Song 227: "Oleanna" - Theodore Blegen

I'm off to Oleana, I'm turning from my doorway,
No chains for me, I'll say good-by to slavery in Norway. 

Ole---Ole---Ole---oh! Oleana!
Ole---Ole---Ole---oh! Oleana!

They give you land for nothing in jolly Oleana,
And grain comes leaping from the ground in floods of golden manna.

The grain it does the threshing, it pours into the sack, Sir,
You make a quart of whisky from each one without expense, Sir

The crops they are gigantic, potatoes are immense, Sir,
You make a quart of whisky from each one without expense, Sir.

And ale as strong and sweet as the best you've ever tasted,
It's running in the foamy creek, where most of it is wasted.

The salmon they are playing, and leaping in the brook, Sir,
They hop into your kettle, put the cover on, and cook, Sir.

And little roasted piggies, with manners quite demure, Sir,
They ask you, Will you have some ham? And then you say, Why, sure, Sir.

The cows are most obliging, their milk they put in pails, Sir,
They make your cheese and butter with a skill that never fails, Sir.

The bull he is the master, his calves he likes to boss, Sir,
He beats them when they loaf about, he's never at a loss, Sir.

The calves are very helpful, themselves they skin and kill, Sir,
They turn into a tasty roast before you drink your fill, Sir.

The hens lay eggs colossal, so big and round and fine, Sir,
The roosters act like eight-day clocks, they always tell the time, Sir.

And cakes come raining down, Sir, with chocolate frosting1 coated,
They're nice and rich and sweet, good Lord, you eat them till you're bloated.

And all night long the sun shines, it always keeps a-glowing,
It gives you eyes just like a cat's, to see where you are going.

The moon is also beaming, it's always full, I vow, Sir,
A bottle for a telescope, I'm looking at it now, Sir.

Two dollars for carousing they give each day, and more, Sir,
For if you're good and lazy, they will even give you four, Sir.

Support your wife and kids? Why, the county pays for that, Sir,
You'd slap officials down and out if they should leave you flat, Sir.

And if you've any bastards, you're freed of their support, Sir,
As you can guess since I am spinning verses for your sport, Sir.

You walk about in velvet, with silver buttons bright, Sir,
You puff away at meerschaum pipes, your women pack them right, Sir.

The dear old ladies struggle, and sweat for us, and labor,
And if they're cross, they spank themselves, they do it as a favor.

And so we play the fiddle, and all of us are glad, Sir,
We dance a merry polka, boys, and that is not so bad, Sir.

I'm off to Oleana, to lead a life of pleasure,
A beggar here, a count out there, with riches in full measure.

I'm coming, Oleana, I've left my native doorway,
I've made my choice, I've said good-by to slavery in Norway.

1. The original, translated literally, is "cholera frosting."
 

Song 226: "Ya sabes mi paradero"

The moors that Franco brought
want to enter Madrid
The moors that Franco brought
want to enter Madrid
While a militiaman remains
the Moors shall not pass!
While a militiaman remains
the Moors shall not pass!

If you want to write me
you know my mailstop
If you want to write me
you know my mailstop
Third mixed brigade
first platoon
Third mixed brigade
first platoon

At the roadside in of Gandesa
There is a moor Muhama
At the roadside in of Gandesa
There is a moor Muhama
ho says, "Come by, countryman,
What do you want to eat?"
ho says, "Come by, countryman,
What do you want to eat?"

The first course served
Are destructive grenades,
The first course served
Are destructive grenades,
nd the second is machine-gun fire
To refresh your memory.
nd the second is machine-gun fire
To refresh your memory.

When we go on leave,
The first thing we se
When we go on leave,
The first thing we see
Are fake militia members
Who are enjoying their coffee
Are fake militia members
Who are enjoying their coffee

When arriving in Barcelona
The first thing we see
When arriving in Barcelona
The first thing we see
Are those fascist dogs
Sitting at a cafe
Are those fascist dogs
Sitting at a cafe

On the train to Madrid
They have added two cars
On the train to Madrid
They have added two cars
One for the guns
Another for the balls
One for the guns
Another for the balls

Artillerymen to the guns
Sharpen your aim
Artillerymen to the guns
Sharpen your aim
Because that son of a bitch Franco
Has not died yet
Because that son of a bitch Franco
Has not died yet

With Franco's head
We will make a great ball
With Franco's head
We will make a great ball
So the children of Galicia and Aragon
Can play
So the children of Galicia and Aragon
Can play

Though they will tear down the bridge
and the gateway
Though they will tear down the bridge
and the gateway
You will see me cross the Ebro
in a little sailboat
You will see me cross the Ebro
in a little sailboat

Ten thousand times they will tear it down
ten thousand times we will build it up
Ten thousand times they will tear it down
ten thousand times we will build it up
We have a thick head
in the engineer corps
We have a thick head
in the engineer corps

Into the Ebro have sunk
all of the Italian flags
Into the Ebro have sunk
all of the Italian flags
And on the bridge only remain
those which are Republican
And on the bridge only remain
Those which are Republican

Los moros que trajo Franco
en Madrid quieren entrar
Los moros que trajo Franco
en Madrid quieren entrar
Mientras quede un miliciano
los moros no pasarán
Mientras quede un miliciano
los moros no pasarán

Si me quieres escribir
ya sabes mi paradero
Si me quieres escribir
ya sabes mi paradero
Tercera brigada mixta
primera línea de fuego
Tercera brigada mixta
primera línea de fuego

En la venta de Gandesa
Hay un moro Mojamé
En la venta de Gandesa
Hay un moro Mojamé
Que te dice: «Pasa, "paisa"
¿Qué quieres para comer?»
Que te dice: «Pasa, "paisa"
¿Qué quieres para comer?»

El primer plato que dan
Son granadas rompedoras,
El primer plato que dan
Son granadas rompedoras,
Y el segundo de metralla
Para recobrar memoria.
Y el segundo de metralla
Para recobrar memoria.

Cuando vamos de permiso,
Lo primero que se ve,
Cuando vamos de permiso,
Lo primero que se ve,
Son milicianos de pega
Que están tomando café.
Son milicianos de pega
Que están tomando café.

Al llegar a Barcelona
Lo primero que se ve
Al llegar a Barcelona
Lo primero que se ve
Es a los perros fascistas
Sentados en el café
Es a los perros fascistas
Sentados en el café

En el tren que va a Madrid
Se agregaron dos vagones
En el tren que va a Madrid
Se agregaron dos vagones
Uno para los fusiles
Otro para los cojones
Uno para los fusiles
Otro para los cojones

Artilleros al cañon
Afinad la puntería
Artilleros al cañon
Afinad la puntería
Que el hijo de puta Franco
No se ha muerto todavía
Que el hijo de puta Franco
No se ha muerto todavía

Con la cabeza de Franco
Haremos un gran balón
Con la cabeza de Franco
Haremos un gran balón
Para que jueguen los niños
De Galicia y Aragón
Para que jueguen los niños
De Galicia y Aragón

Aunque me tiren el puente
y también la pasarela
Aunque me tiren el puente
y también la pasarela
me verás pasar el Ebro
en un barquito de vela
me verás pasar el Ebro
en un barquito de vela

Diez mil veces que lo tiren
diez mil veces que lo haremos
Diez mil veces que lo tiren
diez mil veces que lo haremos
Tenemos cabeza dura
los del cuerpo de ingenieros
Tenemos cabeza dura
los del cuerpo de ingenieros

En el Ebro se han hundido
las banderas italianas
En el Ebro se han hundido
las banderas italianas
y en los puentes sólo quedan
las que son republicanas
y en los puentes sólo quedan
las que son republicanas

Song 225: "De la noche a la mañana" - Elefante

Me despierta el corazón en la mañana
Puedo ver salir el sol en su mirada
todo puede suceder cuando se ama
el amor sabe mejor sobre la cama
pero se apaga el sol cuando se marcha
y cuelgas los ojos de la ventana
y vives de a poco

y se detiene el tiempo en tu cara
y se acaba el cuento de hadas
y se te mueve el piso, el cielo y no sabes como te llamas
y sientes que la virgen te habla
sientes que el silencio te embriaga
y quieres gritar y gritar y gritar y no encuentras palabras

y cuelgas los ojos de la ventana
y vives de a poco ...

me desvela el corazón la muy ingrata
ya no se ni dónde estoy ni lo que pasa
algo puede suceder si regresara
todo tiene solución sobre su cama
pero se apaga el sol cuando se marcha
y cuelgas los ojos de la ventana
y mueres de a poco

y se detiene el tiempo en tu cara
y se acaba el cuento de hadas
y se te mueve el piso, el cielo y no sabes como te llamas
y sientes que la virgen te habla
sientes que el silencio te embriaga
y quieres gritar y gritar y gritar y no encuentras palabras

y cuelgas los ojos de la ventana
y mueres de a poco

y se detiene el tiempo en tu cara
y se acaba el cuento de hadas
y se te mueve el piso, el cielo y no sabes como te llamas
y sientes que la virgen te habla
sientes que el silencio te embriaga
y quieres gritar y gritar y gritar

She awakens my heart in the morning
I can see the sun rise in his eyes
everything can happen when you love
love tastes better on a bed
but the sun goes out when she leaves
and you hang your eyes from the window
and you live little by little

and time stops in your face
and the fairy tale ends
and the floor moves, the sky and you do not know what your name is
and you feel that the Virgin Mary speaks to you
you feel that silence makes you drunk
and you want to scream and scream and scream and you can not find words

and hang your eyes from the window
and you live little by little ...

She ungratefully reveals my heart
I do not know where I am or what's happening
something can happen if she came back
everything has a solution on her bed
but the sun goes out when she leaves
and you hang your eyes from the window
and you die little by little

and time stops in your face
and the fairy tale ends
and the floor moves, the sky and you do not know what your name is
and you feel that the Virgin Mary speaks to you
you feel that silence makes you drunk
and you want to scream and scream and scream and you can not find words

and you hang your eyes from the window
and you die little by little

and time stops in your face
and the fairy tale ends
and the floor moves, the sky and you do not know what your name is
and you feel that the Virgin Mary speaks to you
you feel that silence makes you drunk
and you want to scream and scream and scream

Song 224: "Vamos" - Elefante

You know, I do not tell you lies, that this time there's more than enough
Ink and paper, in our lives
You know that in love there are no measures
And that the rules sometimes tend to be your nightmare

Your worst enemy, the most boring and cruel disguise
A leap into the void, the most lethal poison

Let's go to find the three legs on a cat
To try on other shoes
To play with reality
Let's go to cut pears from the elm
Not risking it would be the last straw, an insult to freedom

You know that the world is a chimera
That you can go wherever you want and come back, if you wish
You know that God put us in life
That everything is a matter of opening your heart without measure

Without oaths, just telling the truth
Without all this chatter, with the soul and nothing else

Let's go to find the three legs on a cat
To try on other shoes
To play with reality
Let's go to cut pears from the elm
Not risking it would be the last straw, an insult to freedom

Let's go, quickly let's go
Without fear we go, alalala yeah!
Let's go, without a doubt let's go, high up let's go, alalala yeah yeah yeah!

Sabes, que no te digo mentiras, que esta vez sobra
La tinta y el papel en nuestras vidas
Sabes que en el amor no hay medidas
Y que las reglas a veces suelen ser tu pesadilla 

Tu peor enemigo, el mas aburrido y cruel disfraz
Un salto al vacio, el veneno mas letal 

Vamos a buscarle tres pies al gato
A probarnos otros zapatos
A jugar con la realidad
Vamos a cortarle peras al olmo
No arriesgarse seria el colmo, un insulto a la libertad 

Sabes que el mundo es una quimera
Que puedes ir donde quieras y volver, si lo deseas
Sabes que Dios nos puso en la vida
Que todo es cosa de abrir el corazon sin medida 

Sin juramentos, solo diciendo la verdad
Sin tanto cuento, con el alma y nada mas 

Vamos a buscarle tres pies al gato
A probarnos otros zapatos
A jugar con la realidad
Vamos a cortarle peras al olmo
No arriesgarse seria el colmo, un insulto a la libertad 

Vamos, de prisa vamos
Sin miedo vamos, alalala yeah!
Vamos, sin dudas vamos, arriba vamos, alalala yeah yeah yeah!
 

Song 223: "Got Soul" - The Family Crest

Hey I've got soul if you want it
Still you need more than you're given
I've got my own now 

Shake down your boots in the evening
Fly from your coup when you're feeling
I've got my own now 

Now that the rain comes down they want you
Now that you're moving out they need you
Now that the sun goes down, now 

Shake down your boots in the evening
Fly from your coup when you're feeling
I've got my own now 

Here in the night you did feel their arms
Grasped so tight to your back
And I've got my own now 

Now that the rain comes down they want you
Now that you're moving out they need you
Now that the sun goes down, now 

Now that the wind, it howls
Their hearts, they break with the bitter sound
They need you
A piece of me is a piece of you right now 

And there's no time for you, my dear
So there's no reason why I'm here 

And there's no time for you, my friend
So there's a reason for an end 

Ich liebte dich, aber vergan deine Gierigkeit ist es fertig
(I loved you, but because of your greed this has ended)
 

Song 222: "Up High" - The Dreadnoughts


Come my brothers
Come you fighting men
Come together while we may
We ne’er may meet again

Come all you soldiers
Sing out proud and brave
Each man fallen here before
Stirs now in his grave

So raise your voice up high
Sing God’s praises, sing for us all
And the men we will slay
And raise your voice up high
Sing for victory, sing for the way
We will honour our dead
We remember
We remember

Day’s light is passing
Soon to the night we’ll go
If we are soldiers true and true
Tomorrow we will know

Though our voices
Though we all march with you
Souls of our fathers dead and gone
March with us now so true

So raise your voice up high
Sing God’s praises, sing for us all
And the men we will slay
And raise your voice up high
Sing for victory, sing for the way
We will honour our dead
We remember
We remember
We remember
We remember
 

Song 221: "The Valley of Strathmore" - Silly Wizard

By the clear and the winding stream
In the valley of Strathmore
Where my love and I have been
Where we'll wander never more

But if time was a thing man could buy
All the money that I have in store
I would give for one day by her side
In the valley of Strathmore

From the glen of the golden and the green
I left for a land far away
Where sadness has never been seen
Aye, and joy only costs a day's pay

In Strathmore there's a long working day
For a man with his hands on the plow
But it's work I'd be happy to do
If at night I were lying with you

As I take a long draft from my glass
Oh, I'm drinking alone here again
And I try not to think of my lass
For the old days will ne'er come again
 

Song 220: "La Muerte de Emiliano Zapata"

Escuchen, señores, oigan el corrido,
De un triste acontecimiento;
Pues en Chinameca fue muerto a mansalva
Zapata, el gran insurrecto

Abril de mil novecientos
Diecinueve, en la memoria
Quedaras del campesino
Como una mancha en la historia

Campanas de Villa Ayala,
¿por qué tocan tan doliente?
Es que ya murió Zapata
Y era Zapata un valiente

El buen Emiliano que amaba a los pobres
Quiso darles libertad;
Por eso los indios de todos los pueblos
Con el fueron a luchar

De Cuautla hasta Amecameca,
Matamoros y el Ajusco,
Con los pelones del viejo
Don Porfirio se dio gusto

Trinitaria de los campos
De las vegas de Morelos,
Si preguntan por Zapata,
Di que ya se fue a los Cielos

Le dice Zapata a Don Pancho Madero
Cuando ya era gobernante
Si no das las tierras veras a los indios
De nuevo entrar al combate

Se enfrento el Don Madero
Contra Huerta y a Carranza
Pues no le querían cumplir su plan
Que era el plan de Ayala

Corre, corre conejito
Cuéntales a tus hermanos
-- ¡Ya murió el señor Zapata,
el coco de los tiranos!

Dice a su fiel asistente
Cuando andaba por las sierras;
Mientras yo viva, los indios
Serán dueños de sus tierras

Amapolita olorosa
De las lomas de Guerrero,
No volverás a ver nunca
Al famoso guerrillero

Con gran pesadumbre le dice a su vieja:
Me siento muy abatido,
Pues todos descansan, yo soy peregrino,
Como pájaro sin nido

Generales van y vienen
Dizque para apaciguarlo;
Y no pudiendo a la buena
Un plan ponen pa' engañarlo

Canta, canta, gorrioncito,
Di en tu canción melodiosa;
Cayo el general Zapata
En forma muy alevosa

Don Pablo González ordena a Guajardo
Que le finja un rendimiento,
Y al jefe Zapata disparan sus armas
Al llegar al campamento

Guajardo dice a Zapata:
Me le rindo con mi tropa,
En Chinameca lo espero,
Tomaremos una copa

Arroyito revoltoso,
¿qué te dijo aquel clavel?
Dice que no ha muerto el jefe,
Que Zapata ha de volver

Abraza Emiliano al felón Guajardo
En prueba de su amistad,
Sin pensar el pobre que aquel pretoriano
Lo iba a sacrificar

Y tranquilo se dirige
A la hacienda con su escolta;
Los traidores le disparan
Por la espalda a quemarropa

Jilguerito mañanero
De las cumbres soberano,
Mira en que forma tan triste
Ultimaron a Emiliano!

Cayo del caballo el jefe Zapata
Y también sus asistentes
Así en Chinameca perdieron la vida
Un puñado de valientes

Señores, ya me despido,
Que no tengo novedad
Cual héroe murió Zapata
Por dar tierra y libertad

A la orilla de un camino
Había una blanca azucena,
A la tumba de Zapata
La llevé como una ofrenda.

Arroyito revoltoso,
¿qué te dijo aquel clavel?
Dice que no ha muerto el jefe,
Que Zapata ha de volver
 

Song 219: "Caminar" - Elefante

To walk wherever you want, to walk on the sidewalks
To walk with the certainty of this upside down world
To walk with a slow gait, dodging troubles
To walk the roads of this strange labyrinth
And maybe I will not find anything and only your gaze will remain
And maybe after all, it will not be that bad

To walk with my flag
To walk my way
To walk and keep walking because you do not know until when
To walk aimlessly, solving the riddle
To walk, nothing else is to be done, such is this crazy life
And maybe I will not find anything and only your gaze will remain
And maybe after all, it will not be that bad
And maybe I will not find anything

To walk for the sake of walking, without knowing where you will go
To walk with the certainty that this world will straighten itself out
To walk for the sake of walking, to laugh and to cry
To walk, nothing else is to be done, such is this crazy life
This is how this crazy life is

Caminar por donde quieras, caminar por las banquetas
Caminar con la certeza de este mundo de cabeza
Caminar con paso lento esquivando los momentos
Caminar por los caminos de este extraño laberinto
Y tal vez no encuentre nada y solo quede tu mirada
Y tal vez después de todo, no sea tan malo de ese modo

Caminar con mi bandera
Caminar a mi manera
Caminar seguir andando que no sabes hasta cuando
Caminar sin rumbo fijo resolviendo el acertijo
Caminar, no queda de otra, así es esta vida loca
Y tal vez no encuentre nada y solo quede tu mirada
Y tal vez después de todo no sea tan malo de ese modo
Y tal vez no encuentre nada

Caminar por caminar sin saber a donde vas a dar
Caminar con la certeza que este mundo se endereza
Caminar por caminar pa reír y pa llorar
Caminar, no queda de otra, así es esta vida loca
Así es esta vida loca

Song 218: "Los hermanos" - Atahualpa Yupanqui

Yo tengo tantos hermanos
Que no los puedo contar
En el valle, la montaña
En la pampa y en el mar

Cada cual con sus trabajos
Con sus sueños, cada cual
Con la esperanza adelante
Con los recuerdos detrás

Yo tengo tantos hermanos
Que no los puedo contar

Gente de mano caliente
Por eso de la amistad
Con uno lloro, pa llorarlo
Con un rezo pa rezar
Con un horizonte abierto
Que siempre está más allá
Y esa fuerza pa buscarlo
Con tesón y voluntad

Cuando parece más cerca
Es cuando se aleja más
Yo tengo tantos hermanos
Que no los puedo contar

Y así seguimos andando
Curtidos de soledad
Nos perdemos por el mundo
Nos volvemos a encontrar

Y así nos reconocemos
Por el lejano mirar
Por la copla que mordemos
Semilla de inmensidad

Y así, seguimos andando
Curtidos de soledad
Y en nosotros nuestros muertos
Pa que nadie quede atrás

Yo tengo tantos hermanos
Que no los puedo contar
Y una hermana muy hermosa
Que se llama ¡libertad!
 

Song 217: "Runes to My Memory" - Amon Amarth

We rode the rivers of the Eastern trail,
Deep in the land of the Rus'.
Following the wind in our sails,
And the rhythm of the oars.
No shelter in this hostile land,
Constantly on guard.
Ready to fight and defend
Our ship 'til the bitter end.

We came under attack,
I received a deadly wound.
A spear was forced into my back
Still I fought on.

When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory

Now here I lay on the river bank
A long, long way from home
Life is pouring out of me
Soon I will be gone.

I tilt my head to the side
And think of those back home
I see the river rushing by
Like blood runs from my wound.

Here I lie on wet sand,
I will not make it home.
I clinch my sword in my hand,
Say farewell to those I love.

When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Place my weapons by my side
For the journey to Hall up high
When I am dead,
Lay me in a mound.
Raise a stone for all to see
Runes carved to my memory
 

Song 216: "A Scottish Soldier" - Andy Stewart

There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder with good broad shoulder
He fought in many a fray, and fought and won

He’d seen the glory, he’d told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
But now he’s sighing, his heart is crying
To leave those green hills of Tyrol

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they’re not my land’s hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling
And he will fade away in that far land

He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay, a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on those green hills of Tyrol

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they’re not my land’s hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You’ll see a piper play his soldier home

He’s seen the glory, he’s told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugle’s ceased now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they’re not my land’s hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

Because those green hills are not highland hills
Or the island hills, they’re not my land’s hills
And fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home

 

Song 215: "People Live Here" - Rise Against

My God is better than yours
And the walls of my house are so thick
I hear nothing at all

I followed you out in the storm
But it carried you off
And I burned every picture of yours
Was that not enough?

My gun is bigger than yours
So let's arm the masses
And see what the bastards do then
Walking tall once set us apart
Now we're down on all fours
Do you cry my name in the dark
Like I do yours?

These storms are getting stronger now
Trusses all bend and sway
Lightning hits, the power goes out in the fray
As the waves crash high
And the shoreline disappears
I will scream to the sky
"Hey, people live here."

My dreams are not unlike yours
They long for the safety
And break like a glass chandelier
But there's laughter and oh there is love
Just past the edge of our fears
And there's chaos when push comes to shove
But it's music to my ears

May you be in Heaven before the Devil knows you're dead
May these winds be always at your back

'Cause when we're all just ghosts
And the madness overtakes us
We will look at the ashes
And say, "People lived here."

From the penthouse to the holy martyr
Sea to shining sea
From the coffins full of kindergarteners
Is this what you call free?
From the hate that drips from all your crosses
Are your hands so clean?

There's a wildfire and it's spreading far
From sea to shining sea

When we're all just ghosts
And the madness overtakes us
I will scream to the sky, yeah I'll scream to the sky
Yeah I'll scream to the sky
"Hey, people live here."
 

Song 214: "Your Obedient Servant" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

How does Hamilton
An arrogant
Immigrant, orphan
Bastard, whoreson
Somehow endorse
Thomas Jefferson, his enemy
A man he’s despised since the beginning
Just to keep me from winning?
I wanna be in the room where it happens—
(The room where it happens
The room where it happens)
You’ve kept me from—
(The room where it happens)
For the last time

Dear Alexander:
I am slow to anger
But I toe the line
As I reckon with the effects
Of your life on mine
I look back on where I failed
And in every place I checked
The only common thread has been your disrespect
Now you call me “amoral,”
A “dangerous disgrace,”
If you’ve got something to say
Name a time and place
Face to face

I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant
A dot Burr

Mr. Vice President:
I am not the reason no one trusts you
No one knows what you believe
I will not equivocate on my opinion
I have always worn it on my sleeve
Even if I said what you think I said
You would need to cite a more specific grievance
Here’s an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements
(Sweet Jesus)
Hey, I have not been shy
I am just a guy in the public eye
Tryin’ to do my best for our republic
I don’t wanna fight
But I won’t apologize for doing what’s right

I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant
A dot Ham

Careful how you proceed, good man
Intemperate indeed, good man
Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or
Prepare to bleed, good man

Burr, your grievance is legitimate
I stand by what I said, every bit of it
You stand only for yourself
It’s what you do
I can’t apologize because it’s true

Then stand, Alexander
Weehawken. Dawn
Guns. Drawn

You’re on

I have the honor to be Your Obedient Servant

A dot Ham

A dot Burr
 

Song 213: "I Know Him" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

They say
George Washington’s yielding his power and stepping away
‘Zat true?
I wasn’t aware that was something a person could do
I’m perplexed
Are they gonna keep on replacing whoever’s in charge?
If so, who’s next?
There’s nobody else in their country who looms quite as large…

[psst psst]

John Adams?!
I know him
That can’t be
That’s that little guy who spoke to me
All those years ago
What was it, eighty-five?
That poor man, they’re gonna eat him alive!
Oceans rise
Empires fall
Next to Washington, they all look small
All alone
Watch them run
They will tear each other into pieces
Jesus Christ, this will be fun!

Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da da dat dat da ya daaaaa!
Hahahahahahahahaha

“President John Adams”
Good Luck
 

Song 212: "Dear Theodosia" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?
You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name

When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart

I’m dedicating every day to you
Domestic life was never quite my style
When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart
And I thought I was so smart

You will come of age with our young nation
We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you
And you’ll blow us all away…
Someday, someday
Yeah, you’ll blow us all away
Someday, someday

Oh Philip, when you smile I am undone
My son
Look at my son. Pride is not the word I’m looking for

There is so much more inside me now
Oh Philip, you outshine the morning sun
My son
When you smile, I fall apart
And I thought I was so smart
My father wasn’t around

My father wasn’t around

I swear that
I’ll be around for you.     
(I’ll be around for you.)
 
I’ll do whatever it takes

I’ll make a million mistakes

I’ll make the world safe and sound for you…
…will come of age with our young nation
We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you

If we lay a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you
And you’ll blow us all away...
Someday, someday
Yeah, you’ll blow us all away
Someday, someday
 

Song 211: "You're On Your Own" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

They say
The price of my war’s not a price that they’re willing to pay
Insane
You cheat with the French, now I’m fighting with France and with Spain
I’m so blue
I thought that we’d made an arrangement
When you went away
You were mine to subdue
Well, even despite our estrangement, I’ve got
A small query for you:

What comes next?
You’ve been freed
Do you know how hard it is to lead?

You’re on your own
Awesome. Wow
Do you have a clue what happens now?

Oceans rise
Empires fall
It’s much harder when it’s all your call

All alone, across the sea
When your people say they hate you
Don’t come crawling back to me

You’re on your own…
 

Song 210: "History Has its Eyes on You" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

I was younger than you are now
When I was given my first command
I led my men straight into a massacre
I witnessed their deaths firsthand
I made every mistake
And felt the shame rise in me
And even now I lie awake

Knowing history has its eyes on me
History has its eyes on me.

Let me tell you what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory:
You have no control:

Who lives, who dies, who tells your story

I know that we can win
I know that greatness lies in you
But remember from here on in
History has its
Eyes on you.     

History has its eyes on you
 

Song 209: "Guns and Ships" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

How does a ragtag volunteer army in need of a shower
Somehow defeat a global superpower?
How do we emerge victorious from the quagmire?
Leave the battlefield waving Betsy Ross’ flag higher?
Yo. Turns out we have a secret weapon!
An immigrant you know and love who’s unafraid to step in!
He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen
Ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!
(Lafayette!)

I’m takin this horse by the reins makin’
Redcoats redder with bloodstains
(Lafayette!)
And I’m never gonna stop until I make ‘em
Drop and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains, I’m
(Lafayette!)
Watch me engagin’ em! Escapin’ em!
Enragin’ em! I’m—
(Lafayette!)
I go to France for more funds
(Lafayette!)
I come back with more
Guns
And ships
And so the balance shifts

We rendezvous with Rochambeau, consolidate their gifts

We can end this war at Yorktown, cut them off at sea, but
For this to succeed, there is someone else we need:

I know

(Hamilton!)
Sir, he knows what to do in a trench
Ingenuitive and fluent in French, I mean—
(Hamilton!)
Sir, you’re gonna have to use him eventually
What’s he gonna do on the bench? I mean—
(Hamilton!)
No one has more resilience
Or matches my practical tactical brilliance—
(Hamilton!)
You wanna fight for your land back?

I need my right hand man back!

Ah! Uh, get ya right hand man back
You know you gotta get ya right hand man back
(Hamilton!)
I mean you gotta put some thought into the letter but the sooner the better
To get your right hand man back!     
  
Alexander Hamilton
Troops are waiting in the field for you
If you join us right now, together we can turn the tide
Oh, Alexander Hamilton
I have soldiers that will yield for you
If we manage to get this right
They’ll surrender by early light
The world will never be the same, Alexander…
 

Song 208: "Ten Duel Commandents" - Lin-Manuel Miranda

One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight, nine…
It’s the Ten Duel Commandments

It’s the Ten Duel Commandments
Number one!

The challenge: demand satisfaction
If they apologize, no need for further action

Number two!
If they don’t, grab a friend, that’s your second
Your lieutenant when there’s reckoning to be reckoned

Number three!
Have your seconds meet face to face
Negotiate a peace…
Or negotiate a time and place
This is commonplace, ‘specially ‘tween recruits
Most disputes die, and no one shoots

Number four!
If they don’t reach a peace, that’s alright
Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site
You pay him in advance, you treat him with civility
You have him turn around so he can have deniability

Five!
Duel before the sun is in the sky
Pick a place to die where it’s high and dry

Number six!
Leave a note for your next of kin
Tell ‘em where you been. Pray that hell or heaven lets you in

Seven!
Confess your sins. Ready for the moment
Of adrenaline when you finally face your opponent

Number eight!
Your last chance to negotiate
Send in your seconds, see if they can set the record straight…

Alexander

Aaron Burr, sir

Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature?

Sure
But your man has to answer for his words, Burr

With his life? We both know that’s absurd, sir

Hang on, how many men died because Lee was inexperienced and ruinous?

Okay, so we’re doin’ this

Number nine!
Look ‘em in the eye, aim no higher
Summon all the courage you require
Then count

One two three four
Five six seven eight nine
Number
Ten paces!
Fire!