Текст песни 10000 Maniacs - Gold Rush Brides
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Текст песни 10000 Maniacs - Gold Rush Brides
"While the young folks were having their good times some ofThe mothers were giving birth to their babies. Three babies wereBorn in our company that summer. My cousin, Emily, gave birth toA son in Utah, forty miles north of the Great Salt Lake oneMorning. But the next morning she travelled on 'til noon when aStop was made and another child was born, this time SusanMollmeyer. And gave the baby the name Alice Nevada."Taken from _Women's Diaries of the Westward Jouney_( )By Lillian SchlisselFollow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads.Pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to whoKnows?There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild westernPlains. Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming overSpaces. The land was free and the price was right.Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly. SuchPower in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family. I see IndiansThatCrawl through this mural that recalls our history.Who were the homestead wives? Who were the gold rush brides? DoesAnybody know? Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in thePagesThey wrote? The land was free, yet it cost their lives.In miner's lust for gold, a family's house was bought and sold, pieceBy piece. A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, soPainfully.In letters mailed back home her Eastern sisters they would moan asTheyWould read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief.