Somebody That I Used To Know (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover with Vocals)

▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: “Somebody That I Used to Know” by Gotye Arranged and Performed by Hildegard von Blingin, featuring Friar Funk Well met, strangers, and ever so glad to see you, old friends! Here’s a banger from 8 years ago, but like you’ve never heard it before. I’m trying my very best to put out a song once a week while your interest in Bardcore continues, and will continue to do so for as long as I can. Your support sustains me, I really mean that. I’m slowly making some moves towards getting this music on Spotify, so hang tight on that front. I’m also hoping to get some instrumental versions up for use as karaoke tracks or background music for gaming. The art used is a modified image from the Tacuinum Sanitatis. Lyrics: Now and then I think of when we were together Eros surely hit the apple of mine eye I believed thou wert right for me, but felt so lonely in thy company But that was love and ‘tis an ache I still remember One becomes enamoured with a certain kind of sadness This resignation to the end, ever the end When we found we could not make amends Thou declared we would e’er be friends But I concede that I was fain to be parted Was there cause to cast me off? Act as though it never happened and that we were nothing In sooth I do need thy love But thou makest me a stranger and that feels so rough Hadst thou need to stoop so low? To send a wagon for thy minstrel and refuse my letters I need no longer write them, though Now thou art somebody whom I used to know I lament the many times that thou impugn’d my honour But maintained it was ever something I had done No more shall I live that way Uncertain what thy words bewray Thou said that if I were to go I would not find thee pining for somebody whom thou used to know Was there cause to cast me off? Act as if it never happened and that we were nothing I do not even need thy love But thou makest me stranger and that feels so rough Hadst thou need to stoop so low To send a wagon for thy minstrel and refuse my letters I need no longer write them, though For now thou art somebody whom I used to know Now thou art somebody whom I used to know