Yes, I have been pretty prolific. But nobody need worry that I have done too much. It was all in fun.
A sort of fictionalized take on my parodying the Green Day album Father of All. . ..
Everyone had a gleam in their eye, turning to music and finding what was there now. Without any other fodder in mind at the moment, Buccaneer Blue in particular was drawn in by the song Oh Yeah! - or, more specifically, the line about blood.
Finding that hard to resist, she told the Black Pearl Crew, You’ll want to hear this, at least.
In search of things they might have said upon being pounced on, they followed her into the album.
She had a song with father
in the title before her. For Buccaneer Blue, it was not like the first three times she had that happen to her in its being light on parodying hooks. It did not have an acoustic guitar or violin to make it musically suit ages-old pirates, nor was the father tragic. No ships, no sailing eternally, no calling the family back together, no son ending up like his father.
But Jack’s side of it was just part of it. The song might not have been a pile of jewels to him, but at least there was none of the pipe organ music, sadness, or slowness the past had been ridden with*. Blue would drink to that.
I gather whatever I can,
she decided.
I think I lost my gold, feeling the alcohol, the pain was growing numb.
Meet Me on the Roof was not hook-heavy, but a parody about drinking to the point of having to do everything delicately or end up on the floor was so the sort of thing Blue found funny, all sounds made were content. In fact, a moment was taken to thank training Jack to do this sort of thing, if slightly hesitantly due to the song only being 3 fodder.
Buccaneer Blue claimed what she wanted most from the song by the clearly relevance-suggesting title of Stab You in the Heart. Every reason to believe it could be worked with gradually (but not unimaginably slowly, of course) managed to avoid becoming history. The water-dwelling enemy of Jack was described perfectly.
Now, it was to dry land, after all that.
It was on a shady island that the Crew evaluated the whole album. It had its share of songs that were a bit tougher, but none of it was completely useless to them.
It was a short island, sticking out into the nasty seas definitely infested with, well, the sorts of things they always made all except maybe one or two songs an album about.
Well, he was assuming this, with the first hooks leading them in relating to sea creatures, and adding now that things they could get behind included stuff about sickness and water, and having enemies and tragedy. But it was also confirmed on the way that a pirate would say he was not a soldier, as one of the songs said.
With nowhere else to look on the horizon, and no interest in having anything to do with a palace, the crew took Will’s advice and took a song that could maybe be used to express the latter. But they could only slowly figure out how Jack could build his story on the skeleton of Graffitia.
Turned into a quest for pirates with no small amount of Barbossa and his ilk finding they could say things like that of the original song was Take the Money and Crawl.
Ambitious with weapons like the sword and the skill for finding words that could be hung on to, they took Fire, Ready, Aim and made it about letting loose torrents of cannon fire.
Having opened up a way with 3-fodder songs, the Crew was finding whatever ground seemed fit to cover. He Is the Deranged of Deranged
was them hissing about the enemy from the safety of the shore, but in an amusing direction, and not the kind of attack on Davy that was common when they started*.
The future of parodying is mysterious even to its maker, for a time. But, as always, a way is found.