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The Redemption Of Richard III
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King Richard III of England gets a bad rap.
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Simple songs of acoustic guitar and voice.
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Charts
Peak #346
Peak in subgenre #88
Author
The Little Miracles Of Misanthropy
Rights
2010
Uploaded
June 02, 2010
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MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 3:25
Story behind the song
Turns out that King Richard III of England was not so villainous as he's been portrayed by Shakespeare and history. He was actually a decent king who lost a civil war. Only afterward was he was declared evil tyrant by the winners of the war to bolster their own, weaker, claims to the throne. This is my idea of his response to years of lies about him. Especially in light of how contemporary leaders try to "clean" their images after committing far more heinous crimes than the ones Richard was ever accused of.
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Back in Bosworth When the horses were my disappointment I lay broken against the bridge While the usurpers chanted Crying a€œGod Save The King.a€ You came to your capitol From the wild mountains of Wyoming Propelled by old connections And the men of higher commerce Who find gold in the arms of suffering And I cried, a€œTreason, treason, treasona€ As they pulled me to the ground When you used the same word Ita€™s was for different reasons And you brought the whole world down Two boys, young princes Not by my hand to that tower taken Though commands that murdered thousands Issued out from your high office They call me the King of Villains And you cried, a€œFreedom, Freedom, Freedom!a€ With the Smirk at your right hand Then you smothered dissent Under an iron blanket That youa€™d spread across your land Long years Ia€™ve listened To the false tales a€˜bout my mind and body Twisted into horrors By the victors of the Roses To cement their claims to title I see your torment How you ache to be remembered fairly It took Englanda€™s greatest writer To reduce me to a monster Tell me, who will lie for your name And youa€™ll cry a€œReason, reason, reasona€ Trying to justify your deeds But the world knows well The winnera€™s voice is loudest In the tomes of history
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