. +Thereto she hath of every comlynesse As such she is very comely, +Such quantyté gevyn hyr by nature, And by nature is so well-endowed, +That with the leest she ys of hyr stature. That she seems small in comparison. + +And as a bolt hyr browes byn y-bent, Her brows are bent like an arrow, +And byttyl-browyd she ys also withall, And they are shaggy besides, +And of hir wytte as sympyll and innocent And she is dumb and naïve +As ys a chylde that can no good at all. Like a child that knows nothing. +She ys nat thyk; hyr stature ys but small. She isn't thick; she is narrow. +Hyr fyngers byn lytyll and nothyng long, Her fingers are little and short, +Hyr skyn ys smothe as any oxys tong. Her skin is as smooth as an ox's tongue. + +Therto she ys so wyse in dalyaunce, And yet she is wise in conversation, +And besette hyr wordes so womanly, And delivers words so womanly, +That hyr to here hit doth me dysplesaunce. That it hurts my ears to hear her. +For that she seyth ys sayde so connyngly, What she says is said so cunningly, +That when that there be mo then she and I, That when other people are present, +I had lever she were of talkyng styll, I'd rather she were silent, +Then that she shuld so goodly speche spyll. Than she spoil good conversation. + +And slowth noone shall have in her entresse, No one will be slow when she enters, +So dylygent ys she and vertulesse, So diligent and virtueless is she, +And so besy ay all good to undresse, And always too busy to undress, +That as a she-ape she ys harmelese, That she is as harmless as a she-ape, +And as an hornet meke and pytelesse; And as meek and pitiless as a hornet; +With that she ys so wyse and circumspecte, And just as wise and circumspect, +That prudent noon hyr foly can infecte. That she couldn't fool anyone. + +Ys hit nat joy that suche oone of hyr age, Isn't it joyful that a lady her age, +Withyn the boundys of so gret tendyrnesse, Within the bounds of such tenderness, +Shuld in her werke be so sad and sage, Would be so sad and sage from her work, +That of the weddyng sawe all the noblesse +Of quene Jane, and was tho, as I gesse, +But of the age of yeres ten and fyve? +I trowe ther ar nat many suche alyve! + +For as Jhesu my synfull sowle save, +There nys creature in all thys world lyvyng +Lyke unto hyr that I wold gladly have, +So pleseth myn hert that goodly swete thyng, +Whos sowle in haste unto hys blysse bryng, +That furst hyr formyd to be a creature. +For were she wele, of me, I dyd no cure. + +Explicit the dyscryvyng of a fayre lady. diff --git a/xlat/i-have-a-gentil-cok.txt b/xlat/i-have-a-gentil-cok.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d39efec --- /dev/null +++ b/xlat/i-have-a-gentil-cok.txt @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +I have a gentil cok, I have a gentle cock, +Crowyt me day; Which crows at break of day; +He doth me rysyn early, He makes me get up early, +My matyins for to say. For morning prayers to say. + +I have a gentil cok, I have a gentle cock, +Comyn he is of gret; Of noble blood way back; +His comb is of reed corel, His comb is red as coral, +His tayil is of get. His tail is slick jet black. + +I have a gentyl cook, I have a gentle cock, +Comyn he is of kinde; More highly-born than you; +His comb is of red corel, His comb is red as coral, +His tayl is of inde. His tail is turning blue. + +His legges ben of asor, His legs now turn azure, +So gentil and so smale; So dainty and so cute; +His spores arn of sylver qwyt, His spurs, they shine like silver, +Into the wortewale. As knights wear on their boots. + +His eynyn arn of cristal, His eyes so shine like crystal, +Lokyn al in aumbry; All set in finest amber; +And every nyght he perchit hym And every night he perches +In myn ladyis chaumbyr. In my finest lady's chamber. diff --git a/xlat/voodoo.txt b/xlat/voodoo.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..88a1f66 --- /dev/null +++ b/xlat/voodoo.txt @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +=================================== + Bazart - “Voodoo” +=================================== + +Het stormt, het verdween The storm, it disappeared +Met bliksem nooit omgekeerd With lightning never undone +Mijn hoofd het voelt even My head, it feels like +Als iemand die zonder leeft Like someone left without it + +Geen nood, geen eer No worries, no honor +Komt hier dan de ommekeer Here comes the reversal + +[:chorus:] +Ik wil nooit meer naar daar I never again want to be there +Waar ik door voodoo ontwaak Where I, through voodoo, awoke +Het lijkt wel of die It seems just like +andere mij beter heeft gemaakt the other me has been made better +[repeat x1] + +Prik door mijn vlees Prick through my flesh +Voor de eerste en laatste keer For the first and last time +Prik door mijn vlees Prick through my flesh +Voor de eerste en laatste keer For the first and last time + +[chorus] + +[interlude] + +[chorus] +[chorus] -- 2.11.4.GIT