Losing My Religion - R.E.M. (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover)

▶ Spotify: This song won't be up for a bit, but you can find my other work here: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5BSPl6yCVGvrCyKUp2peGM?si=-wN_kEwkR3SlH7yuN3bXXQ ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon, where I share all my instrumentals: https://patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin Dear viewers, it has been a long time! I've spent the last year toiling away at my day job (which is a good thing in this techno-feudalist economy), but I've missed sharing music with you all here. I restructured my hours enough to work on songs once a week, so I have more where this came from. I think it is worth mentioning that I, a human, made this music. It is entirely recorded my me on a mixture of real and sampled instruments, and the art is either sourced from public domain images, or illustrated by me. Thank you all for supporting human art and music. The Art: The Fallen Angel (French: L'Ange déchu) by the French artist Alexandre Cabanel, 1847. (Can you believe he was only 24 when he painted this?) The Lyrics: Oh, life is larger Larger than thee, and thou art not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in thine eyes Now I have said too much I set it forth 'Tis I in the corner 'Tis I in the firelight, losing my religion Trying to keep pace with thee And I know not if I can do it Now I have said too much I have not said enough I thought that I heard thee laughing I thought that I heard thee sing I think I thought I saw thee try Every whisper, of every waking hour I am choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on thee Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool Now I have said too much I set it forth Consider this, consider this The hint of the century Consider this, the slip That brought me to my knees, failed What if all these fantasies come flailing around? Now I have said too much I thought that I heard thee laughing I thought that I heard thee sing I think I thought I saw thee try That was but a dream That was but a dream That's me in the corner 'Tis I in the corner 'Tis I in the firelight, losing my religion Trying to keep pace with thee And I know not if I can do it Now I have said too much I have not said enough I thought that I heard thee laughing I thought that I heard thee sing I think I thought I saw thee try