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Justin Downing on Drums 

Charles Mattoon on Vocals

Nicholas Frasca on the Bass

Matthew Miller on Guitar

How did you Die?

Did you tackle the trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or Hide your face from the light of day
with a craven soul and fearful
Oh, trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it

You are beaten to Earth? well, Well what's that?
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there--that's disgrace.
the harder you're thrown, why, the higher you bounce;
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you licked that counts,
It's how you did fight-and why?

And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the critic will call it good.
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?