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Titre :The wreck of the Shenandoah
Compositeur(s) et-ou auteur(s) :Andrews, Maggie
Interprète(s) :Dalhart, Vernon
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Support d'enregistrement :Cylindre
Format :Blue Amberol (enregistrement acoustique)
Lieu d'enregistrement :Paris, France
Marque de fabrique, label :Edison
Numéro de catalogue :5078
Date de l'enregistrement :1925
Instruments :violin and guitar acc.
État :Exc++
Vitesse (tours/minute) :160
Matériel employé au transfert :Archéophone, pointe 78t sur Ortofon, Elberg MD12 : courbe flat, passe-bas 6kHz, Cedar X declick, decrackle, dehiss
Date du transfert :13-12-2013
Commentaires :L'USS Shenandoah était le premier des quatre ballons dirigeables de l'US Navy. Long de 207 m., il pesait 33 tonnes et pouvait atteindre les 110 km/h. Il prit son premier vol en 1923, et fut le permier dirigeable à traverser l'Amérique du Nord. Au cours de son 57e vol - organisé contre le gré de son capitaine, Zachary Lansdowne - Il fut détruit par un orage près de Caldwell, Ohio le 3 septembre 1925. Sur 43 membres d'équipage, 14 trouvèrent la mort, dont Lansdowne lui-même.
Texte du contenu :The wreck of the Shenadoah
Words and Music by Maggie Andrews
Copyright 1925 by Shapiro Bernstein & Company, Inc.

At four o'clock one evening
On a warm September day
A great and mighty airship
From Lakehurst flew away.

The mighty Shenandoah
The pride of all this land,
Her crew was of the bravest,
Captain Lansdowne in command.

The giant motors thundered
She proudly sailed along
Each man was at his station
Each heart was true and strong

They started for St. Louis
As day turned into night
With not a thought of danger
On that sad and fatal flight

At four o'clock next morning
The earth was far below
When a storm in all its fury
Gave her a fatal blow.

For hours they bravely struggled
They worked with all their might
But the storm could not be conquered
And the ship gave up the fight

Her side was torn asunder
Her cabin was torn down
The captain and his brave men
Went crashing to the ground.

And fourteen lives were taken
But they've not died in vain
Their names will live forever
Within the hall of fame.

In the little town of Greenville
A mother's watchful eye
Was waiting for the airship,
To see her son go by.

But alas her boy lay sleeping;
His last great flight was o'er.
He's gone to meet his Maker;
His ship will fly no more.

A loving wife and children
A mother's broken heart
They're mourning for their loved one
Since the storm tore them apart

But their faith will not be shaken
They'll see him bye and bye
They know he waits in heaven
Where the brave go when they die

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