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[00:38.530]I'll give you a song about Edward The Young,
[00:42.693]Lived in the day by the might of his tongue,
[00:46.862]Working his words in the markets of song,
[00:50.630]Never dividing the right from the wrong.
[00:54.977]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[00:59.047]Broke every promise he profited from.
[01:03.173]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[01:08.819]Never remaining to reap what would come.
[01:15.591]He traveled the world on mountain & sea,
[01:20.003]Spending his riches as soon as could be,
[01:24.166]Eating the finest of flesh & of vine,
[01:28.112]Drinking of many a better man's wine,
[01:32.113]Wiping his chin on the finest of sleeves,
[01:36.002]But never misjudging the moment to leave.
[01:40.188]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[01:44.634]People would swear he was lucky or dumb.
[01:48.966]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[01:55.607]Always too late would they see what he'd done.
[02:02.871]For many a year lived he in this way,
[02:07.446]Never a landlord or bill did he pay,
[02:11.172]Til some fateful judgment did Edward befall,
[02:15.494]& this is the tale I'll relate to you all.
[02:19.660]It was in the summer just after the war,
[02:23.736]With all of the sailors returning to shore,
[02:27.755]& Edward was neatly ensconced & ensnared,
[02:32.019]In love & in debt of a war widow's care.
[02:36.489]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[02:40.853]Sooner or later 'twas sure bound to come.
[02:45.166]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[02:51.199]This is the way that his way was undone.
[02:58.667]Her name was Lucia, she lived in the town,
[03:02.798]& thinking her husband was deep underground,
[03:07.132]She opened her cupboards & opened her thighs,
[03:11.282]That wily young Edward might eat what's inside.
[03:15.451]Her offer he took for a good many weeks,
[03:19.683]But then early one morning the hallway did creak,
[03:24.007]& there in the dark of the bed chamber's door
[03:28.392]Stood the tall form of her man from the war.
[03:33.009]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[03:37.355]Back from the war did his reckoning come.
[03:41.750]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[03:48.229]Caught with another man's wife on his tongue.
[03:56.754]"My husband Rudolfo", did Lucia cry.
[04:00.970]"I thought in the trenches of France did you die."
[04:04.559]But answer her not did the man in the door,
[04:08.192]but turned his attention to Ed on the floor.
[04:11.300]He said, "For many a year I have fought in the war,
[04:15.306]& after the armistice came back to shore.
[04:19.003]Returning to tend to my false hearted wife,
[04:22.699]I planned to resign her the rest of my life.
[04:26.351]But now you have taken my wife in my bed,
[04:30.105]& so I will leave you with her in my stead.
[04:33.806]But I'll make you this promise: that e're you should leave
[04:37.854]The side of Lucia, your manhood I'll cleave.”
[04:43.392]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[04:47.961]Seems that his race has been finally run.
[04:52.810]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[04:59.560]All of his rambling days are now done.
[05:49.119]& so Edward lives in her house to this day,
[05:53.955]Working & slaving his whole life away,
[05:58.354]No longer roaming, no longer free,
[06:02.245]Til Edward will deadwardly finally be.
[06:07.136]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[06:11.542]Now that his ladder has run out of rungs.
[06:16.278]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[06:28.087]He would be pleased that his song is still sung.
[06:46.077]My name is Lucia, the wife in that song.
[06:49.828]You may not remember, I wasn't there long.
[06:53.123]I spoke but a word & then nevermore
[06:56.237]& functioned therein more or less as a whore:
[06:59.679]Partly a lover, partly a wife,
[07:02.322]But never allotted a brain or a life.
[07:05.456]So much is expected, for when women are writ
[07:08.418]By the hand of a man they aren't more than a tit,
[07:11.933]To feed on, to fight for, to bind & betray
[07:15.391]To dream of, & flee from, with nothing to say.
[07:19.680]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[07:23.575]Typical man in a typical song.
[07:27.248]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[07:32.315]Punished for keeping a woman too long.
[07:39.003]If women must serve as a mere conduit
[07:42.584]For men to relate to each other, I quit.
[07:46.064]So finish the story of Edward alone,
[07:49.750]I'll head off & write me a song of my own.
[07:53.626]Lucia's free, Lucia's free,
[07:57.230]Out from beneath all you misogyny.
[08:00.908]Lucia's free, Lucia's free,
[08:05.985]Tired of being a male fantasy.
[08:12.746]But this is all bullshit, this woman's complaint,
[08:16.638]Writ by a man who is far from a saint.
[08:20.080]He thought he could cleverly rewrite his wrongs
[08:23.422]By refusing to end this ridiculous song.
[08:26.980]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[08:31.028]Thinly disguising my own mother's son.
[08:35.311]Edward The Young, Edward The Young,
[08:40.191]Now is the time when the song's really done.