His conscience was a searing
that lit the Kansas plains
the sweat of slaves, it would confound
the South's ill-gotten gains.
He led a band of ragtag men
from servi tude and slumber
and offered them their calling
in plumes of smoke and thunder
Old Man Brown, Old Man Brown
Old Man Brown, Old Man Brown
as he swayed above the ground,
the weight of shackles all around,
no one could turn their eyes away
til they cut him down
Old Man Brown
A prophet's message is reviled
until death stills his voice
It's safer then to champion
his grim and lonely choice.
A seer or a madman
the history books now weigh
but all agree he was the spark
that lit the Judgment Day.
Old Man Brown, Old Man Brown
Old Man Brown, Old Man Brown
as he swayed above the ground,
the weight of shackles all around,
no one could turn their eyes away
til they cut him down
Old Man Brown
higher callings always seem to bring the good men down.
For Brown it was a rope hangin' there in Charles Town
But as he swayed above the ground,
the wail of shackles all around,
no one turned their eyes away
til they cut him down
Old Man Brown
that lit the Kansas plains
the sweat of slaves, it would confound
the South's ill-gotten gains.
He led a band of ragtag men
from servi tude and slumber
and offered them their calling
in plumes of smoke and thunder
Old Man Brown, Old Man Brown
Old Man Brown, Old Man Brown
as he swayed above the ground,
the weight of shackles all around,
no one could turn their eyes away
til they cut him down
Old Man Brown
A prophet's message is reviled
until death stills his voice
It's safer then to champion
his grim and lonely choice.
A seer or a madman
the history books now weigh
but all agree he was the spark
that lit the Judgment Day.
Old Man Brown, Old Man Brown
Old Man Brown, Old Man Brown
as he swayed above the ground,
the weight of shackles all around,
no one could turn their eyes away
til they cut him down
Old Man Brown
higher callings always seem to bring the good men down.
For Brown it was a rope hangin' there in Charles Town
But as he swayed above the ground,
the wail of shackles all around,
no one turned their eyes away
til they cut him down
Old Man Brown
envoyé par Dq82 - 6/12/2024 - 17:27
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Chapter Of Night
Chapter Of Night is a retrospective of the "Great Divide" known as The Civil War which took place in America between April 12, 1861 and April 14, 1865.
The War pitted the Northern Industrial society with its crowded immigrant poulations stretching the boundaries westward into new territories and the static Southern Aggrarian life of Plantations and slave labour. It became clear that the anathema of Slavery could not continue.
Two worlds colliding with a winner take all outcome.
The South had 18,000 factories to the North's 100,000. The population of The South was 10 million, 3 million which were slaves.
This CD does not villify the vanquished nor praise the victor. It merely tells stories of the struggles and courage of this most terrible tragedy.
It brings into sharp focus the need for critical thinking in order to avoid history's mistakes and prevent the repeat of such a catastrophy.
John Brown was an abolitionist who gained his reputation in "Bleeding Kansas" where he killed 5 pro-slavery men. He then led a raid on Harper's Ferry in 1859 where he was captured and hung. His death sparked The Civil War.