Saturday 14 May 2011

WFRP: Cemetary Polka

In my mind, Altdorf is a mad place, a cacaphony of bizarre antics of depraved individuals with warped motivations set against the backdrop of a world insane. And on top of that people are stupid and greedy. And there is no one better to capture that than Tom Waits. An acquired taste, I guarantee you, but to me  nothing says WFRP in Altdorf in music more than the Cemetary Polka.



And now the lyrics, adapted to the Old World

Cemetary Polka, by Thomas Warten
Uncle Werner, uncle Werner, independent as a hog on ice
He's a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
Plays accordion for old Herr Weiss

Uncle Berthold, uncle Wilhelm
Made a fortune selling halfling pies
But they're tightwads and they're cheapskates
And they'll never give a klank to us 

Auntie Mame has gone insane
She lives in the doorway of an old hostel
And the guests are singing opera
All she ever says is "Go to hell!"

Uncle Violet sailed as a pilot
Never gave the pretty girls a glance
Now he runs a tiny little book shop
They say he never keeps it in his pants

Uncle Schill will never leave a will
And the tumor is as big as an egg
He has a mistress, she is Kislevitan
And I heard she has a wooden leg

Uncle Willi can't live without his pills
He is hard of hearing and he's almost blind
And we must find out where the money is
Get it now before he loses his mind

Uncle Werner, uncle Werner, independent as a hog on ice
He's a big shot down there at the slaughterhouse
He plays accordion for old Herr Weiss

/Magnus

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