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

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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/...

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!