Taylor Swift - The Lakes | Epic Orchestra

Ever wondered what Taylor Swift The Lakes would sound like played by an epic orchestra?
Well the Epic Orchestra has arranged The Lakes by Taylor Swift into what hopefully can be described as Epic Music!

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🚨All music is created by myself (Louie Ashley) using Logic Pro X, with orchestra software called East West, Spitfire Audio and Kontact.
The video is created using stock video in Final Cut Pro X.
At no point is AI used to create the music or video, the only thing being made with AI is the thumbnail photo, before being put into Photoshop to be further edited.

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🎤 Lyrics 🎤

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me?
I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones
These hunters with cell phones

Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse

What should be over burrowed under my skin
In heart-stopping waves of hurt
I've come too far to watch some namedropping sleaze
Tell me what are my words worth

Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse

I want auroras and sad prose
I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet
'Cause I haven't moved in years
And I want you right here
A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground
With no one around to tweet it
While I bathe in cliffside pools
With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

Take me to the Lakes where all the poets went to die
I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you
Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry
I'm setting off, but not without my muse
No, not without you
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