Ziggie

▶ Spotify (This song won't be up until December 13th, but you can find my other work here): https://open.spotify.com/artist/5BSPl6yCVGvrCyKUp2peGM?si=PmWd2VOSRiasV1Ir1-63rw ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: https://patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin I’ve wanted to make a Bardcore cover of Chappell Roan’s music since I first heard it, but that want became a need after seeing her fantasy inspired outfits at the VMAs. So I invite you to the Pink Pony Inn: a warm, raucous place where you can leave your troubles at the door and lose yourself in song and dance. The Art: I found a great source with an armored woman riding a horse, but preferred the pink horse from the next page, so I combined them and made some extensive edits. Belli fortis, par Konrad Kyeser von Eichstädt France, Chantilly, Bibliothèque et archives du château - 348 (633) 005 to 007 https://arca.irht.cnrs.fr/ark:/63955/md46qz20w95n The Lyrics: I know thou wantest me to stay I cannot deny these maddening visions of me in Calais And I heard there is a wondrous place Where a pawn can be a queen every blessed day I have these wicked dreams of leaving Annecy Oh Saint Cecelia, I swear she calleth me Shan’t make my mother proud The thought is too obscene To see her darling girl I know that she shall scream Lord, what hast thou done? Thou’rt a pink pony maid Thou shouldst be a nun Oh mother, I just want to run With the mummers and clowns ‘Tis where I belong Down at the Pink Pony Inn I shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Inn I shall keep on dancing, let them call it a sin I shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Inn Pink Pony Inn Barefoot, I spin upon the floor Ale and mead aplenty, and a sign above the door Firelight, and a boar’s head on the wall Every night a new reminder why I left it all I thank my wicked dreams, a year from Annecy Oh Saint Cecelia, I owe my thanks to thee Shan’t make my mother proud The thought is too obscene To see her darling girl I know that she shall scream Lord, what hast thou done? Thou’rt a pink pony maid Thou shouldst be a nun Oh mother I just want to run With the mummers and clowns ‘Tis where I belong Down at the Pink Pony Inn I shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Inn I shall keep on dancing, let them call it a sin I shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Inn Pink Pony Inn Think not, I left you all behind Still I love my Annecy, thou’rt ever on my mind And mother, every Sæterndæg I can hear thy Southern lilt Two hundred leagues away, crying Lord, what hast thou done? Thou’rt a pink pony maid Thou shouldst be a nun Oh mother I just want to run With the mummers and clowns ‘Tis where I belong Down at the Pink Pony Inn I shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Inn I shall keep on dancing, let them call it a sin I shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony Inn Pink Pony Inn I shall keep on dancing! I shall keep on dancing! I shall keep on dancing! I shall keep on dancing!