Lyrics and music By David Rose

Prepare your
Lashes and
Wait for that rising wall of
Tempest that
Will clense you
Of all your corrupt measures

We will rebuild
Restart renew
We will rebuild
Revive resurrect

A barometric depression
15000 miles wide
Casting concerns
Upon the shoals

This tidal wave won’t break
Cuts a channel through our levees
it breaks the anchor
a flow of wreckage and debris
Awash in dark eddies
Buoyed by reflection
A surge of recollection and regret

Whoa
I can’t swim
It’s really all these fears that I’m
drowning in
Pull me out
The waves break our mistakes into detritus

An overwhelming undertow
Pulling pasts into the waves
Creating new horizons

This tidal wave won’t break
Cuts a channel through our levees
it breaks the anchor
a flow of wreckage and debris
Awash in dark eddies
Buoyed by reflection
A surge of recollection and regret

This tidal wave won’t break
This tidal wave won’t break
This tidal wave won’t break
This tidal wave won’t break

This tidal wave won’t break
Cuts a channel through our levees
(I can't swim)
it breaks the anchor
a flow of wreckage and debris
Awash in dark eddies
(Pull me out)
Buoyed by reflection
A surge of recollection and regret

Tidal - By Dave Rose 2023 Project Demo

This track was written, produced, and recorded at QIRT Studio by advanced students for the Hamilton on Broadway Competition. This submission won, and the students involved got the opportunity to perform it live on Broadway, on stage, in front of the cast and a full audience at The Richard Rogers theater in New York. 

To see the demo video that won us the competition, click here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56QAeYlPTZw

Lyrics and Music Composed by: Angelica Garcia, Christian Gordon, Ebube Nwaeme, Ivan Malcolm and David Rose

Lyrics

Narrator: 
July 11th 1804, two founding fathers going to war
right beside the jersey shore, listen to the song we'll give you lore
Arron Burr Vs. Hamilton, two fighting only one can win
Your banter will incur for sure the wrath of Burr, 
would you like to speak further, sir?

Burr:
Hamilton, Hamilton, Hamilton, I'm gonna put you in an ambulance
don't test me man, we battling
finna throw you out like a javelin
you're upset with me cause your father lost?
You can write what you write but you won't fight cause you're just soft.
You're just soft!
You try to ignore that you're poor
you ain't a saint you're a bore
sneakin through the back door with your whore
don't be sore- where's your mores? I'll settle the score
You ain't gonna write no more
you'll be sorry you opened this door when you're six feet under the floor, I'll meet you at the Jersey Shore
I ran for president I didn't need to get permission
this traumatic event you caused won't stifle all my ambitions
like Seabury and your son I'm continuing the tradition
now pick up that gun you bum, assume the position!

Taking my shot, the aim is locked
thought it was missing but trust me it's not 
I'm taking my shot, taking my shot
bullets don't stop. Thought we were fighting
I guess you forgot

Narrator:
Hamilton the great, Powerful and strong
highly articulate, tell the people that they're wrong
petty, petty he's an orphan growing
with his greatness showing with his writing blowin
reaping what he's sowing staying in the knowin
he's your brain in the game, got the people knowin

Hamilton:
You look mad, but that's just kind of sad
you should be thinking bout the seat that you had
that was my father's, should have messed with another
I'm using my skills as an author, now you won't be getting much further.
You don't realize, but I'm much smarter
in this republic you're the servant and I'm the master
Why would you want him for president? This lackey pretending to be intelligent?
Stuck up sucka setting up sick sentiments
you're right I resent this, and now you wanna vent?
You'll never be president!
You think you've got for sight but I've got political insight
why'd you wanna bring a gun into this word fight?
What, you can use your hands to shoot but not to write?

Why don't we stop cause guess what I'm not
shooting to kill I'm not taking my shot
whay don't we stop this gun's not a prop
you look like a fool bet you get that alot

Narrator: Ten!
Burr: I'm taking my Shot!
Narrator: Nine!
Hamilton: Guess what I'm not!
Narrator: Eight!
Burr and Hamilton: Ready!
Narrator: Seven!
Burr and Hamilton: Aim!
Narrator: Six Five Four Three Two One!

Reprise

The Duel - QIRT Original Composition for 2019 Hamilton Project

Welcome to the Project page for Mr. Rose's Digital Music Production Class! All pieces are final project work produced by students. QIRT does not claim copyright on any of the works presented here, all copyright is maintained by the original rights holders.

Tidal - By Dave Rose 2023 Project Demo

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