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▶ This song will be out mid-August, but you can listen to my other work on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5BSPl6yCVGvrCyKUp2peGM?si=yyY9lJHsTwq-vf4y2nv9DQ
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I’m thrilled to welcome my brother Friar Funk back for a feature in this cover of the Wheatus angst anthem “Teenage Dirtbag”. We had a lot of fun recording in between bellowing Mordhau and Elder Scrolls lines at each other. Oh, and before anyone gets all clever in the comments, yes the iron maiden (ye old spiked sarcophagus) is mostly a myth, but you’ll have to forgive the anachronism because how could I not keep that in?
As always, this music is human made. I wrote the lyrics, created the instrumental from a mix of real and sampled instruments, and we recorded the vocals in my little turret studio.
I’ll provide a few notes about the language, because there are some fun words in this one.
Greenhorn: an inexperienced person/newcomer who lacks skill and knowledge.
Wagtail: An obsequious, timid person who fawns and bows like e nervous bird.
Hedgeborn: A person born of low, mean, or unknown birth. Perhaps even on the side of the road somewhere.
Blaggard: A scoundrel, a rogue, or a rascal.
The Art: I illustrated this one from scratch but looked at lots of sad peasants in manuscripts during the process.
The Lyrics:
Her name is Noelle
I have a dream about her
Under some spell
I’ve Vespers within the hour
How she is fair
With flowers in her hair
But she knoweth not that I live
And she giveth not a fig about me
For I’m but a greenhorn wagtail, lady
Naught but a hedgeborn blaggard, lady
I’d stand in an iron maiden, lady for thee, oh
Her lord is uncouth
He bringeth a sword to Mass
Knew he but the truth
My hide he would surely thrash
His keep’s on the hill
‘Tis his fields I till
But he knoweth not that I live
And he giveth not a fig about me
For I’m but a greenhorn wagtail, lady
Naught but a hedgeborn blaggard, lady
I’d stand in an iron maiden, lady for thee, oh
Oh, greenhorn!
She knoweth not what she is missing
Oh, hedgeborn!
She knoweth not what she is missing
I feel overbold
This banquet is far too lofty
Lo and behold
She walketh over to me
Must be some ruse, I’ll end in the noose
How doth she know that I live?
And why doth she care a whit about me?
I’ve two palfreys to flee to fair Arcady
Come with me three days hence, I pray thee
I’m naught but a greenhorn wagtail, truly like thee, oh
Oh, greenhorn!
She knoweth not what she is missing
Oh, hedgeborn!
She knoweth not what she is missing
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Published: August 3, 2026
Channels: Hildegard von Blingin'
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