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Way happier with this one than my first. This song contains the core idea that inspired "Unicorn City", which is the musical that I'm writing my FAWM songs for. The background that you need for this one: There's a baron, who's a bit of a jerk, and he's captured a stable full of unicorns, and there's a stableboy to care for them. And while most people think the unicorns are beautiful and mystical and all that, the guy whose job it is to take care of them has a, shall we say, different perspective. So this is his hate song.
I'll count this under the jobs challenge; it's at least within an obvious metaphor. (I'm employed by an association of a profession that is generally quite well regarded, but, well, I'm far too often mistaken for a complaint department, or a complaint department for a completely unrelated business.)
I'm also calling it NSFW, just to be on the safe side. It's not all that NS... in this context, "jackass" wouldn't even be a profanity. But, you know...
Every evening, forty-seven minutes past the break of dusk.
Half a mile away you’ll be assaulted by the musk.
Don’t show early or the monsters won’t be yet asleep
But get there late and you won’t have time to feed and muck and sweep.
Special hay bales, that’s the only grub they deem fit to consume
Treated with rosemary, comfrey and a single orchid bloom.
They won’t frolic if they do not get the perfect blend
It all smells the same once it get out of the other end.
Because
They’re not noble.
They’re not bright.
They’re all stubborn
And they’re full of spite.
Stupid blooming bloody unicorns.
Jackasses with horns
“They’re so gentle” all the stupid little girls are proud to squeal
Til they see you, then they’ll try to butcher you like you were veal.
Horns as sharp as baselards, each one aimed at your spine.
They gave me three belly buttons two in front and one behind.
Oh-oh-oh
They’re not noble.
They’re not bright.
They’re all stubborn
And they’re full of spite.
Stupid blooming bloody unicorns.
Jackasses with horns
In nightmares I hear them
Bleating a scheme
I wake every a-after-
Noon in mid-scream.
And then I arrive here
In moonlight’s gleam.
They’re plotting someting
A wicked regime!
I can tell you think that I am influenced by all this booze
But I swear that I have more than thoroughly a-paid my dues.
Fifth time you get bit you will not think they’re cute no more.
And you’ll want to join me in my one-man holy equine war
You’ll see that
They’re not noble.
They’re not bright.
They’re all stubborn
And they’re full of spite.
Stupid blooming bloody unicorns.
Jackasses with horns