Lyr Add: Filkin' around Spancil Hill
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Subject: Lyr Add: Filkin' around Spancil Hill|
Date: 23 Sep 03 - 08:26 PM
Hello all y'all!!
I've recently wrote a song directly based on Spancil Hill; it's a 'filk', and its theme is anti-income tax (that means, anti-IRS). It tells about the times before 16th Amendment was added to US constitution (1912), the later times, and the troubles of 'tax protesters'. I wrote it, for: I wanted to:), I love Spancil Hill, I'm a libertarian, and I'm interseted in American history. Enjoy.
Times of yore, by Critto '2003,
based on Spancil Hill by Michael Considine, ca. 1873
Last night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
When there was yet no IRS
Not tax forms there to file.
No people lining up as the slaves
At the mighty Agency's door
But retaining all the money earned
By them, that they worked hard for.
It's been April 16th, 1912
The things were as they should be,
No feeling of us being robbed,
No'ne screwing you and me
The young, the old, the brave and the bold
No money had to give the state
At the gunpoint forced, and for none,
But instead, they gone their way.
I went to see my neighbors,
To hear what they might say
They took care for business of their own,
As on any other day
I met the tailor Quigley
He's as bold as ever been
Ah, he used to protest the new tax
In the dready 1913.
I paid a flying visit to
The darling of my heart;
She hasn't been in prison yet
For refusing to be robbed;
She threw her arms around me
Sayin' "Johnny I love you, you know"
Now those bastards have her slammed for life
For saving the money she owned.
I dreamt I held and kissed her
As in the days of yore;
"Oh Johnny you're only joking,
As many a time before"
Then the alarm clock played some melody,
It played both loud and shrill;
I awoke on the Carribean shore,
Where no tax forms I've to fill.
How do ye like it? Please write me at: firstname.lastname@example.org