Medieval Projects
A dark, ornate jazz intro transitions into a folk-inspired ballad with sprightly acoustic guitar, lute, and lively hand percussion leading a light, animated melody. Playful woodwinds and fiddle bring whimsy to the verses, while massed group vocals, foot taps, and comic energy swell in the chorus. The bridge features harp soloing over gentle humming as bursts of mason chatter and rhythmic stonework add bustling, humorous color. The outro strips back to guitar and lute, closing on a winking, unresolved chord.
Medieval Projects
A dark, ornate jazz intro transitions into a folk-inspired ballad with sprightly acoustic guitar, lute, and lively hand percussion leading a light, animated melody. Playful woodwinds and fiddle bring whimsy to the verses, while massed group vocals, foot taps, and comic energy swell in the chorus. The bridge features harp soloing over gentle humming as bursts of mason chatter and rhythmic stonework add bustling, humorous color. The outro strips back to guitar and lute, closing on a winking, unresolved chord.
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
From parchment scrolls, with ink so grand,
A vision born, across the land.
A **castle on the hilltop**, stark and high,
Overlooking the **harbor**, where ships sail by.
The King, he decreed, with a thundering plea,
"Build me a fortress for all eyes to see!"
Was it for **defense**, against foes from afar?
Or **hubris**, a monument, like a shining star?
Perhaps the **ladies** loved the **glorious vistas** wide,
Or the King loved seeing enemies from the tide.
(Chorus)
Oh, the **Project Manager**, with burdens untold,
A medieval hero, brave and bold.
Whose job was it to cut the **first stone** so true?
Or decide how the **throne room** would shine, rich and new?
A thankless career, 'neath the sun and the moon,
Building a kingdom, arriving too soon.
(Verse 2)
He surveyed the land, with a furrowed brow,
Measuring mountains, just wondering how.
To haul the great timber, the stone, and the might,
To that treacherous summit, both day and through night.
The masons complained, the carpenters sighed,
"More blueprints, good sir, where shall these abide?"
He balanced the budget, in coin and in grain,
Praying for sunshine, avoiding the rain.
(Chorus)
Oh, the **Project Manager**, with burdens untold,
A medieval hero, brave and bold.
Whose job was it to cut the **first stone** so true?
Or decide how the **throne room** would shine, rich and new?
A thankless career, 'neath the sun and the moon,
Building a kingdom, arriving too soon.
(Bridge)
He settled disputes, with a weary heart,
Between archers and engineers, playing their part.
"The arrow slits wider! The walls must be tall!"
"But the cost, sire, the cost, we'll lose money and all!"
He envisioned the drawbridge, the turrets so grand,
The dungeons below, with a firm, steady hand.
No glory for him, when the trumpet would call,
Just the silent relief, that the castle stood tall.
(Chorus)
Oh, the **Project Manager**, with burdens untold,
A medieval hero, brave and bold.
Whose job was it to cut the **first stone** so true?
Or decide how the **throne room** would shine, rich and new?
A thankless career, 'neath the sun and the moon,
Building a kingdom, arriving too soon.
(Outro)
So next time you gaze on a stronghold of old,
Remember the stories, rarely told.
Of the unsung hero, who planned and who strove,
The **Project Manager**, driven by love.
For a castle on high, for a king and his dream,
A thankless career, it would certainly seem.