A song about the oldest brewery in Cornwall

[ChristophTBM]

A Night At The Blue, With Some Of The Crew
By Christoph, Not You



Spingo




Ginger like beards in the sun
In the garden, sunken and drunken
Fun times are had
It's not that bad, it's ****ing awful
But have enough and it becomes buff
You spin and you go, door or window
It really doesn't care
whether you're here or you're there




That all depends
on the *** that bends
huge and bitchy, and a little bit twitchy
it'll deny the ones with the funds
just because of it's buns. Stupid fat cow.




The old dude though
He aint rude, bit of an odd mood
He's a dear, he'll serve you a "beer"
Or ale? Alas to no avail, tis swill to you and I

When consumed

You feel you might die.

And in the gloomy room of doom
When J the drug may loom
Beware of fire
He'll say he wont but he's a ****in' liar

Just further down
In the deep south
Where music is made
Skittles never played
Atrocious noises
Come for their mouthes
Through cones of speakers
and empty beakers


And ends tonights adventure
You say bye and leave
And walk past the bar
Where most of the drunks are
An old mans dentures
In a glass of semi-liquid plop
But for now ignored
I'm tired and bored
Yo holmes' to the bus stop!

[bmxfelon420]

I like this, it's pretty clever. Lots of colorful words and stuff.

[ChristophTBM]

Lyrics explained:


A Night At The Blue, With Some Of The Crew

The name of the pub is the Blue Anchor


Spingo

Spingo is the name of the ale that is brewed.



Ginger like beards in the sun
In the garden, sunken and drunken
Fun times are had
It's not that bad, it's ****ing awful
But have enough and it becomes buff
You spin and you go, door or window
It really doesn't care
whether you're here or you're there

Ginger is the colour of the stuff, and if you have a beard you'll understand...
There is a sunken beer garden.
The ale, you have to drink a lot of it to get used to the taste.


That all depends
on the *** that bends
huge and bitchy, and a little bit twitchy
it'll deny the ones with the funds
just because of it's buns. Stupid fat cow.

When I was 17 I used to never get served due to having no ID by this stupid girl who has a rather large rear. She still ID's me, and my 21 year old mate.



The old dude though
He aint rude, bit of an odd mood
He's a dear, he'll serve you a "beer"
Or ale? Alas to no avail, tis swill to you and I

When consumed

You feel you might die.

The owner is an old man, who is completly insane. The bit about beer/ale, nobody quite knows what it is, still tastes horrid though!


And in the gloomy room of doom
When J the drug may loom
Beware of fire
He'll say he wont but he's a ****in' liar

A quiet corner where we used to sit in the winter because it had a heater but no lighting, me and my friend once met this guy called Jamie who we've known for years, sitting on his own flicking matches at the walls quite clearly stoned. I call him "Drug".


Just further down
In the deep south
Where music is made
Skittles never played
Atrocious noises
Come for their mouthes
Through cones of speakers
and empty beakers

They have a skittle ally at the bottom of the beer garden, never once have I seen it used for anything but live music. (deep south, hell etc, the place is called "Helston") Google it if you don't believe me.


And ends tonights adventure
You say bye and leave
And walk past the bar
Where most of the drunks are
An old mans dentures
In a glass of semi-liquid plop
But for now ignored
I'm tired and bored
Yo holmes' to the bus stop!


Last line is a rip on bel air, a commen song sung there.



Hoping to put some music to it, but there's one problem, I haven't got a clue what sort of style to play for it.

[Surf]

The fact that you did a line by line run down of the thing shows the real problem here; its not relatable.

the piece is so intrinsic, so based on your own experiences, that all the imagery, all the metaphor is wasted on anyone who hasn't been there. The only thing that I could actually empathise with was the ginger beard bit (my beard is ginger in the sun :()

You need to find a way to make the audience understand the location, make it important engaging. the piece lacks depth because its so focused on describing a pub that doesn't really matter.

The trick here would be to turn the location into something else. Show the audience why you keep going back; what is it that makes all of this worthwhile? Is it a haven? an escape? an experience?

And the last lines kills any kind of atmosphere you work up and aren't funny.

[ChristophTBM]

Well it'll mostly be played around in that area, so people know it. I don't know why I go back there, there's a bit of irony in the fact the beer juice stuff is really nice, but isn't in a way.
Wording may be swapped, lines broken down when music is added to it.
I guess it's kind of an "Inn" joke (sorry, so so sorry), but as long as you like it. I was hoping that it pictured a gloomy old pub.

[toxicmudd]

guess it's kind of an "Inn" joke (sorry, so so sorry)

i actually lol'ed :(

i really liked this song tbh, with teh exception of the dentures bit. Apart from that i think it was solid, and dw abt it not being relatable, i mean i have no idea what its like to be a walrus, man but thats still an ace song