Jaynestown: A Browncoat Ballad

Jaynestown

A Browncoat Ballad 

Canton, the land of the mudders

They make lots of mud

And take home zero cash

The crew pretends to barter

While the doctor stumbles and stutters

Now they’re face to face

With a contradicting statue

Of a man undeserving

The big one’s great shame

Away from the statue with the following eyes

The companion arrives at her next meeting

And the shepherd attends

To his strictly logical

Flock of one

Back in Canton

The crew is met with unexpected news

And then the music is played

The song of unjust praise

The big one took no notice

Of the mudders’ plight

All them years ago

He doesn’t deserve the praise of a hero

But perhaps it can be advantageous

The flock of one flees in fear

Of the over abundance of hair atop the shepherd’s head

The companion sends an overbearing father

Away from the sacred place of union

We come now

To the bridge of this here folk song

The captain has a plan

To make use of the big one’s lies

But it can’t be that easy

Not with the truth of that past

Ready to rear his ugly mug

With the inevitable price

Of past mistakes

Let loose upon the civilized doctor

The companion must use her newest client

To save the crew

The people honor their false hero

And, for once, he feels uneasy with dishonesty

The words he shares

They’re short, but they have a ring to them

That ringing is the truth

As now it comes out

From the ugly past, holding the gun

And everyone’s attention

In a moment of traumatizing sacrifice

There’s no hiding from the past

Not when your present stands in carved contradiction

The false hero knows this now to be certain

And the lying idol must be toppled

Yet, sometimes it’s not your self-perception

That matters as much

As what your image can be made to mean

By those that need it

To mean everything they believe