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You didn't have to burn me off. Tie me to the stake and light me on fire. And I don't need God's love You treat me like a heathen and that feels so rough No, you didn't have to stoop so low Have the inquisitors burn my books and kill my newt I guess I don't need that though Now I'm just some witch who used to curse
Lyrics:Now and then Methinks of when we were together like when thou quoth thou felt so fortunate thou could die told myself that thou were right for me yet felt so lonely 'i thy company yet that was love and 'tis an ache i still remember thou get addicted to a certain kind of sadness like resignation to the end, aye the end so when we found that we could not compose sense well thou quoth that we would still be friends yet I shall admit that i was glad 'twere over yet thou didn't hast to cut me off compose out like it ne'r befell and that we were nought and i do not e'en want thy love yet thou treat me as a stranger and that feels so rough no, thou didn't hast to stoop so low hast thy friends collect thy records and then change thy marking i guess that i do want not that though now thou art just somebody that i wont wot now thou art just somebody that i wont wot now thou art just somebody that i wont wot now and then Methinks of all the times thou screwed me over yet had me believing 'twere aye something that i'd done yet i do not{{p}} desire live that way reading into every word thou say thou quoth that thou could let it hie and i wouldn't catch thou hung up on somebody that thou wont wot yet thou didn't hast to cut me off compose out like it ne'r befell and that we were nought and i do not{{p}} e'en want{{verb}} thy love yet thou treat me as a stranger and that feels so rough no, thou didn't hast to stoop so low hast thy friends collect thy records and then change thy marking i guess that i do want not that though now thou art just somebody that i wont wot somebody (i wont wot) (somebody) now thou art just somebody that i wont wot somebody (i wont wot) (somebody) now thou art just somebody that i wont wot i wont wot, that i wont wot, i wont wot somebody Edit:thank you so much for the feedback
Whenst thy Pontiff forbade ye from divorcing thy slovenly sow of a wyfe to marry a comely wench, so ye beginst a religion anew and claimeth thyself chosen by Jove...
For the unlearned such as myself: www.history.com/this-day-in-history/pope-clement-vii-forbids-king-henry-viii-from-remarrying#:~:text=Pope%20Clement%20VII%20forbids%20King%20Henry%20VIII%20from%20remarrying,remarry%20under%20penalty%20of%20excommunication.&text=Henry%20was%20also%20by%20all%20accounts%20a%20fairly%20devout%20Catholic.
This is the absolute best rabbit hole I’ve stumbled down on the internet so far! Thank you for making one of my favorite songs mystically Medieval! My fantasy loving spirit’s buzzing rn!
It happens all of the time. One person has a brilliant concept and then a dozen copycat channels emerge out of nowhere. Same thing happened to Tronicbox with his 80s remixes of songs.
It's easy to do and people are cashing in on it: 1.Download synthesia file for a song 2.Open it up in FL studio 3.Change the instrument assignments to medieval ones 4.Post on youtube 5.Profit from ad revenue
Of a time I ponder lengths 'pun our union T'was declar'd ye felt so happy ye'd ascend Mine belief you were a true leman Yet solitude possess'd mine soul T'was loveth of greatness it should wound me Ye soul might long for a cert'n melancholy As t'is in the last, it be the last Thus when our union had confounded all Thee say'th that we might still confide T'is small relief, to see our courtship ended But ye hath nay cause to sever I Make pretence t'was fiction, our union t'was naught Your loveth is nay need of mine Yet the loss of recollection doth wound me so Nay, ye hath nay cause to stoop so low Hath thy kin collect thine harp and strike thine banners S'pose now t'is nay need of mine Ye hath become somebody whom I us'd to know Ye hath become somebody whom I us'd to know Ye hath become somebody whom I us'd to know Of a time I ponder lengths 'pon thine falsehoods Thy words made claim t'was a fault all of mine own T'is no way my life might go Studying thine every word Ye say'th that we might be apart That ye'd n'er be seen founder'd 'pon somebody that ye us'd to know But ye hath nay cause to sever I Make pretence t'was fiction, our union t'was naught Your loveth is nay need of mine Yet the loss of recollection doth wound me so Nay, ye hath nay cause to stoop so low Hath thy kin collect thine harp and strike thine banners S'pose now t'is nay need of mine Ye hath become somebody whom I us'd to know Ye hath become somebody whom I us'd to know Ye hath become somebody whom I us'd to know
Coming out of mine cage and i has't been doing just fine did get to be damn'd because i want 't all 't did start with a kiss how didst 't end up like this? twas only a kiss, twas only a kiss Anon i'm falling asleep my lady's dismounting a steed while that gent's having some ale and the lady's drinking some mead anon they're going to bed and mine stomach is sick and tis all in mine head but the lady's touching his chest anon he doth take off h'r dresseth anon leave me be and i just can't behold, tis killing me and taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea swimming through sick lullabies choking on thy alibis but tis just the price i pay destiny is calling me open up mine own eager eyes for i am Sir Brightside Coming out of mine cage and i has't been doing just fine did get to be damn'd because i want 't all 't did start with a kiss how didst 't end up like this? twas only a kiss, twas only a kiss Anon i'm falling asleep my lady's dismounting a steed while that gent's having some ale and the lady's drinking some mead anon they're going to bed and mine stomach is sick and tis all in mine head but the lady's touching his chest anon he doth take off h'r dresseth anon leave me be for i just can't behold, tis killing me and taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea swimming through sick lullabies choking on thy alibis but tis just the price i pay destiny is calling me open up mine own eager eyes for i am Sir Brightside I nev'r I nev'r I nev'r I nev'r
Often i bethink of when we w're togeth'r Like at which hour thou claim'd thou could perish Told myself thou wast right for me Yet hath felt lonely in thy company Yet such wast love and tis an ache I still remember Thou can get addict'd to a c'rtain kind of sorrow Liketh resignation to the end, aye the end At which hour we found we made not sense Well ye claimed that we wouldst beest friends Yet I admiteth I 'was joyous it was ov'r But thou hath need not to cut me off Maketh like 't hath not happened and that we w're nothing And i doth not need thy love But thou treateth me a peasant and that feels quite rough Nay thou hath need not to stoop so low Has't thy friends retrieve thy rec'rds and then change thy numb'r I suppose I doth not need that though Now thou art somebody that i used to know Now thou art somebody that i used to know Now thou art somebody that i used to know Often i bethink the times thou did screw me ov'r Yet hadst me believing 't wast always something that i'd done But i don't wish to liveth that way Reading into ev'ry w'rd thou say Thou claimed that ye couldst let it go And i wouldst not find thou hung up on somebody that ye used to know But thou hath need not to cut me off Maketh like 't hath not happened and that we w're nothing And i doth not need thy love But thou treateth me a peasant and that feels quite rough Nay thou hath need not to stoop so low Has't thy friends retrieve thy rec'rds and then change thy numb'r I suppose I doth not need that though Now thou art somebody that I used to know Somebody (I used to know) (Somebody) Now thou art somebody that I used to know Now thou art somebody that I used to know I used to know, that I used to know, I used to know Somebody
Dear Lord Marcus Aurelius It has been a week or so that I have been viewing your medieval renditions and I have not introdiced myself as of yet.. . Sir Ordicus at your service my lord. I come forth with peace and friendship. Beautiful renditions your have here 🌹
BIG CHUB is sitting in front of my mirror just gazing at my manimalistic good looks while this is playing in the background. BIG CHUB has subscribed. I plan on incorporating this music into my daily mirror sessions of self admiration and some sexy time with my inflatable snowman.
Ever since Cornelius uploaded a medieval version of Astronomia and pumped up kids, we've been getting music like this for awhile now. Thank You Cornelius, you've given birth to a new genre.
Alberich: "Mast'r Anselm, I am afraid I bear thou bad tidings about thy student Abelard." Anselm of Laon: "Oh? On God? Brother Alberich, Abelard is mine prodigy. What hath fortune wrought unto him? What tidings dost thou bring?" Alberich: "He hath been charged with the hesery of Sabellius." Anselm: