Gibeligob’s Odyssey - A Goblin’s Rest

This is my last song before a two-week vacation to Malta with family. Like the goblin tavernkeeper in this Celtic-Maltese ballad, I'm leaving the door unlocked for the tavern - the hearth will keep burning until I return with new stories. All is still welcome in the tavern and I leave it in capable hands, so people still can join in. I hope you will await my return and I will be listening in from time to time but I promised myself to relax, so I won't be making any songs while I'm off. Take care of each other, and may your adventures be merry till we meet again! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro - softly, Spoken Word with Tavern Ambiance] Hear ye, hear ye—ye beer-stained souls... Tonight... I trade my keys for tides, To chase the moon where seahawks glide... [Verse 1 - Sparse Celtic harp, faint fiddle, soft etheral voice] Where candleflame and fiddle-tunes twine, Beneath the sign of Tinkertune’s vine, A goblin leans on oakwood worn, His voice a rasp of corn and thorn. "The dice must sleep! The quests must pause!" He shuts his tome with ancient laws, And packs a pouch of moonlit dew, To sail where dreams and dawn pursue. [Chorus - Poetic Refrain, Echoing promise] "Jien sejjer… vaganza, imma l-bieb jibqa’ miftuħ!" (I'm going… on vacation, but the door stays open!) Għadni nerġa’ – b’drakoni ġodda u ktieb! (I'll return – with new dragons and a book!) X’tagħmel bil-kampanja? Ħallihom jitbissmu!... (What will the party do? Let them brawl!...) The tavern won’t run dry… till the goblin’s back in view! [Verse 2 - slow bodhrán pulse, Droning kanun zither, Mythic] The tavern sighs, the hearth burns low, As Gibeligob whispers, "Watch the crows— They’ll bring no news of dragon’s gold, Till I return, both wise and old." He sails where seafoam kisses sky, Where time itself is but a lie, To isles where phoenix feathers drift, And dawn ignites the ocean’s rift. [Bridge - Dreamy rhythmic, Lyrical Spiral, Echoed, Chanted, layered with whispers] "Maltempesta, maltiema," (Storm-wilder, story-weaver,) Jien nieħu l-lejl f’idejja!" (I take the night in my hands!) Imma fil-baħar, issib qima— (But in the sea, you'll find mercy—) Ħobż u klieb qodma." (Bread and ancient hounds.) [Chorus - Poetic Refrain, Echoing promise] Jien sejjer… vaganza, imma l-bieb jibqa’ miftuħ! (I'm going… on vacation, but the door stays open!) Għadni nerġa’ – b’drakoni ġodda u ktieb! (I'll return – with new dragons and a book!) X’tagħmel bil-kampanja? Ħallihom jitbissmu!... (What will the party do? Let them brawl!...) The tavern won’t run dry… till the goblin’s back in view! [Verse 3 - Glass harmonica, vaporwave synth swell, Ethereal] Through crystal caves where echoes hum, Past sirens combing tides of plum, He'll beach his boat on silver sand Where time obeys a gambler's hand. But every night when stars align, He'll send a whisper down the brine - A laugh, a toast, a echoed cheer... 'The hearth still burns - I'm always near!...' U kulma jmur, il-ħabib jibqa’ (And though I go, the friend remains) [Finale - Fading, Lullaby, uilleann pipes] So wipe those tears, ye drunken crew, The stars themselves will guide me through! I’ll chase the waves where mermaids play, But I’ll return by break of day. The hearth still burns, the tales won’t fade, Though the tavern-keeper seeks sun and shade. So raise your tankards, don’t be sad— The best adventures wait when I return! [Maltese Għana - Fade-out] Tkunx imdejjaq, ħabib tiegħi, (Don't be sad, my friend,) Jien ser nerga’ b’ħajja ġdida. (I'll return with new life) Fil-lejl, isemmu l-istorja tiegħi… (At night, whisper my tale…) U bil-qamar, nerġgħu niltaqgħu! (And by moonlight, we'll meet again!)