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This would be the blog of one Marshall J. Wise or "Marsh" to my friends -- it's "Marshall" to the company or others who know me not. If you are friend, then 'tis Marsh. Anywho, this be just my thoughts and bloviations on life, reenacting, the world and other thoughtless provoking crap. Yes, I am a reenactor, yes, I own reenactor.Net... Remember: work to live, not live to work.

*(and yes, look up the word bloviate on google)

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Name: Marsh Wise
Location: Chambersburg, Colony of Penna, United States

Hmmm, "about me" huh? It's kind of boring. I'm a truck driver hauling U.S. Mail for a Postal Contractor. Reenacting Lessee, I am into reenacting... WWI, WWII and Roman. Doing the first two, I portray a German (no, I don't care one bit if you're offended), in the last, I do a 1st Century Roman impression. I find the Roman Empire fascinating. r.Net I have owned reenactor.Net (the biggest reenactor website on the planet) since 1998 and am constantly trying to make it better (for that, I really need 37 hour days). One good thing about r.Net is it allows me to meet and know a lot of really great and nice people who's knowledge just leaves me floored. How I think... Do you really care about how I think? I'm kind of a dork... If you read the blog, you'll see how I think (or don't think, if you listen to a lot of people).

Monday, May 12, 2008

One More Song That I Find Haunting

I've read about it, but some of this song sure makes you think and just has a real haunting quality to it. And of course, that's the purpose of the lyrics isn't it — and it's done SO well in this song. What's weird is that Garth Brooks won't let his stuff be on iTunes... so I bought a version by Dan Roberts (one of the composers of the song). Guess what, I think I like Dan Robert's version better :-0

This is not the first time Mr. Brooks has done something like this... he was one of the movers trying to make it so artists got a cut off of USED CD's >:-( I'm all for artist's rights, but come on... if I buy a used car, Ford shouldn't get a cut! He'd get more sympathy in his battles (as most of HATE the record labels for Killing Napster) if he'd realize his fans are not his enemies.


The Beaches of Cheyenne

They packed up all his buckles
And shipped his saddle to his dad
And by the way the house looked
She must have took it bad
The workers come on Monday
To fix the door and patch the wall
They say she just went crazy
The night she got the call

He was up in Wyoming
And drew a bull no man could ride
He promised her he'd turn out
Well it turned out that he lied
And their dreams that they'd been livin'
In the California sand
Died right there beside him in Cheyenne

They she just went crazy
Screamin' out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That if you go down by the water
You'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

They never found her body
Just her diary by her bed
It told about the fight they had
And the words that she had said
When he told her he was ridin'
She said then I don't give a damn
If you never come back from Cheyenne

They she just went crazy
Screamin' out his name
She ran out into the ocean
And to this day they claim
That you can go down by the water
And see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

Nobody can explain it
Some say she's still alive
They even claim they've seen her
On the shoreline late at night
So if you go down by the water
You'll see her footprints in the sand
'Cause every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

Yes every night she walks the beaches of Cheyenne

1 Comments:

Blogger Kimmer said...

That one is haunting, too.
Melancholy would describe it as well.

Monday, May 12, 2008 2:41:00 AM EDT  

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