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[livejournal.com profile] ctd posted his, and I'm a slave to peer pressure, so I'm gonna post mine too.

Last night's musical emergency was based on a relatively unknown Grimm Brothers' story called "The Devil and the Three Golden Hairs", and in one scene, Our Hero goes to Hell to see the Devil. The Devil, it turns out, isn't home, but his kindly and helpful grandmother is. This song is my attempt to explore the oddity of the Devil living at home with his kindly and helpful grandmother.

    Good Intentions
        Am                 C
    I remember like it was yesterday
        Dm              E
    The day my daughter ran away
              Am               C
    With that no-good man from down the road
        Dm               E
    Her standards always were so low
        Am                      C
    Nine months on, she was back again
     Dm              E
    Abandoned by her so-called man
    Am             C
    In her arms an infant son
       Dm              E
    I turned my back a moment
            Am   C
    She was gone
          Dm                E
    And I sang the boy this song...
    
          F                 G
            Wherever your desires may lead you
          C                  Am
            Whatever you may want to do
          F                 G
            You have everything you need to
          C                  Am
            Make it all come true for you
          F                 G
            Wherever your desires may take you
          C                  Am
            Whatever you may want to be
          F                  Dm               G
            Don't ever let a thing stand in between
          F              Am      C  Dm  E
            You and your dream
    
    I raised the boy, he grew strong and bright
    I swore this time I'd do it right
    I always told him, raise your sights
    Seek your dreams with all your might
    If you want something, go out and take it
    You can do it, I know you'll make it
    You can always win the fight
    Life is just an apple
    Take a bite
    And I sang the song each night...
    
        CHORUS
    
    I think it was at the age of ten
    He started tempting all his friends
    And by the time the boy was twelve
    He'd set his sights on ruling Hell
    He cursed the livestock, poisoned wells
    Gathered souls to buy and sell
    He's drowned the world with sin and vice
    And it's all thanks to Granny's
    Good advice
    I forgot to say be nice
    
        CHORUS
    

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