'Thou art up in the eve to improve fortune' 'Thou art up in the eve to improve fortune' 'Thou art up in the eve to improve fortune' 'Thou art up in the eve to improve fortune'
This rains splendour upon mine ears. If I were to presume favourites, they t'would be "Journy of thee Circumferenceth of thee Earthly Bodie" and "Uponst thee thyme once more."
Why is this so underrated? It is beautifully arranged! You can naturally hear those earthly-produced sounds from instruments🥹👏 great work btw, looking forward for more. I might add *bardcore* as one of my fav genres. 😊
By Jove! This awakens the most tempting natures within man’s spirit. T’is mine own folly that Lady Gaga wastes my humors away leaving only the lusting fires within mine own soul. I believeth that mine own thoughts art bewitched by this temptress.
Hark! Prithee, gather 'round, ye weary travellers of the internet, and lend thine ears to a tale of minstrels and melodies of yore. In yon forgotten times, ere the arrival of these moving pictures with their fleeting ditties, music did weave a most curious spell. We had naught but traveling players with their lutes and harps, or perchance a bawdy ballad sung by a tankard-topped fellow in the local tavern. Oh, the sweet sorrow of a lute's lament! The lively jigs that set our feet a-stomping! Even the melancholic ballads of lost love held a certain charm, a depth that these modern ditties seem to lack. We cherished each note, for music was a rare treasure, shared amongst friends and family, passed down through generations like a precious jewel. Though I confess, I do find myself drawn to these newfangled contraptions and their endless supply of tunes. But sometimes, a part of me yearns for the simpler days, for the crackling fire and the shared song. A time when music truly brought us together and stirred the soul. So here's to the minstrels and the troubadours, to the lutes and the harps, and to the music that echoed through the ages! May their melodies never fade from our memory.
Sir Daniel when I firt encount'r'd thee Aware wast I thy heart wast aflame Und'r skies so bright of blue Skies of which wou'd r'semble a play (?) Thy eyes b'cam'th mine abode And we wou'd nev'r part And once the land wast ablaze The stench of cind'rs and rain All had b'cam'th sweet and fragr'nt Oh how we lark'd in jest And upon thy handsome noble steed Thou had whisk'd me afar Unto the darkest for'st of which thou knew'th well And mine h'art wast set ablaze Writt'n by Princess Natasha of Kanishire