Blackleaf
Posts: 552
11/28/2013
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Anyone who has visited Mahogony hall will probably have heard the old song known as "Pop goes the weasel!".
There are many variants to this song and its sung all over the hall, Most people who hear it forget it... eventuly.
Others go insane, some start screaming it at the top of their lungs, other end up making weasels pop.
But we have all probably heard it.
So here's a fun idea,
Let's compose some new verses for it.
There's alredy a bunch of versions ingame and the story implies people tend to come out with new versions either out of boredom or insanity.
To be honest both of those could work as inspiration. Here's something i came up with on my first trip to flutestreet, being bored and waiting for cards to appear.
" Up and down the rubbery roads, through the caverns of neath! Amber's coating walls and floor, POP goes the weasel/cavefish! "
And another one for good measure.
" In and out the neathy streets, five stolen cities! Mushroom wine and honeypots, POP goes the weasel! "
edited by Blackleaf on 11/28/2013
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No cats or investigations of photographers please.
Same goes for Sparring,Loitering,Suppers and Games of chess! Sure I'll accept them occasionaly but I wont help you grind them most of the time.
But calling cards are highly welcome! (Got too much influence for cards at the moment. Sorry!)
Character profile can be found here: http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/Blackleaf
Ware serpents and know spires.
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Laluzi
Posts: 456
11/28/2013
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Up and down the Polythreme roads
The eaves, they are a-screaming
Tip your hat and bid good day
Pop! goes the weasel!
Seekers throng around the well
Where spectres lie a-dreaming
Hithe and trithe or scream the Name
Pop! goes the weasel!
Twirling 'round Mahogany Hall
Where conmen crouch a-scheming
Sing a tune and chaos ensues
Pop! goes the weasel!
Twixt and 'tween the Labyrinth coils
The Tiger Keeper's preening
Gift him jade and be on your way
Pop! goes the weasel!
Honey-dens in Veilgarden streets
The artist props his easel
Swap his paints and tip the stand
Pop! goes the weasel!
Seven scars and seven chains
My soul, beyond redeeming
Whispered words in foxfire light
Pop! goes the weasel!
Across the pond at Failbetter Games
The boss-man's stories, weaving
Leave some rats and ring the bell
Pop! goes the weasel!
edited by Laluzi on 11/29/2013
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Feel free to ask if you need something! Uninterested in Trailing the Affluent Photographer.
Mercer - an enigmatic and brutal individual. Frightfully strong. Has even more frightful manners.
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Leraika
Posts: 56
11/29/2013
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Well, that's going to be a hard act to follow, but:
First was new when Babylon fell,
Fourth was full of horses
Second and Third have gone astray
Pop! goes the weasel!
Three pennies for some rostygold
An echo for a rose-mask
Ten thousand for an Overgoat
Pop! goes the weasel!
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Leraika - Smoldering Academic and occasional woman-about-town
Feel free to send me requests!
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HinterDemGlas
Posts: 57
11/29/2013
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Oh! Let me try! Let me try!
Got an old suit, Got a stick
But the pay is measly
When the dockers' halfbricks hit
Pop! goes the weasel!
Round and Round the wire loops
Leaves you in a pickle
Does it smell like cheese in here?
Pop! goes the weasel!
Up and Down the Concord Square
They're looking for the evil
Not one of them does look upstairs
Pop! goes the weasel!
Down and Down the Embassy
Every drink is lethal
Every smile is lethal too
Pop! goes the weasel!
In my parlour, in my larder
Rats are marching gleeful
It's alright, I paid them dear
Pop! goes the weasel!
edited by HinterDemGlas on 12/19/2013
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A mildmannered gentleman, back with a vengeance.
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Xaphedo
Posts: 44
12/18/2013
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Read it and your eyes shall obvert. Hum it and your tongue shall drop. Sing it and you shall know the best places to bomb.
Striving, writhing, up the Hill
Dreaming, reeling, to the Veil
Wending, blending, in the Spite
Pop! goes the weasel!
Lady Bones, fiery the homes
View is good, rats as food
Mazes, tygers, dreams of spiders
Pop! goes the weasel!
Battles, plants, mangled pants
Be night, be day, always despair
Thank the Consort an' his wife's resort
Pop! goes the weasel!
Now Quarters, now half, the Masters a-laugh
Blase in a dungeon well-lays our London
To swarms of toms we psalm with bombs
Pop! goes the weasel!
The rats, the beetles, even mirrors are lethal
Wait 'till the upheavals shall raze down the steeple
The bats, the weevils, our patience is feeble
Pop! goes the Bazaar!
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Betrothal To Prosody
«He knows. Why of course, there's no other way. Unless...»
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Cocytus
Posts: 187
12/19/2013
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Dinner and dancing and flattery,
Not waiting for the healer,
Slowcake makes you notable, then
Pop! goes the weasel!
edited by Cocytus on 12/19/2013
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Cocytus, the Avuncular Wordsmith, a river outside a box.
Stock Titus, a rapturous individual ahead of its time. (Dormant)
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Armand D'Alterac
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4/5/2014
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All around the streets of Spite,
The urchins climb the steeples,
Hearing what the Thunder said:
"Pop! goes the weasel!"
Hiding behind Shuttered doors,
The Empress finds life peaceful,
Until a madman strikes the chord;
Pop! goes the weasel!
Devils claim the souls of men,
Though their means are hardly legal,
Yet veer away from one who sings:
Pop! goes the weasel!
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Excerpts from a Frenchman's journal
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Snowskeeper
Posts: 575
4/5/2014
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A emptiness old and malign;
Its hunger leaves one feeble.
But it can't hold a candle to:
Pop goes the weasel.
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S.F., a midnight midnighter and invisible eminence. Impossible to locate them, personally, but there are dead drops and agents.
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dismallyOriented
Posts: 215
4/5/2014
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The dancer with his leaps and twirls
The artist with her easel.
The singer with that d---able song.
Pop goes the weasel.
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SciFiMagpie
Posts: 14
7/22/2014
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Laluzi wrote:
Up and down the Polythreme roads
The eaves, they are a-screaming
Tip your hat and bid good day
Pop! goes the weasel!
Seekers throng around the well
Where spectres lie a-dreaming
Hithe and trithe or scream the Name
Pop! goes the weasel!
Twirling 'round Mahogany Hall
Where conmen crouch a-scheming
Sing a tune and chaos ensues
Pop! goes the weasel!
Twixt and 'tween the Labyrinth coils
The Tiger Keeper's preening
Gift him jade and be on your way
Pop! goes the weasel!
Honey-dens in Veilgarden streets
The artist props his easel
Swap his paints and tip the stand
Pop! goes the weasel!
Seven scars and seven chains
My soul, beyond redeeming
Whispered words in foxfire light
Pop! goes the weasel!
Across the pond at Failbetter Games
The boss-man's stories, weaving
Leave some rats and ring the bell
Pop! goes the weasel!
edited by Laluzi on 11/29/2013
This is now what I shall imagine for the performances at Mahogany that relate to this song.
edited by SciFiMagpie on 7/22/2014
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theodor_gylden
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7/22/2014
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My dear alt has already taken a crack at this -- thon was not all there when thon did.
Ask the cat for Mr Wines
But not for Mr Eaten
Curse the stars and curse the Sun
Curse! the void between them
Round and round and round they go
The knives a-circling faster
Down and down and down the well
Down! went the Master
Will we ever know his name
Will the letters brand all
Out of sight is out of mind
Out! goes the Candle
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