Dig Deeper (the mine)

There is a mountain on the coast by the sea. What songs echo off of its shores to you? Tunes sung heartily by workers to get through the day? Mysterious melodies about ancient legends? A song about daily life in the port city near the mountain? I have this collaborative for a reason; show your creativity!

*If you just want to read the song, skip the parentheses)

(The steady sound of clanking pickaxes begins as the miners in the mountain begin another work day. The sun is not yet up; the men are fatigued from lack of sleep. The first miner begins to sing a steady tune in a deep, gruff voice as he trudges into the mine in the mountain. Others soon join in, the continuous ring of vibrating picks the beat to their song.)

Faster... Stronger...

Working harder, working longer...

Come on men, you know what to do!
Don't let fatigue and ash break you
Work through the day, get the job done
You can rest at the light of the setting sun...

Faster... Stronger...

Working harder, working longer...

Don't give up now! Our wills must not fail
Attack that stone, gather up that shale!
We work in the pitch-black veil of dark
In the depths of the earth, we leave our mark...

Faster... Stronger...

Working harder, working longer...

(The overseer yells at the miners to work more quickly. Their singing gets progressively faster.)

Mine... Deeper..!

Steal that mountain, and then we'll keep her...

In this mine, there's only one way to go
Keep hitting that stone-- heave ho, heave ho!
We mine down, into the depths of the unknown
The riches of the earth are ours to own!

Mine... Deeper!

Steal that mountain, and then we'll keep her!

(The overseer finally blows his whistle. The work day is over, but the miners give no shout of joy; the only change to their song is that there is no more steady beat of pickaxes, and the miners, exhausted and sweating from the day's work, slowly sing and walk back up to the surface.)

We drag our feet back up out of the mine,
The belly of the beast, thief of all our time.
The moon shines now, gone is the light
Another day spent in nothing but night...

(All is silent during the 5 hours the miners sleep. Again, they wake up before the sun, more or less ready to begin working again...)

...

Faster...

Stronger...

Working harder...

Working longer...

(Those lines continue to echo outside of the mine long after the miners have vanished down into the black cave, eventually fading to a whisper, then stopping altogether. Everyone else is enjoying the warm sun. The miners continue to labor in darkness.)

 

The End

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