The Barmaid's Bequest

trip hop, atmospheric folk-rap (underground hip-hop), cinematic dark ambient

[Chorus]
Oh the barmaid's bequest is a fiery test
An alchemy of misery burning in my chest
(Burning in the nethers)
She swore she was a virgin, untouched by the flock
Now I have got a glowing purple mushroom on my—
Wait, hold the rhythm, let the bass line drop
This apothecary potion isn't making it stop
(Making it stop)

[Verse 2]
Day number seven, the situation escalates
I am consulting with the leeches and the village magistrates
The affliction is spreading, it is taking new forms
I have got scales on my thigh in magnificent swarms
They shimmer in the moonlight, a luminescent green
It is the most exotic malady the medics have seen
I tried to rub an ointment made of lavender and fat
But the pustules just hissed and reacted to that
(They hissed at me)
Now my urine is dispensing like a sparkler in the night
It is a festive exhibition but a terrifying sight

[Verse 3]
Day number fourteen, I am losing my mind
Because the rash on my flank has designed a new kind
Of language, I swear, it is whispering my name
This is not a simple pox, this is a sinister game
I went back to the tavern with my sword in my hand
To confront the little maiden with a fervent demand
But the innkeeper chuckled, he said, mate, you are blind
That is a shapeshifting goblin of a venomous kind
(A venomous kind)
She collects the naive and she gives them the rot
A virgin? You absolute gullible clot

[Bridge]
Now I sit in the dark with a poultice of mud
Listening to the bubbling of my magical blood
(Magical blood)
I am glowing in the shadows, I am shedding my skin
All because I fancied a little tavern sin
The bards in the courtyard, they can sing of romance
But I am doing the medieval mystical dance

[Instrumental Interlude]
[Acoustic guitar layering over heavy bass]

[Outro]
Yeah, a glowing purple beacon.
(A beacon in the night)
Beware the innocent smile.
Check the ears for goblin points.
It is spreading to my elbows.
(Spreading to the elbows)
Someone fetch the plague doctor.
Just cut it off. Just cut it off.
(Fade to vinyl crackle)

3182/7500

[Verse 1] I walked into the tavern, heavy coin inside my purse Looking for an ale, maybe a blessing, not a curse She poured the mead with a maidenly blush Said she was pure as the snow, in a whispery hush I bought the performance, the timid little smile We snuck out the back for a highly spirited while Fast forward three days, there is an ache in my groin And a texture developing roughly like a coin I thought it was chafing from my chainmail pants But now it is pulsating in a rhythmic little dance [Chorus] Oh the barmaid's bequest is a fiery test An alchemy of misery burning in my chest (Burning in the nethers) She swore she was a virgin, untouched by the flock Now I have got a glowing purple mushroom on my— Wait, hold the rhythm, let the bass line drop This apothecary potion isn't making it stop (Making it stop) [Verse 2] Day number seven, the situation escalates I am consulting with the leeches and the village magistrates The affliction is spreading, it is taking new forms I have got scales on my thigh in magnificent swarms They shimmer in the moonlight, a luminescent green It is the most exotic malady the medics have seen I tried to rub an ointment made of lavender and fat But the pustules just hissed and reacted to that (They hissed at me) Now my urine is dispensing like a sparkler in the night It is a festive exhibition but a terrifying sight [Chorus] Oh the barmaid's bequest is a fiery test An alchemy of misery burning in my chest (Burning in the nethers) She swore she was a virgin, untouched by the flock Now I have got a glowing purple mushroom on my— Wait, hold the rhythm, let the bass line drop This apothecary potion isn't making it stop (Making it stop) [Verse 3] Day number fourteen, I am losing my mind Because the rash on my flank has designed a new kind Of language, I swear, it is whispering my name This is not a simple pox, this is a sinister game I went back to the tavern with my sword in my hand To confront the little maiden with a fervent demand But the innkeeper chuckled, he said, mate, you are blind That is a shapeshifting goblin of a venomous kind (A venomous kind) She collects the naive and she gives them the rot A virgin? You absolute gullible clot [Bridge] Now I sit in the dark with a poultice of mud Listening to the bubbling of my magical blood (Magical blood) I am glowing in the shadows, I am shedding my skin All because I fancied a little tavern sin The bards in the courtyard, they can sing of romance But I am doing the medieval mystical dance [Instrumental Interlude] [Acoustic guitar layering over heavy bass] [Chorus] Oh the barmaid's bequest is a fiery test An alchemy of misery burning in my chest (Burning in the nethers) She swore she was a virgin, untouched by the flock Now I have got a glowing purple mushroom on my— Wait, hold the rhythm, let the bass line drop This apothecary potion isn't making it stop (Making it stop) [Outro] Yeah, a glowing purple beacon. (A beacon in the night) Beware the innocent smile. Check the ears for goblin points. It is spreading to my elbows. (Spreading to the elbows) Someone fetch the plague doctor. Just cut it off. Just cut it off. (Fade to vinyl crackle)

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