Hey everyone, this is a song I wrote for English class on January 31, 2011. I apologize for my singing voice - it may not sound that great. I hope you enjoy this! And like half of the last note gets cut off :|
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VERSE: When Macbeth heard the three predictions from the witches, he knew then and there he wanted all the riches. He thought that the witches told three lies, but Macbeth was shocked to know the Thane of Cawdor wasn't alive. Prediction number one came true right away. Macbeth wanted to be King by today. By today.
CHORUS: Duncan's gone and now Banquo's dead. Macbeth, what has gotten into your head? Malcolm's in England and Fleance fled. Macbeth, what were you thinking?
VERSE: Lady Macbeth convinced her hubby that killing people should be their new hobby. "Be a man," she said. Macbeth was on the fence, but he agreed that at supper time their plan would commence. When guards and king were out cold, Macbeth went to fulfill the predictions foretold. Duncan was dead at the flick of his knife. Macbeth ran downstairs to tell his wife.
TO CHORUS
VERSE: Macbeth was King of Scotland, but his life wasn't grand. Lady M and he lived miserably. He was beginning to go a little crazy. He sent two men to kill Banquo and when, they returned Macbeth had learned that Fleance had turned away in time. To the witches Macbeth would run, to find out if his killing spree was done.
TO CHORUS
VERSE: Three apparitions told Macbeth predictions not totally dependable. This info made the tyrant feel invincible. "How silly it would be if the woods came walking toward me. And no one born of a woman's womb can send me to my tomb." Oh Macbeth was confident that he would never be silenced.
BRIDGE: Beware Macduff. He's had enough. Scotland knows Macbeth killed off all his foes. Beware Macduff. They brought the woods up to your doors. Beware Macduff. He's had enough! "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
CHORUS 2: Now Macbeth is dead; they crowned Malcolm's head. Macbeth listened to what the witches said. Now he's got nothing and no one mourned. Macduff won cause he wasn't woman-born. Macbeth's got nothing; no one mourned.
Love that Accordion-style sound on the keyboard!
BalooRJ 1 year ago
@BalooRJ Strings actually lol.
ThatHufflepuffGirl 1 year ago