I can't put a semi colon there. The linking only works when the artists in the cover artist fields are written as they are on their artist pages. I could only ask the admins to change that but I don't think that this is really important enough. You can add your request directly here, by clicking on "add new request". I had added the alternative title because, according to Wikipedia, the song has several titles since it was covered by many artists. Those are just two of these titles. Firstly, My name is Michael and I was born on Christmas day, Over the past 3 years, I have been undergoing a real spiritual awakening full of strange, wonderful and sometimes extremely fearful things.
I prayed fervently when I was a child with ever ounce of my being that god would use my life to help every human being on the planet. I cannot go into the details here too little space but I can tell you with utmost assurance That I am the Michael that this song is talking about. Perhaps there are more like me, I do not know. What I DO know is that I have been shown through signs and looking back at my life This could not be done by anything other than some unseen hand that had to know the future, which could not have been me. When god teaches us something I know exactly what this song is referring to in the lyrics.
It can only be dubbed, a Miracle. The world needs some help I am here to help.
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Welcome to the website, Michael. Well, there are two interpretations I see to the song and your comment. I read the Wikipedia entry on the song and it confirms my interpretations: Either you consider yourself to be a psychopomp - someone who leads the spirits of the dead to the afterlife. Or you consider yourself someone who leads people who haven't found god yet to him by spreading the gospel. Or do you interpret it in a completely different way?
And, do I understand you correctly that you see yourself as an incarnation of the archangel Michael, or do you see that in a more metaphorical way? I hope you don't deem my questions unrespectful; I just like to talk about religious topics and your comment is rather untypical for this website here, which makes it interesting to notice.
Become a translator Request new lyrics translation. Login Registration Sign In. Writer s : R. HAYS, R. Add new translation Add new request. Brandt appears in the ensuing telling as "the undertaker"; in none of the extant plays, poems or narrative is the undertaker, though a consistent player, actually named. Michael, wrote Brandt, was a "mulatto of the Beaujelait family.
Brandt takes these episodes as signs of divine presence: as a boy, Michael walked out onto a frozen lake and rescued a spooked horse; as a man, Michael ran "from the springhouse to the peach tree, across two fields, over a hill, and through the woods" while seven children clung from his body; as a timberman, Michael performed Bunyan-like feats, and fell fifty feet from an oak tree and survived; as a middle-age man, Michael miraculously discovered Nathaniel Lovell passed out in a field, thereby rescuing him perhaps from heatstroke.
Brandt also catalogued martyr-like suffering, describing instruments of discipline such as the bell yoke, which was something like an enormous cow bell harnessed overhead, and the brake, a horrific modification on a horse bit seen as an appropriate penalty for saying things that shouldn't have been said. The Brandt account echoes history in other ways as well; Michael's outburst at the funeral of Suzette Beaujelait, for example, which was reported in the Golden Standard , a weekly broadsheet. Brandt also tagged "City Hat," as he appears in the Pipes poem, as Marshal Robbert Visser, the notorious slave catcher, celebrated folk-hero and reviled outlaw, who was active as of the Fugitive Slave act of It was "Vesra," according to Brandt, who pursued Michael as he ferried his young charge Northward.
In all, Brandt included many of the more spectacular sequences that would come to be associated with the Michael story: the alligators, the flies, the logjams, a mounted posse hard, a race through the rice field, a dramatic hunt for wearable shoes amidst a river of civil war corpses, several perilous crossings of historical battlefields associated with the the second Battle of Fort Sumter and the second Battle of Charleston Harbor. These tropes would recur in the theatrical stagings of the next two decades, as well as in the construction era issuance, T he Remarkable Memoir of Miss American Spy , which was republished in by Readers Digest, in expurgated form.
Miss American Spy was a pseudonymous work, the implication being that Arlin Lovell hadn't wished to expose herself or her family to the indignity of publication. Historically, the pseudonym has been regarded as deflection for a lacking imprimatur. And yet, as a work of utter falsification, Miss American Spy is noticeably absent shocking revelations.
In the whole of pages, there's nothing of Brandt's whisper of Michael's paternal line. Miss American Spy does, however, discuss a mulatto field hand named "Horace," who has a major role in the Pipes narrative, and appears occasionally elsewhere. Michael's lineage, as indicated by Brandt, was of the same pattern, but one generation previous; Michael would be the son of Henri Beaujelait, which would make him the brother of Suzette Beaujelait, who would in turn marry Andrew Lovell. Backing up a step—if Brandt's indication were true, Michael was Arlin's uncle.
In the theatricals of the 70s, a fondness between Michael and Suzette Beaujelait is highlighted. One theatrical has the story begin with a scene from their childhood; another scene places the matriarch at the center of the action disregarding her death. Yet another had the Miss Lovell role Arlin's role recollect on her mother's lifelong "friendship" with Michael, and Michael's loyalty. On the Michael shelf of fictive works, plays and other, there is very little about Suzette Beaujelait that is historically accurate.
But she, like Doctor Brandt, was a historical person, and a moneyed one, and some genuine history has survived; she was a Christian, prone to spells of zealotry, which might manifest in alms for poor whites or poor blacks, or in attendance at Saturday foot-washing ceremonies. She died prematurely, was found one morning dead in the corn field; the circumstances of her discovery suggest either alcohol poisoning or pulmonary aspiration.
Of the historical Henri Beaujelait, Suzette's father, we have his military record; his Harvard education, in an age when even some gentlemen read and wrote haltingly, afforded him the rank of Colonel, and he commanded a troop of men that fluctuated in number from 50 to He travelled with a mulatto boy that Charles Pickard Ware and others since have argued was Michael from the age of 11 to In , after a final bloody victory in Louisiana, Henri delivered his remaining troops to their states of origin, and returned to his estate, with his mulatto servant and Michael Myles in accompaniment.
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Michael Myles was a Sergeant who had been awarded a field command, a Brevat Colonship, which he retained until the end of the fighting. After having broken his leg, the ragged bone showing, Myles pulled his boot back on, secured it with a leather lash, remounted his horse and rejoined the battle, commanding his shaken, disoriented troops. At the outset of Henri's journey, his mulatto servant was listed as "Spanish. Later documentation of Michael includes a census reference, "Michael and Petunia, married," and a reference in the census: "Michael, freedman, deaf.
Perhaps, nevertheless, there is some nod to the physical impairment; Michael's lines are kept to a bare minimum in just about every interpretation, whatever the form. The consummate silent American hero. To my mind, in the twentieth century, the Gullah idiom has been over emphasized in our historical memory. The word "pinders," for example, is a colloquialism for peanuts that crossed racial boundaries, and was widely employed in all but the upper crust of South Carolina, even though the word traces back to Africa, the Kongo, circa That the speech of black america, even former slaves, was typically outside the realm of the national vernacular is not borne out by the full spectrum of the historical record; we might, for example, look to Jourdan Anderson's remarkable reply to his former master, Colonel P.
Anderson, who had requested that Jourdan return to Tennessee. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you.
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I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin's to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living.
Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.
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I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly.
We are kindly treated.
Sometimes we overhear others saying, "Them colored people were slaves" down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again. As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville.
Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars.
Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor's visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams's Express, in care of V.
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Winters, Esq. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense.
Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire. In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters.
You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits. Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me. From your old servant, Jourdon Anderson.
The creative impulse is a form of love, and we can't always control what we love, or who we love. With love, it's sometimes as if a story is being told to you, and that's how it is, sometimes, in the arts; the challenge is not to assert oneself—the challenge is to be humble, to listen, and to listen very closely. My first novel, A Still Small Voice , was about a young woman who grew up during the Civil War; this girl was a hero, a non-military hero, and when my five-year-old daughter, in , asked about "the old man novel," which is what I've always called the Michael project, that's how I described it.
I was working on a novel about a very old man who was sent out to do an impossible thing, something he was really too old to do; I wanted to write about a hero, a war hero, who didn't hurt anyone. I was also drawn to Michael, I told her, because of his deafness; I started to go deaf in And then there was the love story of Michael and his wife, and the tragedy of his two children—a boy and a girl, two years apart, just like my children at that time.
Since I first started considering Michael in the late 90s, ten years had passed, and my two children had arrived, and I was thinking about fatherhood differently, and I was thinking about the nation differently; I wanted to find an alternative founding father, not a general, not a politician, but a father, a a rightful father of America.
In writing Michael, first as the romance of Arlin and Charles, then as the story of Michael himself, I saw a number of elements I wanted to be careful about. Was I sugar-coating the story? Steven Spielberg, in Schindler's List , chose to tell the holocaust story through the heroic deeds of a single Christian. The model eased the holocaust onto the big screen, yes, but the compromise is considerable.
I worried—a weak word for my apprehension—that I wouldn't be able to fill out the details, to fill out the humanity of the character, that I didn't have enough in common with Michael to find him in spirit. How does a contemporary author writer about Cleopatra? How do we make movies about the nineteenth century? The problem of historical storytelling is always: how can I get it right?
And we can't get it right. Not absolutely. Historical fiction is inherently anachronistic. And yet we know it can be more right than history. That's the reason to tell historical stories, isn't it? To find expression for a truer truth? By , Arlin wasn't the only woman who had made the long journey from Confederate crusader to Union sympathizer.
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She, like many Confederate woman, believed in Southern sovereignty, but the Confederacy had betrayed financial promises to the families of its soldiers; the honorable South was not so honorable after all. Arlin kept an up-to-date map of troop positions, which was discovered and presented as the principal evidence in the treason case against her. With these year-old maps, along with two dozen other nineteenth century surveyor and coastal erosion maps—all xeroxed at the Golden County Archive of the Courts—I spent three days exploring rural South Carolina, incorporating the extant cartography, and plotting what I believed to be the most likely route of Michael's heroic passage.
Financially, I had been doing quite well until the, uh, letdown of , and by , my trips to South Carolina were digging me deeper into a hole of debt. I was hemorrhaging money; I still had the maintenance costs of my small production company, just accounting and rent by then, but on top of my family expenses, and as the only wage earner, I was in serious trouble. In an act of desperation, I sought last minute teaching gigs; I'd always taught one or two courses a semester. That Spring, I landed two additional courses at a local college—the pay was 2, per, for 30 three-hour sessions per.
About 35 students per. My salary for the semester would almost meet my expenses for one month. For the next year, I continued my downward descent; the year after that, I began to climb my way out. I wrote Michael's story paragraph by paragraph, in the spare seconds of days traversing the city to teach different pick-up classes at different universities. Mostly, I composed the novel in my head, and wrote down what I had come up after I came home and had dinner with my wife and three children by now there were three , and they went to bed.
I was writing about an old man, but I was also writing like an old man. The draft came very slowly. Months would pass when I didn't think any more was on the way; but then the trance would find me, and I'd have the next paragraph, the next words, almost exactly as you will see them here. Hearing loss was new to me then, and this was a project during which I allowed the silence to subsume me, during which I conceded to my own mortality, and the void of deafness. Writers of historical novels will tell you that theirs is a spooky art. It's not always clear where the information is coming from.
While writing my first novel, I would often find I knew things I didn't think I knew. I figured, when I drafted it, I'd go back and make changes; but no, my lengthy description of nineteenth-century marble making was correct; no, the name Alma, which I used for a child born in , was one of the three most popular names for girls in Even slang that I had made up, "mumper" was indeed an entrant in the nineteenth-century American lexicon.
The word meant elegant beggar, exactly as I had utilized it. For Michael's story, I had to be as sure as possible; the details herein have all been, at the very least, double-sourced. Examples: Michael's night vision was poor, probably cataracts, and he was unable to discern the difference between the Union blue and Confederate gray uniforms, believing them both to be "brown"; Michael battled the ocean tides as he conducted his rescue by "dory," a flat-bottomed rowboat; Michael exhibited tremendous physical bravery as, through the hours of his undertaking, he endured multiple wounds to his aging body; Michael died walking up a hill in a requiem section of many of the plays as well as the La Spina novella, the story continues as Michael simultaneously performs one last heroic deed and moves into the hereafter ; during the evening of Michael's rescue, a local "bottle tree," where dangling bottles contained the wandering souls of the dead, was struck by a canon ball, which dislodged the bottles, and released, locals testified, a bevy of ghosts.
Of the characters: over sixty people lived on the Beaujelait estate in , and while story that has sprung up around Michael recounts dozens of personages, I have chosen to represent only those who have been historically substantiated, whether there or on neighboring properties. Beyond census notations as to labor status and family relations, tallies of livestock, and asides in the WPA interviews, precious little remains of these lives—and I have borrowed somewhat from the plays and poems to give weight to their characters.
I would be hard pressed to thank everyone who has worked on the sources for this project; the U. The lines rendered in nineteenth century Mende language required the collaboration of professors here in the United States and in Africa; to them I am eternally grateful for their expertise, generosity and hospitality. For the placement of the battles and their times—the geography of death and corpses—I owe a great deal to Dr. Philbane of South Carolina, and his graduate students. For the history of "Stocking Foot," Henri Beaujelait's prize war horse, with whom you will be acquainted, I am indebted to the late Stephen Z.
I mustn't forget Dr. Dana Danovitch, who helped me to identify the mumps epidemic that struck the port town of Golden in , killing 72; casualties in the outlying countryside were listed in the U. Black Rice: The African Origins of Rice Cultivation in the Americas , by Judith Carney, went a long way to explicating the relationship of African rice to Carolinian rice, and the the concerted abduction and favored status of Africans who were knowledgeable keepers of desired strains of rice.
Francis found an entry in the journal of her grandmother which unfavorably referenced the La Spina novella, which drastically alters not only Michael's childhood, but the role and persona of Henri Beaujelait: "Uncle Bob dug in a pit of of burning, murdered men for Henri Beaujelait, which colors Henri's portrait as a kindly emperor in a rather ghastly light. In or early , I had my draft; and with the seemingly endless patience and assistance of my authorities, by early , I had a revised draft, fact checked. Since then, I've asked myself, over and over, "How can I make this better?