
When I saw this wonderful image of Marcy the other night, I was inspired to finish Part 2 of my love ballad for her. The artist ShinySoul said he was trying to draw Marcy in a “semi-realistic style.” I think he did a masterful job; plus, I love Marcy in her sun hat. If you like his work as much as I do, please go like his original post here. Like him, for this song I did my best to imagine Marceline was real. So, unlike my other #Adventure Time songs, where I wrote in the quirky style of the show, I wrote like I would to capture a woman’s heart in RL. Of course, the lyrics are still all about Marcy. In fact, you’ll notice that I got her to play bass ;) This song is devoted to ShinySoul for inspiring me, to Marceline at—marceline-the-queen and marceline-your-vampire-queen—and to these awesome AT blogs I’ve found recently: fuckyeahmarcelinebubblegum, yoitsadventuretime, yesadventuretime, finn13, foreveradventuretime, and princess-partay. You can listen to Part 1 of my attempt to woo Marceline here. If you like, you can stream this and subscribe to CI on YouTube here. The built in link on the audio player will take you to free downloads. Also, I know that I want to write a song for Bubblegum next; so, if you are an artist and would like to suggest an inspiring image, please message me. Thanks for listening everyone!
Marceline, Be My Vampire Queen (Part 2)
It’s time for a song, Marceline.
Let me be the guitar to your bass.
Let’s create cosmic sound waves.
Let’s make music Ooo’s never heard before;
music to survive millenia, just like you.
Marceline, be my queen.
The sun is shining, Marceline.
Let me be your hat and elbow high gloves.
Let me be your place in the shade.
I’ll be there to protect you from pain;
let me be your knight in shining armor, Marceline.
Marceline, be my queen.
It’s time to eat, Marceline.
I’ll buy you more fries than you’ve ever seen.
Let’s cover them in deep red ketchup.
Let me be your red in a world of black and white.
Let me be the fuel that keeps your fire burning bright.
Marceline, be my queen.
I’ll be your mirror, the reflection you can’t see.
I’ll tell you you’re beautiful every day.
Marceline, be my queen.
So, if you were Marcy, would you be my queen?