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Thank you❤❤❤❤ I've been looking for this song for ages!!!!

Anyone know where Lord Synthor's cover is? I know it's a longshot but might as well ask!

My mother's anscestors were exiled to Virginia as indentured servants for being on the losing side of the Jacobite rebellion so this song has special meaning to me. I knew Cynthia McQuillin a little bit, as she was a prominent part of the Bay Area Filk/Folk community. She was a very sweet woman with a beautiful voice, who wrote great songs. The year before she died, she admired my Silken Windhound Service Dog Corby, and wished she could have a Service Dog someday. She had many cats, though!

The water is getting black now, hope the ocean can clear it up

I know there are HQ versions of this but this really makes me feel like I'm in the room with the filkers, I really want to meet Leslie fish one day

Um, "a sad eyed fireman gave the stroke to those we couldn't save..." Does that mean someone was using a fire fighters axe to, uh, behead the terminal patients?

A hymn to self organization and -empowerment.

This is why Linden Avery, MD, FAAFP chose to become a small-town generalist...at least until the emergencies found her in another world. A couple choruses ought to be in 5-part sea-shanty harmony with Giantish and Haruchai accents.

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what is this music based off from?

The craziest part about this a coke dealer gave his entire stash for the greater good youd never see that

This song is why i became a doctor. If bureaucracy stands in-between saving somones life id proudly go to jail or live as an outlaw

Leslie makes great fill songs, but I'm not impressed by her anarchism. Having worked in many factories, I know production workers are. They aren't saints, and the bosses aren't all assholes.

Hi there! Mind adding a link to Leslie's bandcamp page to your description? [I can provide the link here, but then RUclips will filter the comment.] We're releasing a bunch of new Leslie albums, and she [and I] would appreciate the link & publicity help on her songs. Thanks!

Leslie Fish is one of the great modern bard/balladeers, Incredible images in accessible verse. I have loved her work since someone gave me a "mix tape" about the time we opened the Metaphysical shop in Northwestern lower Michigan. played as a soundtrack alongside Isaac Bonewits and friends " Be Pagan once again", Carlos Nakai, and Loreena McKennitt, I have learned to sing these songs , Hers , in particular; and shamelessly adapted the tunes to my personal practice...'nuff said. Now, I am seeking to get the CDs....

Ladies and Gentlemen, i present to you the true definition of Chaotic Good HERO!

Love this video!

Here: archive.org/details/filk_fever_season/06+Black+Water+(Suicide).mp3 The officially recorded version or whatever you want to call it. The other songs of fever season are there too.

One of the things I love about this song is that whenever I listen to it I envision the narrator as old Hawkeye Pierce from the old M.A.S.H. show (not the movie). Think about it. In the show Pierce is 31 when the war ends in 1954. That'd make him 59 when the narrator last touched a patient in 1982. The album this came from was released in 1989 so let's go with that as the year the song takes place. That'd put the narrator, if it's Hawkeye, at 66. A little past retirement age and 7 yrs since he last touched a patient. For a surgeon, being out of the game that long is a fairly big deal. He was probably able to keep prices down because of the ability to stretch supplies and find alternatives thanks to having to get creative in a M.A.S.H. unit. The narrator also probably has combat medic experience. They compare the scene to combat medicine and say "they remembered what to do." That sounds like someone who's used to performing medicine in high stress situations with massive casualties. Exactly what Hawkeye did. And of course, as probably the only person in town with that kind of experience he's gonna have to take charge. Then you have the flagrant disregard for rules and laws when lives need saving that fits with Hawkeye's character to a T. Lastly, the narrator uses the word scrounge. That was always how Radar and Klinger referred to their supply collection; scrounging supplies.

thank you thank youthank you!!!! I had this on an old cd but it's been lost for a long time now, I love it.

The part that always gets me for some reason is the drug dealer giving up his whole supply to save people.

You can not take my husband He is not fit for war He has no gift for fighting He doesn’t care what you’re fighting for He is the master of this house He plants and tills the field And if you take him off to war what will become of me? But they’ve bound him up in heavy chains And they’ve rode him through the town They put him of their wooden ships And they broke his spirit down And a fortnight later they told me how a dagger pierced his side How he fought to the death in the raging sea And slowly sang and died And oh the Ravens With souls like candle light The messengers of doom they sit And they call my name each night You can not take my Bonny boy You can to take my son He is only twenty years old and his life has just begun Oh the girls all think he’s handsome And the boys all find him grand What kind of a life can my Bonny boy lead with a dagger in his hand? But they’ve sent him off to a foreign war And they’ve taught him how to kill And though I heard from a friend his life was at end He has fallen deadly ill Oh he burned and raged with fever It drained his body dry It dried his heart, it dried his bones It left no tears to cry And oh the Ravens With souls like candle light The messengers of doom they sit And they call my name each night You can not take my life away You can not take my life My only son’s now lying cold I am a dead man’s wife And there’s no one left to keep me warm My heart is bruised and sore Why come you then, why come you then To knock upon my door? There’s a shadow of the doorstep And it’s ringing at the bell It’s knocking on the window Oh I know that sound so well Death came disguised as soldiers Death came disguised as war Death comes disguised as a scarlet knight And he calls my name once more And oh the Ravens With souls like candle light The messengers of doom they sit And they call my name each night And oh the Ravens With souls like candle light The messengers of doom they sit And they call my name each night

Here’s to the make-shift heroes, doctors without degrees, and the renegade rescue teams.

All the dragons are dead my love And all the griffins fly above The realms of mortal men to more to come But leave me some Single adventure By which to weigh the passing of my days Ooooh Sprites and faeries all have fled The last remaining elf has shed This life to search The moon And I am left To live alone Bereft of all my gallantry Ooooh Unicorns and Manticores Have hidden in the wood Afraid for life that they should be discovered True and real and fair If only I could share Their varied wanderings And leave behind The common world Ooooh Ooooooh Oooooh RW Bailey, whoever you are, you are one stellar lyricist!

God I fucking love this song so much

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EXTREMELY RELEVANT SONG

Truer still in UK, Jan 2021

"Oh your O-! Wonderful!" I love it

🙂👍 Beautiful Trio! Thank you ❤️

I remember Kathy being very nice the few times I met her as a child, I’d like to see her again.

Does anybody know what Factory this is talking about I would actually like to research the history behind this if it's actually a real factory

Mr. Fish just described the U.S. general elections, 2020.

Why is this song not on Spotify

I'd actually pay money to see this turned into a movie.

Leslie Fish was a fixture at so many cons. Carmen Miranda's Ghost (is haunting space station three), The Tale of Jamie Dawson, and so many other classics out of filk manuals.

Listening to this song, the massive firework factory explosion in Beirut comes to mind... (Apparently, it blew out windows injuring people up to 37 miles away.)

Does anyone know the history of this song? Was this written in response to an actual disaster (current or past, at the time of writing), or was it purely a work of fiction?

I found it

I hope I’m half the man she is as it falls apart around us all.

this song hits different now

I guess the idea here is both that no one should take peace or prosperity for granted because death is as fickle in his timing as he is consistent with his work? Or something?

This really deserves a lot more views :-(

Just a little general hospital, in a little factory town. The board put me in charge for mainly keeping prices down. I hadn't touched a patient since 1982, But the day of the explosion I remembered what to do. At eleven in the morning, we all heard the factory blow. The blast took out the windows, and the shrapnel fell like snow. We could get no help from out of town for half a day or more. We had near a thousand casualties and beds for ninety-four. And can you keep your head, your backbone, or your heart? We all found out the answer on the day it fell apart. It was worse than combat medicine; supplies were draining fast. Bandages ran out and antiseptics wouldn't last. I took all the able-bodied I could catch inside the door And made them help the doctors to go scrounge supplies and more. I invented laws to tell them saying in such emergency Forget your usual job and boss, your orders come from me. I sent the cops to commandeer anything in reach: Food or disinfectant cloth or alcohol or bleach. The janitor ran cleanup squad, the cook maintained supplies, The garbageman removed the ones who died before our eyes. The clerks burned all our papers to boil water on the fire For sterilizing instruments, as the body count went higher. A local healthfood herbalist brought everything he had. The painkillers were useful, and the poultices weren't bad. A smack and cocaine pusher handed us his whole supply. The quality was lousy, but a few more didn't die. We did triage in the parking lot, ranked minor, major, grave. A sad-eyed fireman gave the stroke to those we couldn't save. Then sometime in the chaos, a director wandered in To tell us we were breaking rules, what trouble we'd be in. But if we'd swear the factory was not the fire's cause, And the harm was accidental, he'd forget the broken laws. The staff sneaked up and grabbed him, and tied him to a door. He gave them blood transfusions 'till he hadn't any more. (Musical interlude) When that day was over, and we'd saved all that we could, We saw that law and politics would hang us where we stood. We'd saved eight hundred lives but shattered all authority. I told them, "People, save yourselves, put all the blame on me." I took my books and instruments, and a few supplies beside, Packed my car and ran away to open countryside. So now I live an outlaw, condemned by righteous men, But for all the lives I saved that day ... I'd do it all again. And can you keep your head, your backbone, or your heart? You'll all find out the answers on the day it falls apart Source: Musixmatch

found this right before the coronavirus started aggressively happening, suddenly this seems presciently relevant...

nice song

Let's raise a glass to the Italian and Chinese doctors, learning the answers in these days as it falls apart.

Let’s hope that the applicability of this song is limited in the coming months... I don’t really want to live through the spring when everything fell apart. Edit: “coming months” was a really cute estimate

well, its falling apart. greetings from 2020.

I've been thinking about this song a lot lately