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Song a week 9 - The Ballad of Lincoln Beachy

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I’ve got a cold this week so I haven’t recorded the singing for this song but I’ve written it and I’ll record it as soon as I get my voice back. It’s a song about an American aviator. He was one of the most famous stunt pilots in the early 1900’s but is not well known anymore. I heard his story from this podcast by Radio Lab

Edit: I’ve posted the song now. It features fine vocal work from Kirk Pearson and Julia Egan from La Guardia School Of The Arts. You can hear some of their music at New Music Ensemble

Lincoln was a young boy
Not like the other boys
He spent his time staring at the sky
Launched his bike down the steepest hills
No brakes, just a strong will
Dreaming of the day he would fly

Will they remember me? Will they remember me for my great deeds? Will they remember me? Or will I be forgotten?

Lincoln Beachy thought it was a dream
To go up to heaven in a flying machine
His parents said no it was too unsafe
He’d made up his mind he’d go anyway

He left school he had one goal
To be a pilot at an air show
He became a mechanic to work on the planes
One day the star pilot got sick
They asked the staff “can anyone hold a stick”
Lincoln got his shot at fame

18 years young he’d flown this plane
At the crack of dawn when no-one was awake
He brought it up to speed and into the sky
3000 feet above the ground
His engines stalled, there was no sound
He fell into a spin that no-one had survived

Will they remember me? Will they remember me for my great deeds? Will they remember me? Or will I be forgotten?

Lincoln Beachy thought it was a dream
To go up to heaven in a flying machine
His machine broke down and down he fell
He broke out of the spin and made it to the ground

He became a famous pilot that day
Everybody soon learned his name
He had girlfriends from coast to coast
He was a stunt pilot of a different kind
He had no fear just like as a child
Cheated death like he was a ghost

Will they remember me? Will they remember me for my great deeds? Will they remember me? Or will I be forgotten?

Lincoln Beachy thought it was a dream
To go up to heaven in a flying machine
All his life he’d wanted fame
He found it now, flying a plane

In San Francisco the sun was high Flying a new plane, a new design
Pointed the plane into the sun
The metal struts couldn’t take the strain
The wings began to tear away
Everything came undone

Lincoln Beachy thought it was a dream
To go up to heaven in a flying machine
The machine went down and down he fell Did he make it to heaven, we’ll never tell

Will they remember me? Will they remember me for my great deeds? Will they remember me? Or will I be forgotten like Lincoln Beachy?