A sad story from the WWII about the group "White Rose".
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The White Rose Info
This is a wonderful example of the collaboration power here at IMW.
PVD (Paul Dempsey) wrote the lyric for this piece after reading a01Con linea01D about the group called the White Rose in Germany during WWII. They were a group of students at the University of Munich that mounted a campaign against the Third Reich by producing leaflets and distributing them throughout the campus. Their efforts were fatal. They were captured by the Gestapo after only six leaflets were produced and their main leaders were beheaded. The White Rose is still honored highly in Germany.Paul sent the lyric to me because he felt that I, being German, and my approach to topics from a a01Cserious perspectivea01D would do the lyric justice. And I certainly did.
I study about the White Rose on the Wikipedia Site and felt that the wonderful and true lyrics are excellent for my personally and seriously style. But never before I made a song about storys from the WWII. Which instruments I have to use for a WWII-song? I would make the right atmosphere and so on. I gave my best
Lyrics
The White Rose
©Lyric: Paul Dempsey / Music and Vocals: Serious-Music
(v1)
Somehow the clouds gathered
And hid the meaning of the sun
There was very little warmth
No one knew why it had begun
(v2)
Only a handful ever questioned
What was really taking place
Something was terribly wrong
That even time couldna019t erase
(chorus)
There were thoughts
They needed to oppose
There were wrongs
They needed to expose
They were the brave souls
Known as the white rose
(v3)
Truths outlined in leaflets
Positioned as a wake up call
Predicting the final outcome
That all the evil would fall
(bridge)
They had made the choice
To be the voice of their Fatherland
Although numbering a few
They knew what to do
They made their fatal stand
(chorus)
(outro)
As the wind blows and the Rhine flows
Let them carry the memory of the White Rose
Let them carry the memory of the White Rose