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PostedMar 13, 2012 9:40 am

Filk: The Coral Harvester's Song

...because the single verse I sung in shout chat wasn't enough.
So on the last day of the second Alpha, I was gathering coral in the Misty Coral Colony to trade for boxes that give trade class gear, which meant having to wander around an eerie place full of aggressive monsters at level 42 or so when I was only battle level 28. The inherent danger and the foggy atmosphere reminded me of the Chemical Worker's song, and because I'd only filked that song once in the past few days, I decided to filk it again to describe my experiences there. So here's a full version~

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To the tune of the Chemical Worker's Song:

And it's go, girl, go, collect with every breath,
And every day you're in this place you're two days nearer death,
But you go~

Well a Weaponsmith am I, and I'm tellin' you no lie,
I dig and chop among the fog that treads into the sky,
There's monsters all around me and there's mist all in the air,
There's a lousy smell that smacks of Hard and coral in me hair.

And it's go, girl, go, collect with every breath,
And every day you're in this place you're two days nearer death,
But you go.

Well I've been chased by living trees, getting coral by the stack,
I've run from those mist snipers as they shot me in the back,
I used to think that gathering was always so easy,
But just my luck, here I then took an arrow to the knee~

And it's go, girl, go, collect with every breath,
And every day you're in this place you're two days nearer death,
But you go.

There's money, gear and costume opportunities galore,
And I still need some trade gear, so I still come back for more,
But soon you're getting hurt, and you've got less health than you should,
For all the gear you get from here you pay with flesh and blood.

And it's go, girl, go, collect with every breath,
And every day you're in this place you're two days nearer death,
But you go.

Well a Weaponsmith am I, and I'm tellin' you no lie,
I dig and chop among the fog that treads into the sky,
There's monsters all around me and there's mist all in the air,
There's a lousy smell that smacks of Hard and coral in me hair.

And it's go, girl, go, collect with every breath,
And every day you're in this place you're two days nearer death,
But you go~
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