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Beggars and Sailors
Songs from Ryan D. Clements's The Maiden of Sea Sky

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released March 1, 2015

Lyrics: Ryan Clements
Tunes: Ryan Clements and Danny Wiessner
Arrangement: Danny Wiessner
Narration: Troy Baker
Art: Pandamusk
Consultation and Creative Director: Ryan Clements
Vocals: Danny Wiessner, Tori Wiessner
Background Vocals: Sherrie Lee, Danny Wiessner
Guitar: Sam Labib, Chris Lee, Eric Wiessner
Banjo: Jacob Riley
Drums, Cajón: Eric Wiessner

"The Maiden of Sea Sky (The Story of Eras Book 2)" was written by Ryan Clements

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Danny and Tori | 2-Player Co-op Walla Walla, Washington

"Video Games + Relationships"

Tori and I met in college and have pretty much been the epicest team of all time ever since, turning single-player games into two-player experiences.

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Track Name: Beggars Win the Day
Oh kings and lords, they count their coins and suffer through their lives,
They prattle on about their woes, and blame it on their wives.

With ale in hand, and dagger too, they cry from dawn 'til dusk,
And see their foes in shadows, ink, and bookshelves grey with dust.

But not all men are born to weep and wallow in their wealth,
Alight with fortune's golden touch and everlasting health.

Instead we sing for men in rags who live the simple way.
Who needs a crown and scepter tall when beggars win the day?
Track Name: The Nameless Brothers
A town, a town, it thrived alone around an ageless tree.
Its fruit, its fruit, the people ate, and cherished endlessly.
They sang, they sang, through spring and fall, with voices red with joy,
And danced 'till evenfall, those men and maidens coy.

Two boys, two boys, bound up by blood, they lived just up the hill,
Would play, would play, about the tree, and laugh with voices shrill.
One day, one day, as sun rained down, the brothers came to fight,
For naught could ease their anger born from which was right.

In wroth.. the two boys fought,
Such pain.. they cast each way.
But woe.. against a stone
Now lay.. their brows in twain..
Forever stained.. Forever stained..

"Oh death, oh death," their father cried, their mother white with fear,
"It came, it came, for both my sons, while I stood idly near!"
The blood, the blood, it drowned the roots around that tree of life,
And slayed the fruits above, all poisoned with their strife.

A town, a town, that once lived well, was cursed with swift decay,
Its fruit, its fruit, would never grow, after they died that day.
They sang, they sang, laments and wails, the air a greying haze,
And danced down sep'rate roads, those people parted ways.
Track Name: The Lost Captain
I'll tell you 'bout a captain proud,
A man with seasalt in his beard,
Who knew the hidden pathways all
That other sailors hushed and feared.

Like stone he stood upon the deck,
The winds and waters called his name,
And with his father's sword in hand
The ocean's dangers could he tame.

"For in that blade his father lived,"
They whispered in the darkness still,
"Though death had claimed him years ago,
That metal held his strength and will."

But on one daring venture west
When hunger took the captain's men,
The wizened sailor faced his crew,
Once loyal friends, now traitors ten.

The captain bit back tears of shame,
With every foe he cut in turn.
For though he bested each assault,
His father's honor did he spurn.

And when he reached his final foe,
His former first mate, young and free,
He thrust too far upon the rail
And lost his sword into the sea.

So too did first mate tumble down,
The steel slid through his brazen chest,
To splash into the waves below.
A tombstone for the sword to rest.

Alone, the captain cried and yelled
And almost joined his former crew,
But being wise, he knew too well
That creatures roamed beneath the blue.

Instead he made for nearby land,
Engorged with fever, chills, and dreams,
And barely lived to sail again,
To skirt the ocean's countless seams.

For still he looks to coasts and bays,
In waters still and thunders roared,
For any sign of washed up steel.
To find again his father's sword.
Track Name: The Sword of Summerway Vale
Dear friends, gather 'round, pray lend me your time,
I've come here to tell you a tale.
Of courage undone, and rose petals won,
And the Sword of Summerway Vale.

In autumn, the winds of Summerway sighed,
And the town was colored with leaves.
The women sang songs, and men sang along,
While children played war in the reeds.

Among those good folk lived one man apart,
Who happily married quite young.
His wife played the strings, and tailored his things,

At daybreak the man would tend to his shop,
Which came stocked with a sword or two.
He also sold spice, which fetched a high price,
If word of the townsfolk was true.

But nightfall would bring a stillness to town,
With nary a person in sight.
While supper was made, he worked with his blade,
And trained 'neath the waning moonlight.

His skill with a sword was hardly of note,
Despite all the practice he sought.
But 'patience breeds strength,' he heard at great length,
So again with shadows he fought.

At supper his wife would silently sit,
While the man ate his meal with a grin.
And when he was fed he'd take her to bed,

But one night had differed from all of the rest,
As the man took to hand with his steel.
For through the black cold tread a beast of old,
And with it a terror made real.

Its eyes brightly burned like ebony stars,
Its wings were a crooked disgrace.
It spotted the man, so to him it ran,
With hunger to spur on its pace.

In darkness the man did see it approach
And though he stood armed with a blade,
It drove him away, in utter dismay,
And fled he to where his wife laid.

He slammed the door shut with fear in his eyes
And hid in the cellar to die.
He heard his wife yell, he gasped, his heart fell,
And the beast faded swiftly to night.

Frantic he bounded up out of the dark.
He found his wife crumpled in pain.
Her belly was gashed where the monster had slashed,
And blood pooled beneath her like rain.

He took up her hand that faded to white,
He watched her short life ebb away.
But there by her head, his sword drank the red,
And sealed up her spirit like prey.

The man watched his weapon then don a red cloak,
The metal a rich crimson hue.
Empowered, he stood, then pulled up his hood,
And sought out the beast he did rue.

Alone in the night, he found the old fiend,
Having feast on each home in the town.
He drew up his sword, and quickly charged for'd,
And swung the blade down on its crown.

The edge split the beast from horns to its feet,
Like apple skin peeled with a knife.
Enchantments it bore; the beast was no more.
Yet the man thought of naught but his wife.

For her soul was bound to the steel and the hilt,
Through some magick twist left to chance.
So empty he strode, her fate on him sowed,
To wander the Plains in a trance.

They say he guarded the south for an age,
His magick blade never grew frail.
Rose petals would chase each path he did grace,
Oh, the Sword of Summerway Vale.
Track Name: The Quarrelling Sailors
Along my way 'cross southern woods and rivers bending through,
I came upon a city port that all the trav'lers knew.
It sat atop the South Sea and it shone an easy blue,
And spotted I a reddened roof from up upon the view.

You'll never find a greater place on mountains high or low,
A den of blue stone revelry, that sailors sing and row.
It's true, it is, and spoken wide from silver pike to crow,
Oh, here's to the Quarr'lin' Sailors, the finest inn I know!

Within the hall is company that's quick with jest and tale,
That cheers amidst a sea of food and tankards brimmed with ale.
Just ask for Betha in the back, she'll serve you without fail,
She'll hear your woes and keep you drunk with stories she'll regale.

You'll never find a greater place on mountains high or low,
A den of blue stone revelry, that sailors sing and row.
It's true, it is, and spoken wide from silver pike to crow,
Oh, here's to the Quarr'lin' Sailors, the finest inn I know!

But wait, you've yet to hear the best that Sea Sky has to boast,
A Tourney full of Singers from the Northlands to the Coast.
For on those nights you'll hear the sweetest music inns could host,
And all beneath that reddened roof and with a frothy toast.

You'll never find a greater place on mountains high or low,
A den of blue stone revelry, that sailors sing and row.
It's true, it is, and spoken wide from silver pike to crow,
Oh, here's to the Quarr'lin' Sailors, the finest inn I know!
Track Name: The Quarrelling Sailors (Apartment Version)
Along my way 'cross southern woods and rivers bending through,
I came upon a city port that all the trav'lers knew.
It sat atop the South Sea and it shone an easy blue,
And spotted I a reddened roof from up upon the view.

You'll never find a greater place on mountains high or low,
A den of blue stone revelry, that sailors sing and row.
It's true, it is, and spoken wide from silver pike to crow,
Oh, here's to the Quarr'lin' Sailors, the finest inn I know!

Within the hall is company that's quick with jest and tale,
That cheers amidst a sea of food and tankards brimmed with ale.
Just ask for Betha in the back, she'll serve you without fail,
She'll hear your woes and keep you drunk with stories she'll regale.

You'll never find a greater place on mountains high or low,
A den of blue stone revelry, that sailors sing and row.
It's true, it is, and spoken wide from silver pike to crow,
Oh, here's to the Quarr'lin' Sailors, the finest inn I know!

But wait, you've yet to hear the best that Sea Sky has to boast,
A Tourney full of Singers from the Northlands to the Coast.
For on those nights you'll hear the sweetest music inns could host,
And all beneath that reddened roof and with a frothy toast.

You'll never find a greater place on mountains high or low,
A den of blue stone revelry, that sailors sing and row.
It's true, it is, and spoken wide from silver pike to crow,
Oh, here's to the Quarr'lin' Sailors, the finest inn I know!