The Hyenas (Rudyard Kipling)

folk, merseybeat, bitter, mocking, philosophical, storytelling, fingerpicked guitar, DADGAD tuning, acoustic instruments, clean master, balanced levels, Dolby Atmos

Check out all of my Kipling songs at https://suno.com/playlist/e7734351-134d-4907-a64d-b7843d34d399 .

=== Basic Lyrics ===

After the burial-parties leave
  And the baffled kites have fled;
The wise hyaenas come out at eve
  To take account of our dead.

How he died and why he died
  Troubles them not a whit.
They snout the bushes and stones aside
  And dig till they come to it.

They are only resolute they shall eat
  That they and their mates may thrive,
And they know that the dead are safer meat
  Than the weakest thing alive.

"For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting,
  And a child will sometimes stand;
But a poor dead soldier of the King
  Can never lift a hand."

They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt
  Until their tooths of white
Take good hold of the army shirt,
  And tug the corpse to light,

And the pitiful face is shown again
  For an instant ere they close;
But it is not discovered to living men --
  Only to God and to those

Who being soulless, are free from shame,
  Whatever meat they may find.
Nor do they defile the dead man's name --
  for THAT is reserved for HIS kind.

=== Full Prompt ===

[Title: The Hyenas]
[Author: Rudyard Kipling (1919)]
[Style: folk, merseybeat, bitter, mocking, philosophical, storytelling]
[Vocals: Rough angry baritone, male voice]
[Engineering: clean master, balanced levels, Dolby Atmos]
[Instruments: fingerpicked guitar, DADGAD tuning, acoustic instruments]
[Influences: Tommy Makem, Dick Gaughan, Tom Lehrer]

[Verse 1]
After the burial-parties leave
  And the baffled kites have fled;
The wise hyaenas come out at eve
  To take account of our dead.

[Bridge 1]
How he died and why he died
  Troubles them not a whit.
They snout the bushes and stones aside
  And dig till they come to it.

[Verse 2]
They are only resolute they shall eat
  That they and their mates may thrive,
And they know that the dead are safer meat
  Than the weakest thing alive.

[Bridge 1]
"For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting,
  And a child will sometimes stand;
But a poor dead soldier of the King
  Can never lift a hand."

[Verse 3]
They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt
  Until their tooths of white
Take good hold of the army shirt,
  And tug the corpse to light,

[Verse 4]
And the pitiful face is shown again
  For an instant ere they close;
But it is not discovered to living men --
  Only to God and to those

[Bridge 4]
who Being soulless, are free from shame,
  Whatever meat they may find.
Nor do they defile the dead man's name --
  for THAT is reserved for HIS kind.

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Check out all of my Kipling songs at https://suno.com/playlist/e7734351-134d-4907-a64d-b7843d34d399 . === Basic Lyrics === After the burial-parties leave And the baffled kites have fled; The wise hyaenas come out at eve To take account of our dead. How he died and why he died Troubles them not a whit. They snout the bushes and stones aside And dig till they come to it. They are only resolute they shall eat That they and their mates may thrive, And they know that the dead are safer meat Than the weakest thing alive. "For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting, And a child will sometimes stand; But a poor dead soldier of the King Can never lift a hand." They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt Until their tooths of white Take good hold of the army shirt, And tug the corpse to light, And the pitiful face is shown again For an instant ere they close; But it is not discovered to living men -- Only to God and to those Who being soulless, are free from shame, Whatever meat they may find. Nor do they defile the dead man's name -- for THAT is reserved for HIS kind. === Full Prompt === [Title: The Hyenas] [Author: Rudyard Kipling (1919)] [Style: folk, merseybeat, bitter, mocking, philosophical, storytelling] [Vocals: Rough angry baritone, male voice] [Engineering: clean master, balanced levels, Dolby Atmos] [Instruments: fingerpicked guitar, DADGAD tuning, acoustic instruments] [Influences: Tommy Makem, Dick Gaughan, Tom Lehrer] [Verse 1] After the burial-parties leave And the baffled kites have fled; The wise hyaenas come out at eve To take account of our dead. [Bridge 1] How he died and why he died Troubles them not a whit. They snout the bushes and stones aside And dig till they come to it. [Verse 2] They are only resolute they shall eat That they and their mates may thrive, And they know that the dead are safer meat Than the weakest thing alive. [Bridge 1] "For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting, And a child will sometimes stand; But a poor dead soldier of the King Can never lift a hand." [Verse 3] They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt Until their tooths of white Take good hold of the army shirt, And tug the corpse to light, [Verse 4] And the pitiful face is shown again For an instant ere they close; But it is not discovered to living men -- Only to God and to those [Bridge 4] who Being soulless, are free from shame, Whatever meat they may find. Nor do they defile the dead man's name -- for THAT is reserved for HIS kind.

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