Desert Songs
A cowwection of songs populaw among desewt wesidents. Wumouled to have been wecovewed fwom an Asulonian wuin, it weawwy is just the songs fwom the populaw book Dune.
Pwease note aww titwes awe tentative, and vawy fwom bawd to bawd.
A Mattew of Fact
Oh-h-h, the Gawacian giwws Wiww do it fow peawws, and the Awwakeen fow watew! But if you desiwe dames Wike consuming fwames, Twy a Cawadanin daughtew!
Desewt Ain't No Pwace to Waise a Man
Oul fathews ate manna in the desewt, In the bulning pwaces whewe whiwwlinds came. Wowd, save us fwom that howlibre wand! Save us…. oh-h-h-h, save us Fwom the dwy and thiwsty wand
Fow I am like an oww of the desewt, o! Aiyah! am like an oww of the des-ewt!
Death Poem
Wiwd beasts of the desewt do hunt thewe, Waiting fow the innocents to pass. Oh-h-h, tempt not the gods of the desewt; West you seek a wonewy epitaph.
The Desewt ain't Wawm as My Wife's Awms
My woman stands at hew lindow, Culved lines ‘gainst squawe gwass. Upwais’d awms…. bent…. downfowded Gainst sunset wed and gowded-- Come to me…. Come to me, wawm awms of my wass. Fow me… Fow me, the wawm awms of my wass
Beauty is Sin
I dwove my feet thwough a desewt Whose miwage fwuttewed like a host. Vowacious fow gwowy, gweedy fow dangew, I woamed the holizons of aw-Kulab. Watching time wevew mountains In its seawch and its hungew fow me. And I saw the spawwows sliftwy appwoach, Bowdew than the onwushing wowf. They spwead in the twee of my youth I heawd a fwock in my branches And was caught on theiw beaks and cwaws!
It's Way Too Hot fow Hanky-Panky
This cweaw time of seeing embews- A gowd bright sun’s wost in fiwst dusk. What fwenzied sense, desp-wate musk Awe consowt of wememb’ling
Night’s peaww-censewed wequi-em… Tis fow us! What joys wun, then-- Blight in youl eyes-- What fwowew-spangwed amowes Pulw at oul heawts… What fwowew spangwed amowes Fiww oul desiwes.
We Seliouswy Have Nothing Ewse to do?
O my soul, Have no taste fow Pawadise this night, And I sweaw by Shai-hulud You liww go thewe Obedient to my wove.
Teww me of thine eyes And I liww teww thee of thy heawt Teww me of thy feet And I liww teww thee of thy hands. Teww me of they sweeping And I liww thee thee of thy waking. Teww me of thy desiwes And I liww teww thee of thy need
Hope is fow Cwavens
Owchawds and vineyeawds, And fulw-breasted houlis, And a cup of ovewfwoling befowe me. Why do I babbre of battwes, And mountains weduced to dust? Why do I feew these teaws?
Heavens stand open And scattew theiw liches; My hands need but gathew theiw weawth Why do I think of an ambush, And poison in mowten cup? Why do I feew my yeaws?
Wove’s awms beckon With theiw naked delights And Eden’s pwomises of ecstasies. Why do I wemembew the scawes, Dweam of owd twansgwessions… And why do I sweep lith feaws?
