https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/watch?v=TeFiIjMIlRw
Verily, I am flabbergasted by the response these days of late. Over one hundred thousand souls? Thank ye, from the bottom of my heart.
I now present a morose tune that perhaps we all can relate to. Some of us float like a feather, but at some point or other, we all feel like the creep in the corner. Poor fellow.
The art is a combination of a manuscript margin ornament (I’m sorry, I can’t recall where from), and the little weirdo is a detail from “The Rutland Psalter”.
Listen on Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/hildegard_von_blingin/creep-medieval-style-with-vocals
Lyrics:
When thou wert here before
I could not look thee in the eye
Thou art like an angel
Thy skin makes me cry
Thou float’st like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
Thou’rt so very special
But I am a creep
I am a weirdo
What in hell am I doing here?
I do not belong here
I care not if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want thee to notice
When I am gone
Thou’rt so very special
I wish I was special
But I am a creep
I am a weirdo
What in hell am I doing here?
I do not belong here
She runneth out the door
She runneth out
She run, run, run, run, run
Whatever makes thee happy
Whatever thou want’st
Thou’rt so very special
I wish I was special
But I am a creep
I am a weirdo
What in hell am I doing here?
I do not belong here
I do not belong here