Hey everyone! I have an experiment I could use your help with. I'm going to post a song with this status and a set of lyrics in the comments. What I need is this: Please record yourselves on your phone or on your computer giving an explanation of what you think the MORAL of this story is. It should be short, ideally between 1-3 minutes long. Then email at mattaukamp@gmail.com with the recording, your name,and permission to (POSSIBLY) use this recording in an episode of the podcast! Ideally who I would like to hear from is a good mix of people from different walks of life. Men, women, non-binary folks, straight folks, LGTBQ+ folks, older folks, younger folks, etc. This experiment MIGHT not pan out, but I'm curious to hear who people of different demographics see as the heroes and villains of this story. If it's complicated to you, tell me that. If it's super simple and you can't even see why I'm asking, tell me that. If it reminds you of a real experience from your life, tell me that!
Ok, thanks! I look forward to hearing from all of you! Let's put a soft deadline on this of MY BIRTHDAY 6/27. You're all wonderful. Thanks again!!
(warning: i might not use some of these for a variety of reasons that have nothing to do with quality [or any if it doesn't pan out] so don't feel bad if yours wasn't included. It's still appreciated!!!)
'Where have you been my long, long love
These seven long years or more?
I'm seeking for my former vows
You gave to me before'
'Oh, hold your tongue of your former vows
For they will breed sad strife
Hold your tongue of your former vows
For I'm become a wife'
He's turned him right and round about
And the salt tear blint his ee
'I never would have trodden on Irish ground
But for the love of thee'
'If I should leave my dear husband
And my two babes also
What have you to take me to
If I with you would go?'
'I've seven ships upon the sea
And the eighth brought me to land
With four and twenty mariners bold
And music on command'
She's put her foot on board the ship
No mariners she beheld
But the sails were of the taffeta
And the masts of the beaten gold
They had not sailed a league, a league
A league but barely three
Til dismal grew his countenance
And drumly grew the sea
They had not sailed a league, a league
A league but barely three
Until she saw his cloven foot
And she wept most bitterly
'Leave off your weeping' then said he
'Of your weeping let me be
And I'll show you how the lilies grow
On the banks of Italy'
'What hill, what hill is thon I see
As white as any snow?'
'Thon is the hill of heaven' he said
Where all good people go
'What hill, what hill is thon I see
As black as any coal?'
'Thon is the hill of hell' he said
'Where you and I must go'
He struck the top mast with his hand And the main mast with his knee And he struck that gallant ship in two And he sunk her beneath the sea.
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