Desert Songs
A collection of songs popular among desert residents. Rumoured to have been recovered from an Asulonian ruin, it really is just the songs from the popular book Dune.
Please note all titles are tentative, and vary from bard to bard.
A Matter of Fact
Oh-h-h, the Galacian girls Will do it for pearls, and the Arrakeen for water! But if you desire dames Like consuming flames, Try a Caladanin daughter!
Desert Ain't No Place to Raise a Man
Our fathers ate manna in the desert, In the burning places where whirlwinds came. Lord, save us from that horrible land! Save us…. oh-h-h-h, save us From the dry and thirsty land
For I am like an owl of the desert, o! Aiyah! am like an owl of the des-ert!
Death Poem
Wild beasts of the desert do hunt there, Waiting for the innocents to pass. Oh-h-h, tempt not the gods of the desert; Lest you seek a lonely epitaph.
The Desert ain't Warm as My Wife's Arms
My woman stands at her window, Curved lines ‘gainst square glass. Uprais’d arms…. bent…. downfolded Gainst sunset red and golded—Come to me…. Come to me, warm arms of my lass. For me… For me, the warm arms of my lass
Beauty is Sin
I drove my feet through a desert Whose mirage fluttered like a host. Voracious for glory, greedy for danger, I roamed the horizons of al-Kulab. Watching time level mountains In its search and its hunger for me. And I saw the sparrows swiftly approach, Bolder than the onrushing wolf. They spread in the tree of my youth I heard a flock in my branches And was caught on their beaks and claws!
It's Way Too Hot for Hanky-Panky
This clear time of seeing embers- A gold bright sun’s lost in first dusk. What frenzied sense, desp-rate musk Are consort of rememb’ring
Night’s pearl-censered requi-em… Tis for us! What joys run, then—Bright in your eyes—What flower-spangled amores Pull at our hearts… What flower spangled amores Fill our desires.
We Seriously Have Nothing Else to do?
O my soul, Have no taste for Paradise this night, And I swear by Shai-hulud You will go there Obedient to my love.
Tell me of thine eyes And I will tell thee of thy heart Tell me of thy feet And I will tell thee of thy hands. Tell me of they sleeping And I will thee thee of thy waking. Tell me of thy desires And I will tell thee of thy need
Hope is for Cravens
Orchards and vineyeards, And full-breasted houris, And a cup of overflowing before me. Why do I babble of battles, And mountains reduced to dust? Why do I feel these tears?
Heavens stand open And scatter their riches; My hands need but gather their wealth Why do I think of an ambush, And poison in molten cup? Why do I feel my years?
Love’s arms beckon With their naked delights And Eden’s promises of ecstasies. Why do I remember the scares, Dream of old transgressions… And why do I sleep with fears?
