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Let me tell you what I wish I’d known
When I was young and dreamed of glory
You have no control, who lives, who dies, who tells your story?
President Jefferson
I’ll give him this, his financial system is a work of genius
I couldn’t undo it if I tried, and I tried
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?
President Madison, he took our country from bankruptcy to prosperity
I hate to admit it
But he doesn’t get enough credit for all the credit he gave us
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?
Every other founding father story gets told
Every other founding father gets to grow old
But when you’re gone, who remembers your name?
Who keeps your flame, who tells your story?
Who tells your story (who tells your story?)
(Eliza) I put myself back in the narrative
(Eliza) please stop wasting time on tears I live another fifty years, it’s not enough
(Eliza) I interview every soldier who fought by your side (she tells our story)
I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings
You really do write like you’re running out of time (time)
I rely on angelica
While she’s alive, we tell your story
She is buried in Trinity Church, near you
When I needed her most, she was right on time
And I’m still not through I ask myself, what would you do if you had more time? (time)
The Lord, in his kindness
He gives me what you always wanted
He gives me more time (time)
I raise funds in D.C. for the Washington Monument
She tells my story
You could have done so much more if you only had time
And when my time is up, have I done enough?
Will they tell our story? (will they tell your story?)
Oh, can I show you what I’m proudest of?
(The orphanage)
I established the first private orphanage in New York City
(The orphanage)
I help to raise hundreds of children I get to see them growing up (the orphanage)
In their eyes I see you, Alexander
I see you every time
And when my time is up, have I done enough?
Will they tell my story? (will they tell your story?)
Oh, I can’t wait to see you again
It’s only a matter of time
(Will they tell your story?)
(Time)
(Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?)
(Time)
(Will they tell your story?)
(Time)
(Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?)
Another Post
Just another Hamilton post…
Look Grandpa's in the paper War hero Philip Schuyler loses senate seat to young upstart Aaron Burr Grandpa just lost his seat in the senate Sometimes that's how it goes Daddy's gonna find out any minute I'm sure he already knows Further down Further down Let's meet the newest senator from New York New York Our senator Burr Since when are you a Democratic Republican Since being one put me on the up and up again No one knows who you are or what you do They don't need to know me They don't like you Excuse me Oh, Wall Street thinks you're great You'll always be adored by the things you create But upstate Wait People think you're crooked Schuyler's seat was up for grabs so I took it I've always considered you a friend I don't see why that has to end You changed parties to run against my father in law I changed parties to seize the opportunity I saw I swear your pride will be the death of us all Beware, it goeth before the fall
Post #5
Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man
Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland
Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came
And the world is gonna know your name
What’s your name, man?
Post #4
Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned
Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain
Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain
And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain