Dance of the Purple Elf

Dance of the Purple Elf

Amanda West's picture
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Liner Notes: 

Lyric written for the Skirmish s200719a
Theme: 'Dance of the sugar plum fairy' or along those lines

This one kind rolled off the tongue, so to speak. I had a lot of fun writing it, no idea if I'll ever have a use for it other than 50/90 !
Go Horace !!!

I can hear a male vocal for some weird reason Smile

UPDATE 27.7.19
Amanda says: Tim has finally agreed to cowrite on this ! I am so pleased. I'll have to be patient for a few weeks though, as he is a very busy man Smile

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Technical bit Sad

Collaborations:
The next bit sounds harsher than it is - it's mainly just to ensure that we discuss the collaboration before we start, and that we are on the same playing field Smile

Please ask me first if you would like to use my lyrics, just in case someone else has already asked and has started working with them.

If you wish to collaborate with a view to the finished song being used outside/after 50/90, please check with me before we start, as I often use my lyrics professionally with non 50/90 co-writers, after 50/90 Smile

If you wish to change my lyrics, please check with me first to ensure I'm happy with the changes. I am usually open to discussion, as that is how collaboration works !

The above isn't meant to sound difficult, it's just a matter of sorting what we are doing before we start, so everyone is happy - communication ! Smile

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Many thanks, love and peace,
Amanda Smile

Lyrics: 

v1
Horace was a purple elf
Who suffered from a lack of self
His confidence was all to pot
And found himself alone a lot
One day he had a wild thought
"I'll start a group for those distraught
Who go through life and think they can't
And need a place to safely rant"

pre ch
One look and he fled cus' the room was full and heaving

chorus
Lots of elves and fairies
Trolls and leprechauns
Loads of creepy crawlies
A giant with hair shorn
Everyone was waiting
For the little purple elf
Who'd given them the confidence
To face their mental health

v2
Horace hid behind a tree
Peeking out no one could see
How terrified, ashamed he was
Hiding out and all because
He couldn't face his inner elf
The fuchsia not the purple self
But, he gathered up his confidence
And strode in there all tall and tense

pre ch
One look and he fled cus' the room was full and heaving

chorus
Lots of elves and fairies
Trolls and leprechauns
Loads of creepy crawlies
A giant with hair shorn
Everyone was waiting
For the little purple elf
Who'd given them the confidence
To face their mental health

v3
This time he didn't get too far
Just outside the door ajar
Plucking up his courage strong
He walked into the waiting throng
Up onto the stage way high
Thinking "I'm about to die"
He looked around the waiting eyes
And realised he felt quite high

pre ch
One day he'd look back cus' the room was full and heaving

chorus
Lots of elves and fairies
Trolls and leprechauns
Loads of creepy crawlies
A giant with hair shorn
Everyone was waiting
For the little purple elf
Who'd given them the confidence
To face their mental health



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JWHanberry's picture

This would make a wonderful children's book. It paints such a picture of dealing with self image. Imagine the illustrations of all those interesting people. I bet you could sell a bunch.

splittybooms's picture

I'm liking the tale. I see the little conference room with all these creatures in it!
Horace is so many of us, these lyrics resonate.
To be able to write such phrases and lines in under an hour....
So full of visuals and also meaning.
Kudos, truly

Chip Withrow's picture

This is wonderful - such a well-spun tale, with meter made for music, and a compelling and uplifting message to top it off! And clever rhymes, too.
I almost did this skirmish - the prompt really intrigued me.

Tim Fatchen's picture

A sweetie. Not just sugar plum, you could have the entire Hall of the Mountain King treatment developing through that chorus, at its peak with shorn giant. Poor quiet tinkly purple Horace; hugely noisy chaotic audience room,and all settling quietly at that last chorus with a (quietly) triumphant last couplet. Now, as I appear to have already mapped it out sonically...was this the faerie you were referencing?