Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover)

▶ 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/hildegardvonblinginI’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 007https://arca.irht.cnrs.fr/ark:/63955/md46qz20w95nThe Lyrics:I know thou wantest me to stayI cannot deny these maddening visions of me in Calais And I heard there is a wondrous placeWhere a pawn can be a queen every blessed dayI have these wicked dreams of leavingAnnecyOh Saint Cecelia, I swear she calleth meShan’t make my mother proudThe thought is too obsceneTo see her darling girlI know that she shall screamLord, what hast thou done?Thou’rt a pink pony maidThou shouldst be a nunOh mother, I just want to runWith the mummers and clowns‘Tis where I belongDown at the Pink Pony InnI shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony InnI shall keep on dancing, let them call it a sinI shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony InnPink Pony InnBarefoot, I spin upon the floorAle and mead aplenty, and a sign above the doorFirelight, and a boar’s head on the wallEvery night a new reminder why I left it allI thank my wicked dreams, a year fromAnnecyOh Saint Cecelia, I owe my thanks to theeShan’t make my mother proudThe thought is too obsceneTo see her darling girlI know that she shall screamLord, what hast thou done?Thou’rt a pink pony maidThou shouldst be a nunOh mother I just want to runWith the mummers and clowns‘Tis where I belongDown at the Pink Pony InnI shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony InnI shall keep on dancing, let them call it a sinI shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony InnPink Pony InnThink not, I left you all behindStill I love my Annecy, thou’rt ever on my mindAnd mother, every SæterndægI can hear thy Southern liltTwo hundred leagues away, cryingLord, what hast thou done?Thou’rt a pink pony maidThou shouldst be a nunOh mother I just want to runWith the mummers and clowns‘Tis where I belongDown at the Pink Pony InnI shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony InnI shall keep on dancing, let them call it a sinI shall keep on dancing at the Pink Pony InnPink Pony InnI shall keep on dancing!I shall keep on dancing!I shall keep on dancing!I shall keep on dancing!