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Posted Sep 1, 2015, 10:50 PM
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I ♣ Baby Seals
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Join Date: Jul 2012
Location: Sin Jaaawnz, Newf'nland
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For his drive home from St. John's to Calgary, Ayreonaut bought a few Newfoundland albums - including two by The Once, my favourite band.
This was his favourite of their songs. I think it's literally the only Newfoundland song he raved about and loved in all five years he was here. 
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I assume the song is inspired by Catherine Snow. There are lots with this sort of theme that sprung up after her death.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_Mandeville_Snow
Wikipedia article doesn't mention it but she was Catholic, jury was Anglican. Very nearly came to blows in St. John's - the Brits had their army ready just in case.
I love the lyrics of this one. The Once has a lot of really... beautiful, local lyrics. They are folk, but not in the sentimental sense. Their songs are more experience than repetition of history and community.
Francis of Assisi said, "Lord, I'm in distress!"
"I've preached about your mercy, but your children couldn't care less!"
"They take your laws, and break your laws, and use them to their gain!"
Well, it's been 600 years and nothing has been changed
I was a girl who loved her father, until he left us for the sea
And caring for my mother and my brothers fell to me
I took my hair down, pulled my skirt up, until I met a merchant's son
But the rich just saw a wretch who slept her way out of the slum
So can you finish up your glass, and I'll buy you another one
I'll satisfy your thirst, because I need a dark deed done
His father is the devil, and his mother, Satan's wife
They had dinner with the colonel and served a deal to ruin my life
To recruit both of my brothers, who were never fit to fight
And they sent those simple boys off to be slaughtered on the lines
And with their bodies still warm on the fields, our home was sent decree:
That with no men now in our house, we forfeit property
And I begged and begged my husband, but his ears were deaf to me
So I saw my grieving ma be turned out on the streets
So can you finish up your glass, and I'll buy you another one
I'll satisfy your thirst, because I need a dark deed done
See, when I walked my wedding aisle, their smiles told me what was to come
And if I wind up in a cell with the gallows freshly hung
I beg you, please Lord, don't forgive them, for they know just what they've done
But save some of your mercy Lord, I plead, for they have made a murderer of me
No, Sir, you cannot know my name, there's no fortune in my fame
There should be no memory of what I became, and when my judgement comes, I will agree
But let me die in anonymity
But if you want my body, or my money, I'll provide
Whatever your will's wanting to secure you're on my side
They took all that was dear to me, now I, without remorse
Will take their only son, who comes here to declare divorce
And now the time for crime approaches, give me your word now
That the fury of your forces find his bastard brow
That his carriage and his horses haul a corpse across town
To his parents ,who will weep over his crushed in crown
I can hear the hooves arriving, turn your eyes around
For that's him who's walking in, so let it all fall down
Dearest Lord, may I implore your mercy when I reach your gate
I know I chose a mortal sin that may have sealed my fate
But the poor can find no justice, and it fills our hearts with hate
Am I damned for all eternity? For I let them make a murderer of me
No, Sir, you cannot know my name, there's no fortune in my fame
There should be no memory of what I became, and when my judgement comes, I will agree
But let me die in anonymity
One, two, three, can we play the game
Of the murderess who had no name
Lucifer was waiting, but Saint Francis came
And said her name is nowhere on your deeds
So now she'll come to Heaven with me
One, two, three, can we play the game
Of the murderess who had no name
Lucifer was waiting, but Saint Francis came
And said her name is nowhere on your deeds
So now she'll come to Heaven with me
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Note to self: "The plural of anecdote is not evidence."
Last edited by SignalHillHiker; Sep 1, 2015 at 11:39 PM.
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