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Edited on Sun Jun-06-04 02:39 AM by kgfnally
Here is the first draft of a song I'm trying to write. Tell me what you think:
THE BROADLEAF CLEARING MASSACRE
One day in the summer of 1841, a Group of young men gathered in the hot afternoon sun. They met there to win themselves the girls of their dreams, but Who knew by the end of the day they would hear their comrades' screams?
Some wanted a test of strength, some wanted a race; Timid ones among them thought how they might save some face. Voices became heated and some harsh words were exchanged, then Suddenly a shot rang out and the situation changed.
Well,
Frederick collapsed, and Jacob rolled, Fourteen lives were lost that day, or that's what I am told. Blood in the clearing, what a terrible waste! All for the sake of a beautiful face.
The ladies were a-shakin', the wounded men moaned. Fourteen bodies on the grass, their lives so cheaply blown. Murder in the clearing, what a terrible waste! And That's why people tend to stay away from this place.
More than a hundred and sixty years passed; Now you finally know the whole story at last. It's Been a long time, but the trees still don't grow in the Clearing where the blood once flowed.
Well,
Frederick collapsed, and Jacob rolled, Fourteen lives were lost that day, or that's what I am told. Blood in the clearing, what a terrible waste! All for the sake of a beautiful face.
All for the sake of a beautiful face!
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