© 1999 Ragnar Fyri. All rights reserved.
From 1981 to 1985 I published a little
Elfquest fanzine called Howl't.
Working at a fairly leisurely pace I managed to finish five issues -
roughly one per year - and three issues of a little "inbetween"
rag called Whimpers before I threw in the towel
Howl't was (to my knowledge anyway) the first
"independent" EQ fan publication (not published by WaRP or
EQFC),and to get to the point one of the things I did was print a couple of
songs I had written. Without further ado, here they are again...
The following was my first EQ song, written to the tune of "Tom Brown's baby" (aka "John Browns' body") and appeared in Howl't 2. A slightly extended version was also found in Yearnings 1, but the extra verse was kind of based on a misinterpretation of a certain concept, so I deleted it again. This is the "official" version...
Once long ago the High Ones landed on our world. I don't know if it's true but this is what I've heard: Once long ago the High Ones landed on our world, and they all had pointed ears. Now they are going on an Elfquest, :/:they are going on an Elfquest,:/: and they still have pointed ears! We didn't welcome them, we didn't like their looks; They had such funny garbs and something they called "books". We didn't welcome them, we didn't like their looks, for they all had pointed ears. Now they are going on an Elfquest, :/:they are going on an Elfquest,:/: and they still have pointed ears! We slew the most of them, the others ran away into the forest where they're hiding still today. We slew the most of them, the others ran away, and they all had pointed ears! Now they are going on an Elfquest, :/:they are going on an Elfquest,:/: and they still have pointed ears! |
Dreamed I was on Earth (a planet far away) At a Comic Con (I heard some people say) When I turned around, I found to my dismay that they ALL had pointed ears! For they had all been reading Elfquest; half of them were wearing elf vests. They had all been reading Elfquest, so they all had pointed ears! |
Skywise, you can fly my bird, I will show you all the world, things of which you've never heard, come on let me show you... |
We have travelled long and far; we were guided by a star. In search of a home we've been forced to roam through deserts of fear, but now we are here And we hoped, my friend, you'd welcome us then to our Sorrow's End. Little cousin, have no fear. Ev'ry elf is welcome here. Our tribes shall be one ere two years are gone. In peace we shall live, forget and forgive. So I say again: You're welcome, my friend, to your Sorrow's End. In yon mountain blue and cold lives an elf who's very old. As you are no zwoot (!) I'll tell you the truth: In silent despair he's dying in there. What he need right now is - some way, somehow - a spark of your love. |
Kahvi was a fighter, nothing could excite her more than being mean to trolls. Still she's sometime wishing fewer would be missing every time she called the rolls! Go-Back! Go-Back! Go-Back, what are you fighting for? Go back! Go back! Go back in peace and fight no more! Vaya was her daughter, this verse is about her; went to war not asking why. Seizing troll king's knife she tried to take his life; she never saw her mother cry. Go-Back! Go-Back! Go-Back, what are you fighting for? Go back! Go back! Go back in peace and fight no more! |
I'm afraid to let you get much closer, for I don't like your look, don't you see? You are not just a normal "proposer" nor the one I would like you to be! Two - four - six - eight, tell me why you are alate! I feel so strange and my mind is so hazy! At point blank range you are driving me crazy! It's called Recognition - searching in my mind a strong inhibition is all that I can find. I can't - can't - can't - can't join with you - oh no! I want - want - want - want to be free - but how? The stars up in the sky are reflected in your eye. I'll never figure out what this is all about - You've told me how and what, now tell me why - why - why - why? |
Mistress of pain, born of the night; the elf lady of Blue Mo(o)untain still fills me with fright. I've never asked where she came from, I'll never ask where she's born - she's a menace! She's the foul Winnowill, she can do what she likes; but she's still overwhelmed when the wolfrider strikes! |
Well you should see Aroree fly! She know the what and how but don't ask her why! When she goes over the hill upon her bird Littletrill, then you should see Aroree fly! Me - oh - my! |
Come with me to the howl tonight Stars are shining, the moon is bright There'll be something for young and old Songs are sung, there are stories told |