Lament for Vendetta

Do you remember the fifth of November:
The gunpowder treasonous plot?
The harvesting season that witnessed the scheming,
The powder that failed to be shot.
And then did defame him, and draw, quarter, hang him:
The sentence that mercy forgot.
On the fifth we remember, the callous dissenter,
That failed in his villainous plot.

How to Save a Life

Had I known to save a life,
I would've stayed with you all night.
Kept vigil 'til the morning light,
To keep away what brings such fright.

The dark does march in step with strife.
Its soldiers march for you tonight.
But don't lose heart, 'cause we just might
Know what it takes to save a life.

When I'm Gone (Autumn remix)

When I'm long, and when I'm gone,
And when my last breath has been drawn,
You'll find some comfort in this song:
'Cause you're gon' miss me when I'm gone.

I can't relate, 'cause how I hate
To circum-navi-ambulate.
So take your ticket long way 'round,
And bore me not with sight and sound.

And take your whiskey bottle two,
and go on gaping at the view.

I'm never saying nothing new,

And autumn leaves have vibrant hue.

But you're gon' miss me by my head.

Yeah, you're gon' miss me when I'm dead.

Right now I know you do not care.

But you're gon' miss when I'm not there.

The scenic roads got mountain, rivers.

Sights to surely make you shiver.

And these are facts I can't deny,

But still I let them pass on by.

Why would we take the long way 'round,
When open path direct?
The sights and sounds abound, abound
And earn my due neglect.
You're awed, inspired while I grow tired.
'Cause me?  I'm not impressed.

So build the funerary pyre,
And light it with respect.

But when the awesome trees are bare,

And sights aren't worthy of your stare,

And winter snows are so much glare--

You're gon' look if I'm still there.

'Cause when I'm long, and when I'm gone,
And when my last breath has been drawn,
There'll be some echo of this song.
Yeah, you're gon' miss me when I'm gone.

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Been a long time since I picked up the pen (err keyboard?) actually I have a buncha stuff in an incomplete state that I never sat down to finish so consider this one one off my queue, a poetry remix of  When I'm Gone

Ronin

Without a key, the gate won't open.
Master-less, the swordsman ronin.
Too stubborn to renounce the sword,
Ronin:  he, without a lord.

When I'm gone (remix)

I got my ticket for the long way down.
Two pence for th' boatman pays the way.
And I sure could use some sweet company,
And I'm leaving tomorrow, what d'ya say?

When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me by my head.
You're gonna miss me when I'm dead.
Yeah, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone.

I got direct won't take the long way 'round.
Ten bucks is nothing for the way.
And I sure could use some sweet company,
And I'm leaving tomorrow, what d'ya say?

When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
When I'm gone (When I'm gone)
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone.
You're gonna miss me yes my friend.
You're gonna miss me at the end.
Yeah, you're sure gonna miss me when I'm gone.

The Hanging Tree (Blind Eye)

They strung a man last night they did:
They say he murdered three.
A man who is that meek and mild,
You know that wouldn't be.
The strangest things been happ'ning here,
and stranger we shall see.
So tell me, will I find you, friend,
Beneath the hanging tree?

They strung a man last night they did:
I fear the next is me.
I cut the man on down I did,
Denied the crows a feast.
I dug a grave of proper depth,
Let worms to have the meat.
You won't believe what happened next:
The dead man spoke to me!

The birds and beasts know when to flee,
You're not as bright as they.
Midnight brings you to this tree,
but soon it will be day.
And when they see what you have done,
There will be hell to pay.
You should have left the crows to pick
And maggots to decay.

The reaper comes to drag asunder
Claim I murdered three.
The last words that I ever uttered:
Lover, won't you flee!
My ghost won't rise another day,
Your eyes, they shouldn't see.
So fly and never turn your gaze
Upon the hanging tree

They strung a man last night they did,
and now they're stringing me.
The devil sleeps within, inside,
They say I murdered three.
The strangest things been happ'ning here,
No man should ever see.
So fly and never turn your gaze
Upon the hanging tree.

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Tried my own version of The Hanging Tree, it seems to have come out even more morbid than the original, mission accomplished I guess *shrug*

There are some things you can't outrun.
Like death, like tax, like light from sun.
My piece holds six, I need but one:
Outstrip, outpace, outrun my gun.