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I am a Rock


From: Richard Bos
Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett
Subject: [I] Filk: I am a Rock
Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2000 11:52:20 GMT

Three guesses what this one is all about...

This is one of my favourite S&G songs, for reasons more obvious than should be explained.
I am a Rock

An old, old Troll song, heard deep within the frozen valleys of the Ramtops; this is the Ankh-Morpork translation, sung by those born-and-bred city trolls who hardly speak their ancestors' languague any more, but still grow homesick for lands they've never even seen. Youth these days... sheesh.

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my cavern to the vale below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am a wi-i-ild[1] troll.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty
That no dwarf may penetrate.
I have no need for axes; mining causes pain.
It's picties and it's humans I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am a wild troll.

Don't talk to Gramps.
Well, I've seen the troll before:
He's sleeping in the mountains.
I won't disturb the slumber of trolls who silent lie.
They are thinking deep and one day, so will I.
I am a rock,
I am a wild troll.

I have my club
And my intellect to protect me.
I am shielded by the frozen air.
Here among the snow, the temperature low,
I'm bright enough and no-one laughs at me.
I am a rock,
I am a wild troll.

And a rock feels no pain,
And a troll never dies...

[1] The word "wild" is to be sung with gusto[2]. Remember, you're homesick.
[2] Which is a synonym for saliva.

Richard


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