The Bramblefold Solve | Goblin Folk Song from the Everfolds

Описание: In the tangled hedges and muddy clearings of the Bramblefold, goblins solve problems the only way that’s ever worked: loudly, crookedly, and without asking permission.

“The Bramblefold Solve” is a goblin work-song and communal chant about fixing what won’t behave — stubborn fires, silent hens, lying roads, and storms that refuse to leave. In Bramblefold logic, if something won’t work the sensible way, you make it uncomfortable until it cooperates. Spill the pot. Walk backwards. Feed the weather. Argue with the fire. If it looks mad but works once, that’s proof enough.

The song leans into goblin superstition, practical chaos, and rough humor, with call-and-response sections meant to be sung around a crooked table or shouted over a cooking fire. Every verse presents a problem, every chorus delivers the same goblin truth: solutions don’t have to be neat — they just have to work.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When the pot won’t boil and the fire burns thin,
Smoke curls rude like it’s mocking the kin,
We scrape the grate and we curse the coal,
Blame the spoon, the rain, and the cook’s own soul.
So we spit in embers, knock wood with the ladle,
Argue old recipes fierce and fatal,
Throw in peel, throw in rind, story half-told,
If it tastes confused, it’s doing what it’s told.

[Call and Response Bridge]
Fire won’t bite? (Spit and shout!)
Smoke won’t roll? (Kick it out!)
What goes in when it still tastes wrong?
(Leek-skin, luck, and a shouted song!)

[Chorus]
Stir it crooked, stir it bold,
Spill it first so the pot feels old,
If it looks mad but the end is gold,
And that’s how it’s solved in the Bramblefold.

[Verse 2]
When the hen won’t lay and the morning’s late,
Sun stuck sulking behind the gate,
Yard goes quiet, eggs go none,
Whole day ruined before it’s begun.
Grab a sack and a cat with teeth,
Tie them tight where the oak roots breathe,
Hang ’em high till the squawks run cold,
Fear shakes loose what the dawn won’t hold.

[Call and Response Bridge]
Hen won’t lay? (Sack and cat!)
Where you hang ’em? (Oak tree flat!)
What fixes fast without asking why?
(Panic, height, and a loud goodbye!)

[Chorus]
Stir it crooked, stir it bold,
Spill it first so the pot feels old,
If it looks mad but the end is gold,
And that’s how it’s solved in the Bramblefold.

[Verse 3]
When the boots won’t fit and the road won’t bend,
Blisters bloom where the patience ends,
Map lies sideways, signpost laughs,
Path splits four ways just to be daft.
So we swap the boots and we walk ’em wrong,
March out loud with a backwards song,
Brew thorn-tea thick till the tongue goes numb,
Road gets bored and lets you come.

[Call and Response Bridge]
Road won’t lead? (Walk it wrong!)
Feet all hurt? (Sing more song!)
Who gives up when you won’t turn back?
(The road itself—and that’s a fact!)

[Chorus]
Stir it crooked, stir it bold,
Spill it first so the pot feels old,
If it looks mad but the end is gold,
And that’s how it’s solved in the Bramblefold.

[Verse 4]
When the rain won’t stop and the roof caves in,
Drips find pots that were empty then,
Thunder stomps like it owns the place,
Sky’s got spite and a soaking face.
Set a bowl and set a seat,
Serve the storm something warm to eat,
Salt the stew with a promise old,
Weather eats, nods, and does what it’s told.

[Call and Response Bridge]
Roof won’t hold? (Feed the sky!)
What it want? (Soup and lies!)
What leaves first when it’s full and fed?
(The rain—off someone else’s head!)

[Final Chorus]
Stir it crooked, stir it bold,
Spill it first so the pot feels old,
If it works once, it’s truth well told,
And that’s how it’s solved in the Bramblefold.

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This track features goblin folk music, fantasy tavern song energy, and a narrative style inspired by traditional folk ballads and TTRPG settings. It’s made for fans of fantasy folk, D&D-style music, worldbuilding songs, and story-driven ballads.

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