Hildegard von Blingin'

I turned Chappell Roan's Pink Pony Club into the Pink Pony Inn (Patreon)

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Hello everyone, happy November! I hope that those of you in the darkening parts of the world are adjusting to these early sunsets and keeping your spirits up. It felt like the right time to finally tackle this song, so may I present my cover of Chappell Roan's Pink Pony Club.

A couple fun facts about the lyrics:

LA and Tennessee became Calais and Annecy, respectively. These two cities are on opposite ends of France, and are under 200 leagues apart (it's more like 150, but that didn't sound as good).
Saint Cecilia is the patron saint of music.
Saeterndaeg is the Old English word for Saturday.
Annecy is in the South of France, in the Region of Rhône-Alpes. The Southern French accent is sometimes called l’accent chantant, or “the singing accent” for its musical nature. I changed "drawl" to "lilt" as a nod to that. Do we have any French folks in here? Bonjour to you if so!

I hope you enjoy! The video will likely go live on Youtube on Monday. As for a Patreon extra for this month, I will do my best to make one follow up post before December. I had to focus all my energy on this cover and caught a nasty cold two weeks ago, so I haven't been able to put together anything big, but at the very least I'll aim to share a couple goodies. I appreciate you all very much, thank you for helping me do what I do!

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

▶ Spotify (This song won't be up for a little bit, 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!