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In the Style of Eva Cassidy
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PART I For some people, it may be hard to pinpoint that exact moment in time when a choice was made... even a life altering one. For me however, that moment is as clear in my mind as if I were staring it in the eye today. Several years ago, when I was a young teenage girl, my mother became very ill and during one the many nights I spent at her bedside, she told me of our journey from our homeland of Norway to the shores of America at the turn of the twentieth century. Mostly she spoke of her dreams for a better life in America, and how hard she had worked to give us that life. But, it was the tale of our journey across the sea that would change my life forever and embark me upon the path that I follow today. I knew that my father had died when I was a child, but my mother never spoke of how it happened until that moment. You see, it wasn’t just my father, my mother and I that made that long journey to America... we were also accompanied by a baby girl named Adelaide... a little sister that I didn't even realize existed until my mother shared her story. On that fateful trip, our sea vessel was boarded by a small band of pirates led by a Captain named Bartholomew. Knowing what was about to happen, my parents hid me and my sister in a small chest in our cabin before they hid themselves in a wardrobe at the other end of the cabin. It wasn’t long before Captain Bartholomew barreled into our cabin and started searching for valuables. My father, fearing that the pirate would find me and my sister, started to open the wardrobe door to divert attention from where we were... but just as Bartholomew started to turn in his direction, my sister let out a small cry. The Captain threw open the lid of the chest and snatched her out. My father lunged at him and my mother screamed. My father, being unarmed, was killed with one swipe of the Captain's sword. After Bartholomew killed my father, he ran out the door of the cabin with my sister still in his arms as my mother screamed and chased after him. Captain Bartholomew and his crew fled back onto their ship and sailed off as the surviving crew members of our ship restrained my mother and kept her from following the pirates aboard their ship. After the raid, and despite the devastation that had just occurred, we continued to sail on to America. By the time we arrived, my mother had resigned herself to the fact that my sister had most likely been killed and thrown into the sea. She focused all of the energy she had left on becoming a seamstress and making a decent life for the two of us here in New York... working herself weary every day in the process. As my mother finished her story, she drew in a deep breath, and with the little strength she had left, she sang me this American Tune. Two days later I laid my mother’s weary bones to rest. Three days later, with the help of some local hooligan friends, and a stack of coins that my mother had managed to save up over the years, I made off with a ship full of exports set to sail that evening for Europe... as you may have guessed, that ship never made it to Europe... she has been christened the SS Helene after my mother. I’ve since shed my birth name of Elise and am now known as Fruen Havet Jeger (pronounced FROO-en HAH-vet YAY-gair), which means lady sea hunter in my native tongue. My ruffians and I have become quite gifted with our swords and ship looting skills over these past 8 years and have become known as one of the deadliest pirate gangs in the Caribbean seas... but I have never lost sight of my ultimate goal... I will not rest until I find Captain Bartholomew and put a sword through his heart just as he did to my father, most likely my baby sister, and emotionally to my mother. Lead Vocal Layer http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/cba120dcc Harmony Layer http://www.singsnap.com/karaoke/r/c081c7c5c
<a href="http://s1059.beta.photobucket.com/user/jackalson1/media/PSWMfinalround_zps79113062.gif.html" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1059.photobucket.com/albums/t434/jackalson1/PSWMfinalround_zps79113062.gif" border="0" alt="final round photo PSWMfinalround_zps79113062.gif"/></a> Correct Lyrics (written by Paul Simon)... Many's the time I've been mistaken, and many times confused Yes and I've often felt forsaken, and certainly misused. But I'm all right, I'm all right, I'm just weary to my bones Still, you don't expect to be bright and Bon Vivant So far away from home, so far away from home. I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered Or driven to it's knees. Oh but it's all right, it's all right, For we've lived so well so long And when I think of the road we're traveling on, I wonder what's gone wrong, I can't help it I wonder what's gone wrong. And I dreamed I was dyin'. I dreamed my soul rose unexpectedly, and looking back down on me, smiled reassuringly, and I dreamed I was flyin'. And high up above, my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty, sailing away to sea And I dreamed I was flyin'. We come on a ship they call the Mayflower, We come on a ship that sailed the moon We come in the age's most uncertain hour And sing an American tune But it's all right, it's alright, it's all right You can't be forever blessed And tomorrow's gonna be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest, That's all, I'm trying to get some rest To Charlie... my partner and my friend... thank you so much for saying yes! Whatever the outcome of this contest I just want you to know that I had a blast and that I am proud of us... we make an awesome team (in my humble opinion)! You're one of the good ones buddy... :0)