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The Band's Still Playing : A Story of the Titanic

This song was created for Game of Bands round 85 : "Based On a True Story"

Lyrics:

THE BAND'S STILL PLAYING
A Story of the Titanic
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VERSE:

The maritime air blows in cool off the sleep
Of the world that is night on the sea
Yet we go steady on. Don’t let the deep
Know our hubris

Catastrophe came in obscurity’s lull
That ocean liner giant vs. huge frosted mass
And the long, screaming gash in that thick iron hull
That we all had such faith in

CHORUS:

The sea beneath was peaceful then
And still is, so who can we blame?
The water, just some icy tool
By which we drive ourselves to flame
At journey’s end we might concede
There’s little led us here but greed
Too close, too fast; it’s our mistake
This is no dream; I cannot wake

VERSE:

So now, at the apex, there’s no easy way
There’s no black and white, cannot flee the dilemma
But what have I always done? Why change today?
Look through the smoky haze, feel every tremor
And do what I can, all I can, anything
Don’t make me a martyr, but tell them I tried
The band is still playing, so let the truth sing
Let them know how I died

CHORUS:

The sea beneath was peaceful then
And still is, so who can we blame?
The water, just some icy tool
By which we drive ourselves to flame
At journey’s end we might concede
There’s little led us here but greed
Too close, too fast; it’s our mistake
This is no dream; I cannot wake

VERSE:

And soon, in the darkness, there’s nothing to see
Just an iron hulk, sunken beneath, out of sight
Just the sky and the stars, looking down on the sea
As I wonder
This wood’s soaking through, and it won’t float for long
Little hope, little light in this cold and this dark
A lifeboat of hope, floating by like a song
But they’re full

CHORUS:

The sea beneath was peaceful then
And still is, so who can we blame?
The water, just some icy tool
By which we drive ourselves to flame
At journey’s end we might concede
There’s little led us here but greed
Too close, too fast; it’s our mistake
This is no dream; I cannot wake

Is there anyone out there?
Scream if you can hear me


END.

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* Thx to 31337_ M4ST3R for the foghorn sound.
[Exit]

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