Brand New || Seven times Seventy
So, is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with.
Cause I’ve seen more spine in jellyfish.
I’ve seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids.
I tried to make it as haunting as possible. This is the first time I’ve ever published myself singing online so I hope I’m ok. I only sang the chorus between every two verses to shorten the length and repetition.
In Atlanta, in Atlanta
As the sun did fiercely shine
Was a man amid the ruins
And his daughter - Clementine
Oh my Darling, Oh my Darling,
Oh my Darling Clementine.
Thou art lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her years were only nine
But a pistol, hands so little
Wore no match for Clementine
Drew she walkers, to the alley
On one foggy evening fine
Hit her foot against a tire
To the herd she fell behind
Ruby lips above the pavement
Crying out that name of mine
But alas, I could not reach her
So I lost my Clementine
How I missed her! How I missed her!
How I missed my Clementine,
Till I clutched her bloodied blue cap
And loved more my Clementine.
And the man found he’d been bitten
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he ought to join his daughter,
Now he’s with his Clementine.
In a churchyard near Atlanta,
Where the orange trees entwine,
There grow roses and the posies,
Always loved by Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Blood-soaked garments, red as wine
Then she rises from the ashes
And I kiss my Clementine.