时间：2026-02-06
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I didn't mean to bother you,
but I've never heard a song so true.
Oh, I'm just taking in the view.
Yes, this old fiddle is still good as new.
Monkey play de fiddle mek baboon dance
she'll mess up my plans if I give her the chance
Just a moment please my dear,
a small request while you're still here.
Ma'am, I wish that I could stay,
but I really must get on my way.
Just this log, it won't take long,
a few minutes for one so strong.
My home is just further down the way,
I promise...I can even pay.
No need.
Indeed, and once we have agreed,
I'll give you something you will need.
I've travelled this road a while my dear,
enough to know more than I hear.
Your eyes give your heart away,
and there's wisdom in this head of grey.
So, if you're hoping to enlist,
there is a way I can assist.
Stronger men have been turned back
and I know the one thing they all lack.
What's that?
A hand?
--there's plenty of time to chat.
What more could I possibly need,
isn't it the same blood that all men bleed?
It is, and yours pumps like a raging storm.
Come, we'll get you in that uniform.
The man nods and seals the deal,
wondering what she might reveal.
Off they go into the night,
already giving way to morning light.
The path is rough and never ending
and he begins to feel the load he's bearing,
but just before he can protest,
they arrive at her home, a shack at best.
set it down by your feet
won't you have something to eat?
A promise made, a promise kept
There is no time to accept
There's plenty enough for two
rest a while you'll get what's due
And so they sit for a meal,
as time spins on like a wheel.
First rice and peas, brown stew chicken
the sights and scents of his mother's kitchen.
Then with coco bread as soft as foam
the devil serves him a taste of home.
By the time the food is done,
the man's fears are all but gone.
He's rested and softened to her charm,
by now he is sure she'll do no harm.
Suddenly he rises, gathering his things
a bell in his head, the memory rings.
My God! the day is all but gone
I'll miss my chance if I don't head on
The Devil rises from her chair
and pulls her fiddle from thin air
Your fiddle?
What is this, some strange riddle?
I promised that I would help you,
so take this before I bid you adieu.
Everything you will need is here,
in the music that touches the ear.
What are you saying?
Too much talking, when you should be playing.
He sets his fingers to the string
and suddenly he hears it ring.
A melody begins to rise,
much to the soldier's surprise.
He knows every inch of the instrument,
and time stands still in that moment
What dark magic is this?
A single note I did not miss.
I've never touched this thing before.
Surely, there must be something more.
The instrument is pure, it cannot lie,
only reveals the players"why".
So if you play and your heart is earnest,
it will give what you hold dearest.
Its charm is strong, its magic potent,
it calls forever into a moment,
causing a thousand men to stand
for the one who holds it in his hand.
The music's charm hangs in the air
and traps the soldier in its snare.
A man in a trance, he accepts the gift,
and tries to make his departure swift.
as night fades into a new day dawning,
he dissolves into the cold morning.
