13 Musical Snapshots™ of the American Revolution
plus two bonus selections
13 Musical Snapshots™ of the American Revolution
The Soundtrack of Independence
A personal journey into the heart of the American Revolution
History is more than a chronicle of the past; it's a living, breathing heartbeat. While textbooks provide the essential framework, Road to Liberty provides a visceral, street-level view of key events that forged our nation. By personalizing the struggle through vivid Musical Snapshots™, abstract concepts are transformed into an immediate, human experience — hopefully igniting a lifelong curiosity for the American story.
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The American Revolution
the complete experience
Washington’s Final Testament
Each selection includes a preamble by George Washington
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01. New World
Stamp Act
Washington’s Final Testament: Introduction
December 12, 1799. Mount Vernon.
After five grueling hours overseeing his estate on horseback in a freezing winter storm, George Washington returns home. He is chilled to the bone, caked in ice and snow. Ever the man of duty, he refuses to change, choosing instead to sit for dinner with his wife in his cold, sodden clothes.
It is only afterward, warmed by a roaring fire and dry clothes provided by Martha, that the General begins to speak. In this final, reflective evening, he delivers a series of "preambles" — deeply personal reminisces on the Revolutionary War that precede the 15 songs of this collection.
By the time he retires to bed, the day’s exposure has taken its toll. Within forty-eight hours, the father of our country would be gone. This is his final look back; this is Washington’s Final Testament.
"When the British Parliament passed the Stamp Act in March of 1765, they thought they were settling a war debt. Instead, they were triggering a public outrage that would reshape a continent. Initially, the colonial response was a slow burn of printed pamphlets and secret tavern meetings. By August, the simmer reached a boiling point in the streets of Boston, and the colonies realized their rights could no longer be requested. They had to be claimed."
The spark was lit in London town, a heavy tax to weigh us down
on every sheet a fee was set, to pay the empire's growing debt
No voice to speak, no jury trial, just a ruling from a distant isle
No fairness for the ones who fight, no voice to speak for what is right
no seat within the House to hear, no help to calm our growing fear
No tax without our own consent! Across the sea the message went
just let us walk our separate way, in the new world we create
The Sons of Liberty arose, harassing all the royal foes
the merchants joined to take a stand, with boycotts spread across the land
The pressure made the Chamber yield, and grant the colonies' appeal
No tax without our own consent! Across the sea the message went
just let us walk our separate way, in the new world we create
They pulled the Act but kept the sting, a message from a stubborn King
to bind us with a royal seal, no matter how the people feel
In every case and every way, the Crown would have the final say
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02. Battle Cry
Boston Massacre
“The repeal of the Stamp Act in 1766 was a deceptive victory. It was immediately replaced by a chilling decree that Parliament held absolute power to bind the colonies ‘in all cases whatsoever.’ This shift from taxing paper to claiming total authority brought four regiments of Redcoats to the streets of Boston in 1768. For eighteen months, the city was a pressure cooker of civilian resentment and military occupation, a standoff where the friction of daily life was destined to strike a spark.”
The frigid wind in Boston blew, as Redcoat troops came into view
with bitter tempers, shortened fuse, a desperate, deadly fray ensued
Snow and clubs met steel and lead, five colonials soon were dead
Their blood was turned to battle cry, united in a common fight
beyond the tax, a deeper rage, a flame the Crown could not contain
As martyr blood on cobbles dried, when mob demanded eye for an eye
John Adams stood for what was right, to let the law and truth apply
When snow and clubs met steel and lead five colonials soon were dead
Their blood was turned to battle cry, united in a common fight
beyond the tax, a deeper rage, a flame the Crown could not contain
Through the colonies rang the sound of independent voices found
uniting in a common cause, a new foundation, different laws
Their blood was turned to battle cry, united in a common fight
beyond the tax, a deeper rage, a flame the Crown could not contain
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03. A Protest
Boston Tea Party
“Following the Massacre, a tense three-year calm settled over the colonies. Then the British Parliament passed the Tea Act in 1773, a strategic move designed to bail out the struggling East India Company. To the Patriots, the issue wasn't the price of "bohea" tea. It was about the British having a monopoly. One December night that year, a well-organized group of patriots boarded English ships in Boston Harbor. Some were vaguely disguised as Native Americans. In a disciplined manner, they dumped 342 chests of tea into the salt water. Thousands of Bostonians watched the defiance from the wharves.”
The patriots of Boston town, no words upon their lips
Disguised as natives crept aboard the English bohea ships
The Sons of Liberty arose, to give the King his due
The eloquence of axe to chest, turned bay to frothy brew
Thousands witnessed from the wharf, the solemn pantomime
A party that would be henceforth, known as a protest, not a crime
A powder keg, the fuse was lit, the British lion roared
But every tax and tyrant’s law, would be answered with the sword
Thousands witnessed from the wharf, the solemn pantomime
A party that would be henceforth, known as a protest, not a crime
The thunder clouds of coming war, more certain than before
Were moving rapidly toward, the shot heard 'round the world
Thousands witnessed from the wharf, the solemn pantomime
A party that would be henceforth, known as a protest, not a crime
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04. Americans Forevermore
First Continental Congress
“The Crown’s response to the destruction of the tea was swift and brutal. Through a series of ‘Intolerable Acts,’ the British closed Boston Harbor, dissolved the local government, and placed the city under military rule. Parliament intended to make an example of Massachusetts to frighten the other colonies into submission. Instead, they achieved the impossible—colonial unity. In September 1774, delegates from twelve colonies gathered in Philadelphia for the First Continental Congress. It was here that Patrick Henry famously declared that the distinctions between Virginians and Northerners were gone—they were all united as Americans.”
In Philly’s hall they joined as one, twelve of the colonies
without the sanction of the crown, they met illegally
To fight against the cruel acts, of British tyranny
We are no more a Southern son, or from a Northern shore
because the hearts of all are united as one, Americans forevermore
They claimed the rights of English law, belonged to every man
they vowed to stop the British goods, from entering this land
With Massachusetts arm in arm, in a united stance
We are no more a Southern son, or from a Northern shore
because the hearts of all are united as one, Americans forevermore
The king ignored their formal plea, and named them rebel souls
so in response the boycott spread, in defiance, loud and bold
They stood as one against the crown, to wrestle for control
We are no more a Southern son, or from a Northern shore
because the hearts of all are united as one, Americans forevermore
We are Americans, Americans forevermore
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05. Questions of the Day
Battles of Lexington and Concord
“By the spring of 1775, the American identity was no longer just a sentiment—it was a mobilization. In Massachusetts, local militias known as Minutemen began stockpiling gunpowder and arms in the countryside. The British response came in April when about 700 regulars marched toward Concord to seize these supplies and arrest rebel leaders. But the secret was out. Across the moonlit roads, riders like Paul Revere spread the alarm. When the sun rose over the Lexington Green and soon after at Concord, the time for petitions had ended. A single unknown shot rang out—it marked the violent transition from colonial protest to a revolutionary war for independence, a moment of great concern for the future.”
In response to destruction of the tea
retaliation was applied most vigorously
As Minutemen prepared to protect the colony
the Redcoats marched to seize their armory
At Lexington the British had arrived at break of dawn
a brief and bloody fight before the conflict moved on
The famous shot at Concord saw the British withdrawn
a gauntlet back to Boston while being fired upon
“Can we fight? Can we win?” were the questions of the day
and “just how much was the price we would have to pay?”
When Congress learned of all the courage displayed
the promise of a Continental Army was made
News of the battles spread faster than a flame
while the British were trapped inside a Boston blockade
The hope of being reconciled was soon to dissipate
as the conflict grew and began to accelerate
“Can we fight? Can we win?” were the questions of the day
and “just how much was the price we would have to pay?”
When Congress learned of all the courage displayed
the promise of a Continental Army was made
Lexington and Concord were a spark to a powder keg
but the place that they had been would never ever be the same
A single shot that echoed was the end of quiet days
it was heard around the world, and set the colonies ablaze
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06. No Longer Dueling Words
Battle of Bunker Hill
“Following the retreat of the British to Boston, the city was placed under siege by thousands of colonial militiamen. The tension broke in June of 1775, atop the heights of the Charlestown Peninsula. Here, the unified American forces faced their first true military test. The colonists inflicted massive casualties on the Crown's elite forces until their ammunition ran out. Fierce hand-to-hand combat ensued that led to colonial retreat. The engagement brought a grim realization—the road to liberty would be paved in blood. The battle was a British victory, but a psychological triumph for the colonies.”
To British trapped in Boston by colonial blockade
the heights above the harbor were the key to their escape
They planned to take the high ground and pound the rebels from above
Colonials got there in the night and beat them to the punch
The Redcoats were very angry when they discovered what was done
so General Gage called for attack to commence with rising sun
The first wave was a spectacle as Redcoats started to advance
the Colonials knew how to shoot, never even gave them a chance
The second wave was similar, like fish in barrel as saying goes
and many paid the highest price, including those who led the foes
The third wave, the Colonials, with nowhere left to hide
as ammunition drained away, turned to bayonet and knife
The realities of war laid bare, no longer dueling words
were transformed to ball and sword, on Breed’s and Bunker Hills
With overwhelming force they came, the rebels turned and fled
leaving carnage in their wake, that neither side would soon forget
Although the British won the hills, it was a hollow victory
the hated blockade still remained, a painful lesson in humility
The realities of war laid bare, no longer dueling words
were transformed to ball and sword, on Breed’s and Bunker Hills
When the dust had settled, every lingering doubt had fled
only two possibilities remained, either victory or death
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07. A Man of Courage
Washington’s Commission
“In the wake of the carnage at Charlestown, the Continental Congress realized that a unified people required a unified command. They turned to me, a Virginian whose stature and experience – they believed – made me a singular choice to lead the newly formed Continental Army. Despite the public's confidence, I was haunted by personal doubts. Yet I accepted the commission but refused a salary, only asking that my actual expenditures be defrayed. In July 1775, I arrived in Cambridge to greet a weary, ragtag collection of troops. It marked the moment a disparate rebellion began its transformation into a national army.”
The drums of war began to beat, Redcoats were marching Boston streets
a ragged army standing alone, against the power of the throne
The army needs a leader who’s, forged in fire, tried and true
uniting South and North as one, someone who engenders trust
A perilous and weighty call, stakes were high and hope was small
growing shadows ‘fore the dawn, treason now awaits them all
Washington was called to lead, doubting his capacity
he took the sword but not the wage, a man of courage, strength and faith
As he arrived to take command, of a beaten bloody band
needs were great and means were small, but inner fire burned in all
Washington was called to lead, doubting his capacity
he took the sword but not the wage, a man of courage, strength and faith
The work of war had now begun, impossible yet must be done
needs were great and means were small, but inner fire burned in all
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08. Beating Heart of Liberty
Declaration of Independence
“By the summer of 1776, the ‘New World’ had reached a point of no return. The blood spilled from Lexington to Bunker Hill had made reconciliation impossible. In June, the Continental Congress appointed a committee to draft a formal statement of separation. Thomas Jefferson was chosen to lead the effort, laboring over the words in a hot Philadelphia boarding house with input from several others. On July 4, 1776, delegates from all thirteen colonies risked their lives and their fortunes to ratify the Declaration of Independence. This was the formal announcement to the world that a new, sovereign nation had been born.”
Smoldering embers growing bright, Common Sense was on the rise
war was almost certainty, the Crown demanded bended knee
Congress met to fan the flame, a brand new nation to proclaim
that we would fight for liberty, we by right ought to be free
Thomas acting as the scribe, gave the Declaration life
debated by the South and North, was ratified on July fourth
We were all created equal and free, to pursue happiness, life and liberty
no monarch would rule us by decree, we would choose our own destiny
The beating heart of liberty
This declaration of ascendance, from colony to independence
the Signers made a solemn pledge, support the cause ‘til final breath
We were all created equal and free, to pursue happiness, life and liberty
we would choose our own destiny, the beating heart of liberty
We were all created equal and free, to pursue happiness, life and liberty
no monarch would rule us by decree, we would choose our own destiny
The beating heart of liberty
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09. Ninety Minutes
Battle of Trenton
“By the end of 1776, the fire of independence was nearly extinguished. Following a string of demoralizing defeats and a grueling retreat across New Jersey, the Continental Army was on the verge of collapse. On Christmas night, amidst a harsh storm of ice and snow, I led the freezing troops across the treacherous Delaware River. The surprise dawn attack on the Hessian garrison at Trenton was successful at a pivotal moment of the war. In less than 90-minutes of combat, the victory was won. In a season of painful losses, this singular strike reignited the cause and proved the revolution was still alive.”
The winter of the Declaration, defeated troops in desperation
they struggled for a single win, in times that tried the souls of men
A fragile nation on the ropes, one more loss might crush the hope
so Washington devised a way, surprising troops on Christmas day
They crossed the river in the night, in darkness, snow and sleet and ice
arriving with the rising sun, from north and south the battle had begun
Ninety minutes turned the tide, igniting continental pride
the enemy was in retreat, from Trenton’s narrow frozen streets
The underdogs had won the day, the victory brought hope and faith
and though the war would yet rage on, the paralyzing fear was gone
Ninety minutes turned the tide, igniting continental pride
the enemy was in retreat, from Trenton’s narrow frozen streets
And though the war would yet rage on, the paralyzing fear was gone
new hope for victory was born, in Trenton on that winter morn
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10. Fateful Choice
Battle of Saratoga
“Following the revival at Trenton, the British planned a decisive blow - a pincer attack to sever New England from the rest of the colonies. However, the plan crumbled. General Howe changed his mind and instead opted to capture the Colonial capital of Philadelphia, rather than supporting General Burgoyne in the north. Left isolated in the wilderness of New York, Burgoyne was surrounded and forced to surrender his entire army at Saratoga in October 1777. This stunning victory sent shockwaves across the Atlantic. Convinced that the ‘New World’ could actually win, the King of France finally decided to join the war in support of the Colonies.”
With tensions mounting in the north, the British planned a bold attack
a show of overwhelming force, meant to break the rebels back
Howe was needed to win the campaign, but changed his mind and sailed south
the rebel prize he sought to gain, would turn to gravel in his mouth
The fortunes of the war would change, a fateful choice, a wayward reach
an army lost they could not replace, for a city that they couldn’t keep
Burgoyne was left in jeopardy, no more help would ever come
but fueled by his vanity, he still thought victory would be won
Man to man and steel to bone, the clash of arms and cannon roared
the day was won, the British owned, at a price they couldn’t afford
The fortunes of the war would change, a fateful choice, a wayward reach
an army lost they could not replace, for a city that they couldn’t keep
Soon vast militia lines arrived, and took the timbered field
Colonial fire soon revived, the sea of red was forced to yield
The fortunes of the war would change, a fateful choice, a wayward reach
an army lost they could not replace, for a city that they couldn’t keep
The tide was turning fast, beneath the battle scars
the King of France at last, would join the rebel wars
He saw the Colonies could win, and force the English will to bend
a grand alliance was born, from Saratoga
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11. Forged in Ice and Fire
Encampment at Valley Forge
“While Saratoga brought hope from abroad, the winter of 1777–1778 brought agony at home. As the British enjoyed the comforts of occupied Philadelphia, The Continental Army withdrew to the bleak hills of Valley Forge. It was a season of profound suffering - thousands lacked shoes, blankets, and rations. Yet, amidst the hunger and disease, a transformation took place. Under the relentless drilling of Baron von Steuben, the ragtag survivors were systematically rebuilt. They entered the winter as a demoralized militia and emerged as a disciplined, professional army - forged like steel in the frozen fields of Pennsylvania.”
As winter snows begin to descend, tattered ranks of soldiers pass
too tired to fight, too cold to win, how much longer can they last?
Defeated at Brandywine, and Germantown too
retreating to winter camp, seems they have little to lose
Plagued by sickness, chilled by frost, starving men begin to die
but yet, somehow when all seems lost, Providence gives hope and life
It’s dark and cold before the dawn, and home is what they most desire
but steely-nerved they marshal on, they’ve been forged in ice and fire
A Prussian comes with soldier skills, and trains the men of farm and field
he forges souls of iron will, and teaches them to never yield
It’s dark and cold before the dawn, and home is what they most desire
but steely-nerved they marshal on, they’ve been forged in ice and fire
They experience a miracle, a total change of disposition
perseverance now is in their veins, prepared to face the opposition
They’ve been forged in ice and fire
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12. Final Thunder
Battle of Yorktown
"After Valley Forge, the war shifted south and became a grueling series of skirmishes and tactical retreats with no clear winner. In 1781, a rare opportunity emerged. In a coordinated maneuver, I led the Allied colonial and French forces on a swift, secret march from New York to Virginia. There, we trapped the British army under Lord Cornwallis against the sea at Yorktown. With the French navy blockading the coast and Allied artillery pounding the fortifications, the British were suffocated in a crushing siege. In October of 1781, Cornwallis surrendered his entire force. It was a stunning defeat that effectively ended the Revolutionary War. Two years later, the Treaty of Paris formally recognized the new American nation."
The southern fight became a draw, through years of fierce hostility
Cornwallis fled to Yorktown shore, where his navy gave security
The Allies planned a northern strike, but instead went south in secrecy
they made siege trenches in the night, closing on the enemy
The war’s final thunder, our road to victory
became a global wonder, a pattern for democracy
As the allies moved in range, they launched an all-out fusillade
a roar of thunder and iron rain, an action meant to strangulate
The final blow to break the Crown, in silence came the bayonets
the British world turned upside down, as their sun began to set
The war’s final thunder, our road to victory
became a global wonder, a pattern for democracy
A new republic had been born, in relief Washington proclaimed
"Now the work is done, and well done," true independence had been gained
The war’s final thunder, our road to victory
became a global wonder, a pattern for democracy
The war was paused for two more years, of tranquil British ministry
a time of hope, an end of fears, leading to a formal peace
The war’s final thunder, our road to victory
became a global wonder, a pattern for democracy
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13. A Rising Sun
Constitution and Bill of Rights
"The 1783 Treaty of Paris secured American independence. It was negotiated in the French capital to leverage the support of our strongest ally. Benjamin Franklin was the key architect, using his diplomatic fame to win very favorable terms from the British. Yet, this hard-won peace soon faced internal chaos. Under the weak Articles of Confederation, the states lacked a unified currency and central authority. In 1787, we returned to Philadelphia to draft the U.S. Constitution, and establish a stronger federal framework while balancing state interests. To guarantee individual freedoms, the Bill of Rights was added as a safeguard against overreach, finally establishing the foundation on which the nation prospers today."
Paris was not the final end, of our road to liberty
for as Franklin once observed, we have a republic, if we can keep it
The newly minted USA, was a friendly confederation
focused on the rights of states, no central way to build the nation
We are a rising, not a setting sun, to live by faith and liberty
our path was laid on strong foundation, to build a world where all are free
When debt ignited Shay's rebellion, our house of cards began to sway
to save the heart of failing union, we needed more than strength of states
Back to Philly the founders went, to balance need of state and nation
a stronger form of government, was forged into our Constitution
We are a rising, not a setting sun, to live by faith and liberty
our path was laid on strong foundation, to build a world where all are free
Three branches bound to hold the line, from many states, one sovereign soul
with checks and balances designed, to keep the people in control
Then rose the sacred Bill of Rights, a wall to guard each citizen
to keep our lamp of freedom bright. and check the reach of government
We are a rising, not a setting sun, to live by faith and liberty
our path was laid on strong foundation, to build a world where all are free
True liberty is found where law is held in high respect
our nation's greatness thrives as our freedom we protect
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14. Encore - Freedom’s Flame
Fire of Four Founders
"The American Revolution was more than a conflict of arms - it was an ideological wildfire we often referred to as the ‘flame of liberty.’ Thomas Paine used the fire metaphor to ignite the revolution’s beginnings. Thomas Jefferson saw that fire spreading worldwide. John Adams spoke of the ‘fires of affliction’ that refined and strengthened the nation. And I viewed the ‘fire of conscience’ as essential to maintaining liberty. For us, this legacy was not a gift to be squandered. It was a torch to be held aloft to light the way. The flame represents the intersection of our history, our future, and our present day. It is a living destiny that remains bright only as long as each generation nurtures and champions its foundational principles."
A single spark began to glow, the flame of freedom’s first desire
within a deep and burning coal, it set a nation's heart on fire
Those were the times that tried the soul, the hammer strikes that forged our gold
Freedom’s flame, a shining torch of legacy
lights the night, a symbol of our destiny
Reflection of an inner source of energy,
let the flame of freedom reign
The glowing embers woke and grew, and spread across the global stage
the unquenchable flame arose, a beacon that would never change
No tyrant's hand could hold it back, the rising tide was moving fast
Freedom’s flame, a shining torch of legacy
lights the night, a symbol of our destiny
Reflection of an inner source of energy,
let the flame of freedom reign
The furnace of affliction burned, refined their souls in toil and pain
a spark of conscience, strength sustained, ‘till only truth and hope remained
Bought with their lives and lack of ease, a gift they hoped that we would seize
Freedom’s flame, a shining torch of legacy
lights the night, a symbol of our destiny
Reflection of an inner source of energy,
let the flame of freedom reign
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15. Bonus - Chester
Revolutionary Remix
"While history remembers the song ‘Yankee Doodle,’ the heartbeat of the Continental Army was often found in ‘Chester.’ Written by William Billings, one of our nation’s first composers, this anthem was the second most popular song of the Revolution. Though originally published in hymnals, it lived on the march and in the camps, serving as an energetic and uplifting rally cry for the troops. This arrangement honors Billings by returning the song to a vigorous, spirited tempo, a tempo the soldiers knew. You see, Billings wasn't just a composer - he was a musical rebel who believed that diversity in sound was the only way to truly capture the American spirit. This version of ‘Chester’ is an homage to his legacy, designed to introduce future generations to the passion of his sentiments while celebrating the variety he so loved in music."
Let tyrants shake their iron rod, and slavery clank her galling chains
we fear them not, we trust in God, New England’s God forever reigns
Howe and Burgoyne and Clinton too, with Prescott and Cornwallis joined
together plot our overthrow, in one infernal league combine
When God inspired us for the fight, their ranks were broke their lines were forced
their ships were shattered in our sight, or swiftly driven from our coast
The foe comes on with haughty stride, our troops advance with martial noise
their veterans flee before our youth, and generals yield to beardless boys
What grateful offering shall we bring, what shall we render to the Lord
Lord, halleluiahs let us sing and praise, His name on every chord
About the Creator
Steve Mortensen has produced computer-based music since 1987. An avid student of American history, his various passions as a storyteller, teacher, and photographer converged in early 2026 with the birth of Road to Liberty, a project celebrating America’s 250th anniversary. Steve’s connection to the Revolution is personal - he is a descendant of at least one Continental soldier who served at Saratoga and Valley Forge, and a distant kinsman to William Billings and several Founders, including Washington,
Adams, and Jefferson. He is an Eagle Scout, and a member of the National Society of the Sons of the American Revolution.
The Creative Process
Steve authored every lyric (and Washington preamble) and used artificial intelligence as a collaborative session musician to bring them to life. The process is a modern revolution of traditional music production. Rather than directing live musicians, Steve refines lyrics and prompts through countless iterations until the "perfect take" is captured.
Musical Snapshots™
The songs in this collection are akin to action photography - each captures a specific, high-energy or intimate moment in time. Like a live performance, the music may possess minor imperfections, but it carries a raw, moving energy that can never be replicated exactly. These Musical Snapshots™ represent the current intersection of human creativity and technological magic, where the heart of the lyric drives the soul of each song.
History and Imagination
While these Musical Snapshots™ are rooted in historical research, the author has occasionally taken minor artistic liberties. This collection seeks to honor the truth and spirit of the past while allowing for some creative flexibility.
...millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.