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The Charge of the Light Brigade
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Matchbox Twenty / Phil Collins / Meat Loaf - styled rock-pop anthem, based on the poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
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Songwriter specializing in modern rock, country, easy listening and pop music.
I'm a songwriter with a wide variety of influences. I am currently seeking a publisher for one or more of my songs. Though I focus on commercially viable Country/Rock and Adult Contemporary, my wide range of infuences ensures that on any given CD of my work, there's something for all tastes in music.
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Genre
Rock • Rock General
Charts
Peak #591
Peak in subgenre #129
Author
Capers Simmons
Rights
2005
Uploaded
April 19, 2005
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
The Charge of the Light Brigade By Alfred, Lord Tennyson Music ©2005 Capers Simmons 1. Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! "Charge for the guns!" he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 2. "Forward, the Light Brigade!" Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Someone had blunder'd: Their's not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. 3. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. 4. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd. Then they rode back, but not Not the six hundred. 5. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell, They that had fought so well Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred. 6. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred.
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