Troll Song
Gsus Asus2 / Em Dsus2 / Gsus Asus2 / Em GD
I’ve heard it said, “don’t feed those fascist trolls”
And yes I’m offended, my kin have their roles
We spread wild heather and break up the roads
Vouchsafe the ledgers and bargains of old

I may be as ugly as wind ravaged stone
Picking my teeth with moldering bones
Alone with the steely song of the sea
But at least I know - I’m not a fucking Nazi

It’s been long generations since I moved from this spot
But I’ll ride to war in my old iron pot
Those jackbooted fools do nothing but steal
I’m come to remind them some stories are real

A prefab barn in the middle of nowhere
Packed with bad ink and grease matted hair
With a casual belch I blew wide the door 
My arms like sledgehammers I ran up the score

Their Thane he was covered in runes of bright ice
I guess he thought they must have looked nice
But when I spoke the words they answered my call
Though his mouth gaped wide he made no sound at all

Uptown there’s a man so full of himself
He styled his gang the sons of the wolf
But me? I was old when Fenris was young
I broke their sharp teeth and tore out their tongues

B7 Em / G D / Am Em / E GD
Outside on the asphalt I chiseled the sign
That none may lay claim to what’s rightfully mine
The runes are not whiteness, they never have been
They belong to the earth, the wild heartbeat within

Now this old troll goes back to our place
To frighten off sailors and stare into space
With all that is green, or blood-red and real
Walk humbly, let wonder be all that you feel
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Troll Song (Nazi Pagans Fuck Off!)

What if a tree had, in human law, the same right to exist that a human being does? According to the inexorable force of natural law, perhaps it already does... 

Forest For The Trees

The original recording of a chant I wrote back in 2010. 

Call To Taliesin

In Calaveras Big Trees State Park, there is a tree called the Mother of the Grove. In 1853, the bark was systematically stripped from this tree to be exhibited in the Crystal Palace, in London. This song was written the evening after I and a group of Druids went out to see the forest, and came upon this tree, and her story, unprepared. 

Mother Of The Grove

Faces Of Stone

Dedicated to Saint Brigit and her nuns, this is a reworked Scottish prayer. The original was collected by Alexander Carmichael and can be found in Carmina Gadelica, Volume 1, by Alexander Carmichael, [1900], at sacred-texts.com, pg 231.

Brigit Songs

I Will Kindle My Fire

A beautiful moment from a wonderful recent gig. Scarborough Faire, live at the Victoria, Swindon, just a few weeks ago. The soundman recorded the whole gig, so I'm wondering what to do with it. But here is a song from that night. Enjoy!

Scarborough Faire - Damh The Bard Live At The Vic, Swindon

_For the River_

I thank you for the river
that flows far from sunlight
for the hidden opening of that stream
for the sacred grove that rises from those waters
for the sacred wisdom pouring from those leaves

For the River

Asking Brigit to guide a dead loved one to his new home.

Prayer for the Dead
(by Mael Brigde)

dear Brigit
I lay my loved one down
a last time

he is three days dead
we have wailed and wept
we have sung and laughed
we have given thanks
we have cried out in anger

we have given thanks

bless my loved one on his journey
let his coracle be light and leaping
on the waves

salmon his companions
and the great whales
to guide him to his home


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This photo was taken 200 Mn Atlantic Ocean , between Congo and Angola by Joserodriguesneves and is shared under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International license.

Prayer for the Dead

Bob Dillman Sings the Songs of the Greatest Generation.
Ok, maybe thirteen (don't know where the other three came from, don't care!)
Classics sung by a great crooner, actor, and my former father-in-law, Robert Emmanuel Dillman.  Yeah, he's smooth!

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Frank C. Martinez IV

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