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**The Saucepan Man** · 09-30-2004, 08:59 AM

Not all of the rock bands popular among the young Hobbits caused their elders consternation. Despite their fearful name and cacophonous sound, Steppenwarg, made songs which embraced traditional Shire values such as gossiping, mistrust of outsiders and frequent parties involving prodigious quantities of food and drink.

Their seminal song was Born in the Shire, an anthemic call for young Hobbits to ignore any old Wizards who might come to their door with tales of Dragons, Elves and hoards of gold. Its lyrics bear repeating here:

Get my muffin buttered
Feet up by the fireplace
Hiding from adventure
In a most un-Tookish way

No Gandalf, you’re not welcome
Leave me here in my comfy hole
Don’t want no Dragon’s treasure
Not meeting no Trolls

I like beer and mushrooms
Heavy belly thunder
Blowing smoky rings
In the Hill that I’m under

No Gandalf, you’re not welcome
Leave me here in my comfy hole
Don’t want no Dragon’s treasure
Not meeting no Trolls

Like a true Hobbit child
I was born – born in the Shire
The only Dragon round here
Is Green and serves beer

Born in the Shire!
Born in the Shire!

But while that is the song for which they are most remembered, they also had a string of minor hits, including

Don’t Listen at the Eaves, Sam
(Mushroom) Pusher
Cookie, Cookie
Straight Smokin’ Hobbit, and
Hey Lalia Mama

While deemed thoroughly acceptable by much of Hobbit society, Steppenwarg caused outrage amongst Wizards, Dwarves and Elves looking for suitable fall-guys for their adventures since, during the band’s heyday, not one young Hobbit could be found who was willing to undertake such tasks as burgling Dragons’ treasure or destroying Magic Rings.

Mysteriously, Steppenwarg disappeared shortly after they were visited backstage at one of their concerts by an old bearded fellow dressed in grey with a wide-brimmed hat. Some say they went onto greater things and secured a recording contract in Rivendell (thus selling out on their ideals), but others tell that their songs may still be heard in the croaking of the frogs in the reeds by the Water.

09-30-2004, 08:59 AM	#3
The Saucepan Man Corpus Cacophonous Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: A green and pleasant land Posts: 8,390	Steppenwarg, a brief history Not all of the rock bands popular among the young Hobbits caused their elders consternation. Despite their fearful name and cacophonous sound, Steppenwarg, made songs which embraced traditional Shire values such as gossiping, mistrust of outsiders and frequent parties involving prodigious quantities of food and drink. Their seminal song was Born in the Shire, an anthemic call for young Hobbits to ignore any old Wizards who might come to their door with tales of Dragons, Elves and hoards of gold. Its lyrics bear repeating here: Get my muffin buttered Feet up by the fireplace Hiding from adventure In a most un-Tookish way No Gandalf, you’re not welcome Leave me here in my comfy hole Don’t want no Dragon’s treasure Not meeting no Trolls I like beer and mushrooms Heavy belly thunder Blowing smoky rings In the Hill that I’m under No Gandalf, you’re not welcome Leave me here in my comfy hole Don’t want no Dragon’s treasure Not meeting no Trolls Like a true Hobbit child I was born – born in the Shire The only Dragon round here Is Green and serves beer Born in the Shire! Born in the Shire! But while that is the song for which they are most remembered, they also had a string of minor hits, including Don’t Listen at the Eaves, Sam (Mushroom) Pusher Cookie, Cookie Straight Smokin’ Hobbit, and Hey Lalia Mama While deemed thoroughly acceptable by much of Hobbit society, Steppenwarg caused outrage amongst Wizards, Dwarves and Elves looking for suitable fall-guys for their adventures since, during the band’s heyday, not one young Hobbit could be found who was willing to undertake such tasks as burgling Dragons’ treasure or destroying Magic Rings. Mysteriously, Steppenwarg disappeared shortly after they were visited backstage at one of their concerts by an old bearded fellow dressed in grey with a wide-brimmed hat. Some say they went onto greater things and secured a recording contract in Rivendell (thus selling out on their ideals), but others tell that their songs may still be heard in the croaking of the frogs in the reeds by the Water. __________________ Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!