Video Killed The Radio Star (Bardcore - Medieval Parody Cover) Originally by the Buggles

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Lyrics
I heard thy voice through the guild minstrels back in '52,
Lying awake, intent on harkening unto thee.
Though I was but a youth, it hindered not thy melodies from reaching me.

They claimed the glory for thine second symphony,
Transcribed anew by scribes with innovative quill and ink,
And now I comprehend the celestial sphere’s grand spectacle.

I encountered thy progeny,
What hast thou imparted unto them?

The printing press hath doomed the town crier,
The printing press hath doomed the town crier.

In my thoughts and in my carriage,
We cannot reverse, we've strayed too far.

And now we gather in a deserted scriptorium,
Thou hearest the recitations, and they seem from yon ages past,
And thou recallest the tunes as they were wont to flow,

Thou wert the premiere,
Thou wert the ultimate.

The printing press hath doomed the town crier,
The printing press hath doomed the town crier.

It dwells in my mind and in my carriage,
We cannot reverse, we've strayed too far,
Too far indeed!

So be it,

The printing press hath doomed the town crier,
The printing press hath doomed the town crier.

It dwells in my mind and in my carriage,
We cannot reverse, we've strayed too far.
Portraits arrived and shattered thy heart,
Thus lay all the blame upon the parchment press.

Thou art the crier,
Thou art the crier,

The printing press hath doomed the town crier,
The printing press hath doomed the town crier,

The printing press hath verily doomed that town crier.
Yea, verily it hath.