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| Unknown Artists - Sad Tale of the Beauxhommes
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(::STORYTELLER::)
The Sad Tale of the Beauxhommes.
A history lesson!
(::STORYTELLER::)
The boy's name was Daniel. Daniel
Beauxhomme. A boy from another world.
Another people. A people descended for the
French.
(::MEN::)
Some say...
Some say...
Some say...
Some say...
(::WOMEN::)
Some say...
Some say...
Some say...
Some say...
(::STORYTELLER::)
Four generations past
In the time of Napoleon
There came to this island
A Frenchman, Armand.
(::All::)
Armand!
(::ARMAND::)
Armand!
(::STROYTELLER::)
And he built a great fortune
And he built a grand mansion
And he wed a fine lady
So pale and so blonde
(::MADAME ARMAND::)
Armand!
(::MADAME ARMAND::)
But Armand took his pleasure
With the women who served him
Black peasant girls from
The village beyond
(::TWO WOMEN::)
Armand!
(::STORYTELLER::)
And the loveliest one
Bore the Frenchman a son
Such a fine peasant son
(::ARMAND::)
For Armand!
(::WOMAN::)
A beautiful child.
The pale color
of coffee mixed with cream.
(::ALL::)
The beautiful one, the beautiful son
Beauxhomme
(::STORYTELLER::)
They named him:
(::ALL::)
Beauxhomme
The beautiful one, the beautiful son
Beauxhomme
(::STORYTELLER::)
And the boy grew to be a man
And the great war began.
(::ALL::)
Blacks fought against French
And the hated Napoleon
They fought for their island
And finally won
(::Men (--Not Armand--)::)
We Won!
We Won!
(::BEAUXHOMME::)
We Won!
(::BEAUXHOMME::)
And Armand sailed for France
By the seat of his pants
Driven out by his beautiful son!
(::ALL::)
The beautiful
One
The beautiful
Son
Beauxhomme,
Beauxhomme
(::BEAUXHOMME::)
What was his
is now mine!
The Beautiful
One
The beautiful
Son
Beauxhomme!
(::BEAUXHOMME::)
Beauxhomme!
(::STORYTELLERS::)
But Armand left behind a terrible,
terrible curse.
I curse my son
(::ARMAND::)
I curse my only son!
(::STORYTELLERS::)
I curse his sons
(::ARMAND::)
All of his sons!
(::STORYTELLERS::)
Generations
(::ARAMAND::)
All Beauxhomme yet unborn!
(::STORYTELLERS::)
In advance
(::ARMAND::)
Your black blood
will keep you
forever on this
island...
While your hearts
yearn forever
for France!
(::STORYTELLERS::)
The unlucky one, the unlucky son
Beauxhomme, Beauxhomme.
From bad blood to worse
The name of the curse:
Beauxhomme.
The despise us for our blackness,
It reminds them where they're from
The sad, sad tale
Of the Beauxhomme!
Beauxhomme!
(::TI MOUNE::)
Tonton, he needs me! Without me, he'll die!
(::MAMA::)
He will not want you, Ti Moune!
(::TI MOUNE::)
Please, Mama. Please Tonton. Give me your
blessing and let me go. I will go to him!
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