Ballad of the Bard and the Jester

A theatrical duet that pits Gibeligob, the Bardic storyteller, against The Jester, the lord of chaos, in a battle of wits, pranks, and epic one-liners. This track is a playful yet twisted tribute to The Jester and for the Edgelords group, blending folk-rock, rap, and darkwave to create a soundscape that’s equal parts medieval tavern and sinister carnival. This song is a love letter to the art of storytelling and the deep respect and admiration I hold for Jester’s musical genius. It’s a celebration of friendship, creativity, and the chaotic beauty of making music. My dear friend, The Jester—thank you for the chaos and the chords - Love you my friend 🃏. Note: I HATE EDITOR MODE! - Cannot even produce a proper laugh, so several credits later I managed to get one in - But I think it was worth to at least try for my friend. Check out his amazing work here: @the_jestermc - https://suno.com/@the_jestermc ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Gibeligob] In the Suno-verse, where the stars turn black, I met a Jester who stabbed me in the back. With a laugh like a blade and a grin like a noose, He dragged me to chaos—what’s a Bard to do? He’s the clown of carnage, the fool of despair, But I’m the Bard who’ll leave him gasping for air. [Jester] Oh, Gib, my puppet, you’re dancing my tune, I’ve got a game that’ll end you soon. First, juggle these knives while riding a goose, Or I’ll turn your world into a glittery noose! And if you fail, well, don’t cry to me, I’ve got a thousand more ways to break your sanity. [Gibeligob] Your pranks are cheap, your tricks are frail, I’ll turn your chaos into a Bardic tale. A goose and some knives? Oh, Jester, you’re crude, But I’ll spin this madness into something shrewd. I’ll weave you a story where the goose turns the tide, And the knives become feathers—now step aside. [The Jester] Oh, Gib, you’re a riot, but I’m not amused, Your stories are quaint, but I’m here to confuse. Next up, my pawn, you must wrestle a bear, But the bear’s on a unicycle—good luck, I don’t care! And if you survive, don’t pop the champagne, I’ve got a dragon-sized dose of pain. [Spoken Banter] Gibeligob: You’re all smoke and mirrors, Jester, but I see the cracks. The Jester: And you’re all graphs and grids, Gib, but I’ve got the facts. Gibeligob: I’ll outplay your hand, I’ll outwit your scheme. The Jester: Oh, sweetheart, this chaos is my dream. [Gibeligob, Storytelling] Let me tell you a tale of a fool who once tried, To outplay the Master, but his luck quickly died. He slipped on a banana, fell into a pit, And now he’s the punchline of my infinite wit! [Jester] Oh, a story, how quaint, but I’ll twist it around, Till your heroes are ashes, and your knights are all drowned. I’ll turn your sweet ballads to screams in the night, For I’m the Jester, the lord of fright! [Gibeligob] But here’s the twist, dear Jester, you’ve already lost, For my tales are eternal, no matter the cost. Your chaos may burn, but my stories will last, Long after your laughter’s a thing of the past. [Outro - Spoken duet] Gibeligob: Checkmate, Jester. The Jester: Oh, Gib… the game’s just begun. Gibeligob: Yeah, and next time, no unicycling bears. The Jester: No promises!