Lirik Lagu My Captivity By Savages - Rasputina
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This is "The Story of My Captivity by Savages," or "How I Learned to Fight"by Eliza Elizabeth Cook, age 13Written in my own hand on this, the 23rd day of August, 1829.
Chapter one.
"Fine Day for a Flaying," or "The Brutal Massacre of All I Held Dear."
The valley that runs down the trail over the west bank of the glorious state of Natchez-PierceWas the site of my own hideous undoing.My whole family was lain waste, no care taken by the natives that even baby Coolidge was to be spared an ounce of pain.How I came to be spared, by the grace of God, I shall never know.
I had been smashed in the head with a boulder over fourteen times by a young Indian brave.When I awoke, with eyes still stinging from the smouldering decimation, my large blue eyes looked up into the burning sun of the late summer sky.No sooner had I stirred when four horsemen approached my wilted carcass.In their stilted English, they told me in great detail how they had massacred mine own Ma and Pa,How my elder brother Ham had given no resistance to his own flogging,And how easy it had been to make my sickly sister, Sarah Susanna, wail and sob like a sea creature. (Boo hoo!)
I clenched my long, graceful fingers into tight fists at my sides, and turning my head away,Laughed quietly to myself. (Ha ha ha!) If these human animals believed that they had captured a nubile and willing young white slave girl, they were sorely mistaken.
I felt about my waist for a weapon. Oftentimes, I kept sewing tools hanging from ribbons pinned to my dress."Looking for this?" the handsomest warrior asked, holding my sterling pinking shears up between two red fingers as he looked down from his steed at my writhing confusion.
Brushing a strand of pale yellow hair from my brow, I pretended to reach for a stray silken slipper that I had spied nearby, but swiftly darted up and in between the flanks of the wild mustangs that stood majestically before me!
The silent commander had only to reach down to capture me by
Chapter one.
"Fine Day for a Flaying," or "The Brutal Massacre of All I Held Dear."
The valley that runs down the trail over the west bank of the glorious state of Natchez-PierceWas the site of my own hideous undoing.My whole family was lain waste, no care taken by the natives that even baby Coolidge was to be spared an ounce of pain.How I came to be spared, by the grace of God, I shall never know.
I had been smashed in the head with a boulder over fourteen times by a young Indian brave.When I awoke, with eyes still stinging from the smouldering decimation, my large blue eyes looked up into the burning sun of the late summer sky.No sooner had I stirred when four horsemen approached my wilted carcass.In their stilted English, they told me in great detail how they had massacred mine own Ma and Pa,How my elder brother Ham had given no resistance to his own flogging,And how easy it had been to make my sickly sister, Sarah Susanna, wail and sob like a sea creature. (Boo hoo!)
I clenched my long, graceful fingers into tight fists at my sides, and turning my head away,Laughed quietly to myself. (Ha ha ha!) If these human animals believed that they had captured a nubile and willing young white slave girl, they were sorely mistaken.
I felt about my waist for a weapon. Oftentimes, I kept sewing tools hanging from ribbons pinned to my dress."Looking for this?" the handsomest warrior asked, holding my sterling pinking shears up between two red fingers as he looked down from his steed at my writhing confusion.
Brushing a strand of pale yellow hair from my brow, I pretended to reach for a stray silken slipper that I had spied nearby, but swiftly darted up and in between the flanks of the wild mustangs that stood majestically before me!
The silent commander had only to reach down to capture me by
