I loved people offering a (partially) German-language "Scharmützel".   There's no way I could write in German, but I did very much appreciate  the translation of the German word "bank", which is apparently a bench  or riverbank or some such, and (perhaps?) not at all a financial  institution*.  That's OK, river banks are much prettier and more  inspiring (to me) than financial institutions.

But something has to happen on that bench or riverbank, or  there's no song, so I looked at the titular aid when my mind and the  page remained blank, and saw Drinking Magic there...

I first posted lyrics only, because the hour was up, but I've  uploaded a demo now.    The first track is me singing with the harp; I  added my older Peter Cox guitar and a lovely leaf-shaped pottery shaker  that was gifted to me as a tip for some of the stories I was posting on  LiveJournal a while back.

*Someone kindly told me later than the German "bank" can be either a bench/riverbank or a financial institution.

Apparently I didn't make notes on the chords.  It's probably in Drop D.

Drink In Magic (Rainbow Birds)

Deirdre M. Murphy

Rainbow birds, oh how they yell, their words vibrate like a bell
Wake up, foolish human, they said
There’s a stream in the park. You need to drink a spark
Get moving, foolish human. Out of bed!

It’s a dream, it really must be, ‘cause birds don’t really talk
But still, I shrug some clothes on, and go with them, for a walk

Rainbow birds, oh how they flit, though I fall behind, a bit
Gotta hurry, foolish human, they said
In a chirp, I don’t know how, I am in a strange park now
I guess I’m still dreaming, in my head

It’s a dream, it really must be ‘cause streams don’t sing the blues
But still, I sit down in the mud, with no excuse

Rainbow birds keep flocking ‘round as I sit there on the ground
Pick a cup, foolish human, they said
You must drink of the stream!  Oh this surely is a dream!
I must be thirsty, laying there in my bed.

But the goblets were so lovely, every one of them unique
There can’t be harm in looking, while I dream of this strange creek
They’re so beautiful, I want them all, that’s what I think
But my hand touches one and I take a long drink

Rainbow birds are still talking as I wake in my own bed
Not too fast, girl, you’ll get dizzy they said
The whole world glows with powers like a field of bright flowers
But now I know I’m not just dreaming in bed

I lift my hand, conjure some bird seed, give it to my friends
And I wonder what’s beginning as my mundane dream ends

Oh, Rainbow Birds, tell me what comes next
That's up to you, is all they said.

Copyright ©2023  (2/13/23) Deirdre M. Murphy   #songskirmish, #S021323, #Scharmützel (topic: bank) #filk#magic

Link

https://soundcloud.com/deirdre-moira-murphy/rainbow-birds

Image

This is a photo of me at a con, with a brass dragon on my arm.  I really need to take more rainbow pictures, or make some paintings to share.