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Round 6, Week 7

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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1.
Oh tower, oh tower We're coming in way too fast This fear that we're feeling, it's going to be our last Oh tower, oh tower Now why didn't you come through If we just had your information now what else could we do Wind shear thunderstorm Frequency misinform Falling fast to the ground Devastation all around 37 bodies, were laid down in the rain The tower, the storm, the radio Now who is to blame
2.
(the corpse of Tommy Dean Welch sings to Pazuzu) my feet are deathly cold from shallow graves we watched it all unfold Oh what a monster you grew to be cut them to pieces 123 Oh what a wicked child you have become we were your sacrificial lambs held in close quarters with your hands you were the dirtiest of souls long before your story would be told oh what a wicked child you have become (Amber Nicole sings to Pazuzu) Club them kill them shoot them in the head and send them downwards downward so they can't be found until he hides us loves us feasts upon their blood until the day that he will come once again (the corpse of Tommy Dean Welch continues) With bullets lodged within my brain I'll never see this life again now i lay in this shallow hole one day the devil will take your soul Oh what a wicked child you have become
3.
My life has changed a lot Since that Tuesday morning Used to work at night And sleep until 10 The phones were ringing all at once Gave us little warning Neighbor shouting down at me Have you seen the news yet? A day that changed the world Land of the free Too much quiet not enough peace Stranded out in Brooklyn Where else would we go? Second street was normal Fast and slow Calls came in from everywhere Are you ok? we worried, ate, listened and watched the news man say A day that changed the world What do you see Smoke blew in our windows For days and into weeks The smell was toxic horrible Believe me Eventually the trains ran We ventured back to work City on high and low alert Beating of the war drums anger, loss, Pride, The city came together on those weeks and months We cheered a firefighter in a restaurant We held our heads high New Yorkers never die Same for Americans Fourteen years later tell me what do you believe? I'm a father now. What will I tell them About that day? How to explain the hate? Love? How to share and teach so that maybe Just one day maybe We can stop this kind of senseless rage
4.
I I remember driving the flanks of the black Mustang frothed, illuminated, and taut rippled with the night-sweat in the cold summer moonlight we ran from the coastline cross the uncut corn 6 feet tall and still alive had the call been made? pausing to drink our fill the flanks of the white Mustang we washed them to a shine and yet pale impression of the prize Italian steed to come promised for my services we listened to the static on the radio they said I said there was no radio but I remember singing "Daydream Believer" they're saying what I said before I could never pass that door never could have caused the pain but it was only hearsay they're saying what I said was true that I was only there for you I could only drive away but it was only hearsay II was I ever in that room? they say I said I stayed my post but I can see the bloody knife and I can see the blank stares you'd think the scream's the thing or the terror in the eyes what stays with me, it it seems the emptiness that comes before the clock gets stuck the moment spirit flies they're saying what I said before I could never pass that door never could have caused the pain but it was only hearsay they're saying what I said was true that I was only there for you I could only drive away but it was only hearsay III there are no hills to be found anywhere on Hillsborough Street but I remember space below stories told to play a role did we move in dreams? glimpses of the legends told did we swim upstream can't remember anything the sins of the father the bastard had it coming they're saying what I said before I could never pass that door never could have caused the pain but it was only hearsay they're saying what I said was true that I was only there for you I could only drive away but it was only hearsay
5.
Killing On Rockford Road Livin back with momma cause some larceny Try to get ahead but world's against me yeah the world's against me Junior's got it all, a wife and child Air Force Captain - just gets me riled, yeah, to see that smug smile Rare day of fishing with the family, 'cept they ain't from the same damn tree, no, rather go drinking Jack and coke in a haze of smoke Money from the drawer and I ain't broke tonight, nah feelin about right Fast was the killing on Rockford Road Fast was the killing Fast was the killing on Rockford Road Fast was the killing, fast was the killing Just past twelve, they were going to bed, but momma and her husband yelling, splittin my head, I'm seeing red Pistol from the camper, loaded with lead, Three shots to the back now my Momma's dead, come get some step-dad Junior makes the call to 911, stops to take my gun then he's back on the phone, but I've got another one Anger on the trigger fires a round His daddy jumps in front, knocks him to the ground, he'll never make another sound Fast was the killing on Rockford Road Fast was the killing Fast was the killing on Rockford Road Fast was the killing, fast was the killing Junior got a hold of that shotgun, held it to my head till the sheriff come, oh, what have I done? Whiskey wore off before I was in cuffs, junior wouldn't kill me though I pleaded enough, yeah, he wouldn't call my bluff Sentenced me to die in a Raleigh chair, fifteen years to think back to there, all I could say was “I am so sorry” Fast was the killing on Rockford Road Fast was the killing Fast was the killing on Rockford Road Fast was the killing, fast was the killing

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From Sir Mitchell:

"PEOPLE TAKE WARNING!
Forgive my wordiness, I'm being thorough as to make this challenge clear.
I think that it's often beneficial, if not necessary, to do a good bit of research when writing about different subjects and acquainting you with that concept is point of this exercise.
The Disaster/ Tragedy song is one of my favorite types of songs. It's a forgotten genre that has all but gone extinct, but this week, we're gonna try our hands at its resurrection. So what exactly is a Disaster/ Tragedy song? It's a song about a real disaster/ tragedy (obviously), but it's more than that. It's a way of spreading the news of the disaster/ tragedy, a way of paying homage to its victims and it's a remembrance of historical record. The Disaster/ Tragedy song takes many forms. Here are some examples:
The Murder ballad (Tom Dooley, Poor Ellen Smith, Sufjan Stevens' John Wayne Gacy ect.)
The Natural disaster (songs about hurricanes, floods, and so on)
Accidental disasters (the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald, Billow of Fire - about the Chicago fire, hundreds of songs about train wrecks, dozens of songs about the sinking of the Titanic, etc.)
An offshoot of this genre that I will accept is, the Miscarriages of Justice song, so long as it actually involves our justice system acting unfairly. For example, a song about a man who was executed or imprisoned for a murder who was later revealed with near certainly to be an innocent man and the victim of a wrongful conviction is an excellent choice. Bob Dylan's "Hurricane" is a good example of this. A song about a gay couple not being able to buy a wedding cake would probably not be a good choice, because as unjust as you may find that to be, no one was imprisoned or murdered over it. However, a song about a gay couple beaten to death because they were gay would be a fine choice.
A song about all the police brutality currently in the news is murky waters. Ferguson, for example, would be tricky because the actual facts of what happened are hard to ascertain. That guy that got shot and killed by a cop in South Carolina recently, however would be an excellent choice though.
But, you probably won't have to worry about tackling any of those complex stories, because I want a song a about a disaster/ tragedy the took place in your life time in the area you were living when it took place. So, unless you were on the ground watching Hindenburg or in New York at the time of the terrorist attacks, no songs about the doomed ship or 9/11.
Don't try and get too clever either. I don't want any songs about how it was a tragedy that some girl you fancied in high school didn't return your affections. Now, if the girl you fancied in high school had a sudden brain aneurism and died on the football field when she was cheering at the big Homecoming game, that would be a good 'un. Sudden and (even better still) accidental untimely death is the foundation upon which the Disaster/ Tragedy song is built. I'm not saying the someone has to die, but if no one in your song died, you probably did it wrong.
I want a true story and I want the facts, although I encourage you to sensationalize and even BEND the facts if necessary. Any style is acceptable. You can take any stand on the issue that you see fit, you can use any sort of narrative you like and use any point of view within that narrative: the villain, the victim, the oppressor, the omniscient narrator, even the disaster itself (you are the flood!).
Got it?"

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released May 11, 2015

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