Kataraki Waysongs

Messengers Beck

Blackbird, sit on my shoulder and share me the news,

If I cry, do you hear in colour red or black, bird?

The morning is new, but the feeling is old,

Intervene, blackbird, and shorten the road,

Blackbird, the way I imagined the way was wrong,

I've come to ride like I couldn't fathom, blackbird

What I tear away at, I fear and I long

Intervene, blackbird, and shorten the road,

Blackbird, slip into my slumber and show me a song

When I dream, do you see light or at all, bird?

The landscape is peaceful, but I dream alone

Intervene, blackbird, and shorten the road

A Wright's Tale

Rumble, tumble and weed,

The croaking mass does moan,

Akin to their wheels they creak and wail,

Complete from arch to stern,

Rumble, tumble and thieves,

A sticky fingered crone,

up on the tops,

take she does,

Only for her son,

Back t” Wright she turns,

tumbling across the stones,

With a crack he wields,

and the crone full weeps, if only to the stones

Rumble tumble and grieve,

Her shall mutters,

The cobbles stutter,

The son weeps,

but the Wright stands colder than yard

With night comes fate, the story goes,

And far into the black,

A wail is heard- the Wright be cracked

The Rambling Hag’s March

All the red horses under sun

How am I supposed to get any travelling done?

Over a crag the guard does come,

How am I gonna get any sleeping done?

All the tired horses in the sun

How am I supposed go when it’s all and done?

Now the scarred lines are over sun!

How am I supposed to get any riding done?

All the blooded hoods are in the sun

How am I supposed to get any grieving done?

All the weathered grasses in the sun, now I’ve got to get the travelling done.

A mile in Kataraki, otherwise known as "A cairn dookin"

A mile is a trodding,

An eedjit’s cairn dookin,

A malarkey in knee grass

Hard flung ruins peekin high,

Peekin low,

A mile is a trodding, over hill and fence,

No fool tries cage a Kataraki mile,

Only to see it go