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Birds of a Feather (Patreon)

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Hello dear patrons! The leaves are falling, the weather is turning moody, and I find myself listening to the soundtrack from "Over the Garden Wall" more. Happy belated Autumn Equinox!

This will be going live on Youtube this week, but you guys get first look as always. Billie Eilish is a tricky one to give the Bardcore treatment because her style is so distinctly contemporary, but I persevered through this one. I'll take any excuse to add a bunch of harp glissandos and dulcimer sparkles to a song. Music aside, I stumbled onto a pretty incredible painter when searching for the art. Check out Albert de Vriendt if you haven't before, because his work is really gorgeous. I took some liberties changing her face, of course.

Thank you as always, and see you in October!

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Birds of a Feather - Billie Eilish (Bardcore | Medieval Style Cover)

▶ Spotify (This song won't be up for a little bit, but you can find my other work here): https://open.spotify.com/artist/5BSPl6yCVGvrCyKUp2peGM?si=PmWd2VOSRiasV1Ir1-63rw ▶ Consider supporting the channel on Patreon: https://patreon.com/hildegardvonblingin I feel like a Billie Eilish cover has been long overdue, but I’ve struggled to interpret her songs in the past. This one was a challenge too, but I tried to lean into the fairytale/Disney vibes. It could even belong in an animated Barbie movie from the early 2000s. I hope you enjoy this silly and whimsical interpretation, thank you for listening! The Art: The image is Maria van Bourgondië by Albert de Vriendt, but I’ve re-painted the face to look like Billie. The Lyrics: I want thee to stay Till I am in the grave Until I rot away, dead and buried Lying in the casket thou dost carry If thou goest, I go too ‘Tis thee, I always knew If I am turning blue, do not save me No one but my true love shall wake me Birds of a feather, we should flock together, I know I said I’d never think I was not better alone Capricious weather, might not be forever But if it is forever, ‘tis all the better I know not what I am crying for I think I could not love thee more It might be brief, but lambkin I I shall love thee till the day that I die Till the day that I die Till the see runneth dry Till the day that I die Couldst thou but only see Thyself as I see thee Thou wouldst learn to trust thy reflection ‘Tis the very soul of perfection But thou’rt modest to a fault Thee whom I exalt ‘Tis better to be ardent than prudish Thou sayest “let it end” Be not foolish I know not what I am crying for I think I could not love thee more It might be brief, but lambkin I I cannot say goodbye Birds of a feather, we should flock together, I know I said I’d never think I was not better alone Capricious weather, might not be forever But if it is forever, ‘tis all the better I knew thee in another life Thou hadst that same look in thine eyes I love thee, act not so surprised