D'ni Blues

[kaelisebonrai]

Apologies for the double post, but, here goes.

More information has come to my attention since that post, and, as a result, it may be that I have misjudged BAD. Apologies to him. It appears there may've been much more going on in those situations than I was aware of. That said, the guild of that period was not quite as good as what we have right now, from personal experience, the "guild" is much more open, and exchanges information better, /in my experience/, your milage may vary, if it needed a shakeup, it's had it. =P

But, yes. I'll admit I am wrong here. Apologies, BAD.

[BAD]

Apologies for the double post, but, here goes.

More information has come to my attention since that post, and, as a result, it may be that I have misjudged BAD. Apologies to him. It appears there may've been much more going on in those situations than I was aware of. That said, the guild of that period was not quite as good as what we have right now, from personal experience, the "guild" is much more open, and exchanges information better, /in my experience/, your milage may vary, if it needed a shakeup, it's had it. =P

But, yes. I'll admit I am wrong here. Apologies, BAD.

No apology necessary, but thank you. I admit fully I wasn't the perfect moderator, but who is?

I was thinking more on the subject of D'ni jazz, and i thought to myself.... Where's Tweek?

[Jadawin12]

Well I keep hoping Tweek will arrive but in the mean time I've been thinking the Watcher's Words might be a great source for Blues lyrics, for example.

"A long week is as short as an age is long.
There is noise where once there was silence;
Light where once there was not.
Stone stands tall,
And rock falls down.
And they are watched;
Always.
Not knowing.
Silence will return.
Light will fade.
Stone will fall.
Rock will grow,
Again.
From the shadow of the wound, history will be rewritten.
The disease will spread until D’ni cannot be saved. "

"Where are our people?
Who are our people?
What are our people?
Cry those who die on the streets.
The crumbling of the walls will come from within.
The stories of the destroyer will be the start of the burden.
The burdened one will come from outside.
The burden of the remnant will be laid upon his shoulders.
Be still and the path will be made known.
What will grow?
The tree of all things.
Who will grow it?
The grower.
Pages burn.
Ink spills. "


"Do not trust the sons of the burdened one.
They will seek comfort in their books.
This is the warning of the fall.
Do not seek comfort in your books.
When destruction comes, other ages will not save you.
Seen under bones in the jail cells,
A row of keys is here.
Minds are soft, hearts are callused.
In the new place chaos reigns.
Wisdom is hidden.
But a storm approaches, and a new river flows.
Its waters of deep red stain the land.
Cross the valley of dry sand and new blooms will appear.
Wisdom is found.
The action of the gathered means nothing.
The action of the deceived is toiling in vain.
The dam has been destroyed,
And the river opened. "

"Do my wishes deceive me?
I have never seen like this before
Darkness and tears fill my eyes,
But not today.
No longer do they mourn;
No longer do they not realize their path.
Is this the ending?
Is this what I wait for?
There can be no deception
With such dreams that outweigh my own.
Does this end have to leave so soon?
Do not take the end from me.
Do not put out the least for they will save you.
The gathered will tell of the path of the shell.
The bound will know of the path of the stone.
Words are many, but action is what is desired.
The gathered will find rest when the light comes.
The circle is broken; "

What do you think? Oh I also found this song recently (you can probably guess where)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y39JCHqDCbc

I like it what do you think?