I know it's been months, but here's another chapter/poem/thing.


I'm not like Austria.

I've never had a genius composer

That had stunned the world

And their music is still played

Hundreds of years later.

I don't spend time

playing instruments,

But a long time ago

back when I was actually

raised by my siblings

that's precisely how long ago it was

I sang.

I didn't even do it alone.

We sang together

There weren't any words

There weren't any lyrics

There was just a melody between us

and an excellent harmony in our voices.

Then Rome came,

And war came,

And the Anglos came

And the Saxons came

And the Vikings came.

I stopped singing.

I wailed but I did not sing.

The bards sang for me

sometimes it even seemed like

it was me singing

Those songs in particular have persisted.

Then the ever lovely Queen Elizabeth

Set me loose upon the sea

Set me free.

And I sang with my men

the shanties of the sea.

I sang so often and so many

That I can hardly

Remember them all

but I enjoyed it so much

and I liked every one of them.

Then I was hauled back

by my collar to court.

Like some caught dog

and so soon after I

Lost America as well.

I had no reason to sing

Shanties any longer.

Hollowed of happiness and voice.

Despite all of the wonderful

Music and Operas

being performed by

the other nations

I didn't like any of them.

They didn't interest me

the way the simpler songs had.

For decades, centuries

It stayed that way.

I felt gray and the blood spilt

and land lost left me

Beneath a cloud of rain

Then I heard something

That made me want to dance

made me want to belt

I couldn't sit still.

Ironically it came from America.

The scandalously new rock 'n' roll.

I loved every single bit of it.

I taught myself guitar

and the Beatles took center stage

with the British Invasion.

They were so surprised,

Their faces at the sound of it

and I hadn't even realized that

they hadn't ever heard me

sing before.

I sang even though I

wasn't what I had been,

but it didn't matter

because I just loved to hear it

and coincidently live it.

Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll

Pirate radio on the waves

Classic rock, punk, and heavy metal

Blasting from the speakers

Thrumming in my chest

Sweating from lights, dance, and bodies

Screaming myself hoarse

Having fun till the light of day

Blistering fingertips and lost picks

Playing the perfect riffs

Singing whatever I wanted

Acting however I wanted

Bending every damn rule I could

I wouldn't have minded losing my hearing

So long as it stayed in my head.

Best of all her majesty

Did Not Approve.

I've calmed down since then

obviously

but I haven't given it up.

Andrew Lloyd Weber

has given me at least some

credit outside the world

of rock 'n' roll.

but that's not the real accomplishment

It's the singers.

Most recently and spectacularly

Adele

She blows me away

every single time.

She's not the only one

and for that I'm grateful.

They all sound amazing

but so different

The emotions sincere

they can turn wordless syllables

Into a song

Just the way we used to

and I can't stop listening.

I don't ever want to stop

Singing again.

Pouring my soul into lyrics

and my heart into melody.

I don't think I will.

Maybe the day will come when

my siblings and I

can sing together once more

something heartbreakingly

Beautiful.


I don't really like this one as much as the others, but I can't figure out how to fix it. If I think of something better I'll replace it. I, also, feel like it's really long and a bit fanboy-ish...

Anyways, this chapter is about England's musical ability. England is most certainly not known for its classical composers like Austria and Germany are. There are a few surviving English melodies from long ago though. I don't know any sea shanties, English pirates and sailors are both known for them (or at least I think they are). Then after the end of World War II comes America with Rock and Roll and England just jumps right in. There is absolutely no surpassing the Beatles in classic rock and roll. The Clash is considered the epitome of punk rock. Led Zeppelin was the starter of heavy metal. England suddenly found a type of music he was good at. There are also a number of fantastic female singers that hail from England. England's' siblings are mentioned because there are a number of good British bands that aren't English, and for the character and non country part of it. Please review!