just a fun bardcore I wrote a while back.

Yarinka Collucci - Fly Renaissance ( Bardcore Version )

"Hypothetically Speakin’" — from the crooked mouth of a bard who already knows how it ends.
Three men walk into a favor. One walks out.
Raise your glass. Forget the name.
Only the silent get to rest.

Inspired by Guy Ritchie, hauntcore rituals, and bardic betrayals.

Lyrics

Raise your glass
Forget the name
Some tabs settle
Just the same

One spoke truth
One just guessed
Only the silent
Get to rest

Hypothetically speakin’?
Sure—it’s within fair reach
That a problem might bow to a vow
Two pigs, a creek
And two weeks teachin’ the weeds how to keep

Or more bluntly
Grab a drifter, bless me ma
Skip the pigs
Just a shovel, just a prayer
Swear that whoever it was is a name no one digs

If it ain’t pride and it ain’t gold—
but a vow gone cold, a debt retold—
then speak it once, no need to plead.
Say it once.
That’s all we agreed.

Three don’t make a secret
One always starts to choke
One digs
One buries
One lies like it’s a joke

Three don’t make a secret
You just hope it’s not you
The one who talks first
Never gets to choose

Be sure you dig the hole at least
Start at six feet deep
If you’ve got more bark than teeth
Make them dig it
Keep it brief

Too much talk
Feeds the pigs beneath
When choosing where the body splits
Go below the hips
Less twitch

Burn
Bury
Barely speak
Bet your life which one will squeak
Best the three of you plot quiet
Choose the pair that lies the least

You mentioned a score
But I don’t need the plot
I’m not a man of wants
We’ll speak of cost
After the shot

Three don’t make a secret
One always starts to choke
One digs
One buries
One lies like it’s a joke

Three don’t make a secret
You just hope it’s not you
The one who talks first
Never gets to choose

Now that it’s just us
Let’s slow the run
Last I saw the other one
He’d just bought himself a gun

Asked me straight where you had gone
I didn’t lie
I played dumb
And now—well look
Here he comes

No need to panic
No need to hide
I’ll keep him close
I’ll say hi

Lucky for you
I always carry two
Take your time
Load it smooth

When he rounds the bend
Close enough to spit
Do what feels natural
Aim where your guilt might sit

Raise your glass
Forget the name
Some tabs settle
Just the same

One spoke truth
One just guessed
Only the silent
Get to rest

Hypothetically Speakin'

Theater nerd. Writer. Director. Hauntcore Bard. Heir Monty explores the vivisection of life, soul, and the binaries of our digital myths with the goal of finding both natural and supernatural connections within the blue nowhere.

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