Un cintec care-mi place, usor adaptat.

Sunday, 06 May, Year 4 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of our lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible, swift sword:
His truth is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen it in the watch-fires of one million secret camps,
You can see it everywhere - there's a million tiny stamps;
I can read his righteous sentence under dim or flaring lamps:
The time has finally come.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The time has finally come.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"All the multitudes that cower shall be fished out by the creel;
For the meek is only here for the strong to have a meal;
It shall be done by dawn."

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
It shall be done by dawn.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never sound retreat;
He is sifting out the worthy from the chaff before his seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him! Be jubilant, my feet!
The day is squarely won.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
The day is squarely won.

Across the many seas of water and the countless seas of time
There's a reasoning in hiding as behind the verse stands rhyme.
What it says is that whoever cleans his eyes of birthright's grime
Shall feast on fawn and prawn.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Shall feast on fawn and prawn.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
Every century, each decade, every line that time engrave
He was here to establish who is free and who's a slave.
Our lord shall smile at dawn.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our lord shall smile at dawn.

Da, stiu ca mai exista ceva porcarie de-o tot cinta adventistii si alti ciudati, da' e un fals grosolan si neinspirat.

Cu placere.

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14 Responses

  1. E fain ca practic poti plasa orice zeu mai sanatos din orice mitologie in cantecel si versurile tot in zona aia bat.

  2. Mircea Popescu`s avatar
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    Mircea Popescu 
    Sunday, 6 May 2012

    Faci una ?

    Cu aia ai metalului gen.

  3. Pai la metal e simplu. Cand vezi orice substantiv puternic adaugi dupa el ''of metal'' (asa au aparut in timp ''Gods of Metal'', ''Glory of Metal''... si superba expresie, dintr-o trupa minora de power ''Metal of Steel'').

  4. Mircea Popescu`s avatar
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    Mircea Popescu 
    Monday, 7 May 2012

    Io aveam cu gagicile asa o convenite, da' cu "of dog" in loc de "of metal". Ca era de cute nu de metal. Noa si ca rezultat inclusiv un banal ciine erea "dog of dog".

  5. Acum, daca puneai si metal iesea: dog of dog of metal.

  6. carei cantecu pocait?

  7. Mircea Popescu`s avatar
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    Mircea Popescu 
    Monday, 7 May 2012

    Pai Battle Hymn of the Republic, sau casa citez : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8U0AI8JTT0

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  4. [...] can not be suppressed once the herd become aware of it) yet never to be forgotten either. The tiny stamps of this unpleasant truth are to be found everywhere, or else why would he still be clinging to the [...]

  5. [...] the time general Wesley Snipes of NATO comes out with it... that's really the millionth and one tiny stamp. [↩]No, not the "Western" world. The whole world. There's nothing else and nothing outside of [...]

  6. [...] VIII. You could evangelize. This is a thankless and mostly pointless task, today as ever in history. Nevertheless, there exist groups of mutually-supported idiots, perpetuating themselves through active denial of reality - exactly in the manner subhuman groups befouling the Americas centuries ago told themselves inept stories about the world that failed to include Europe in all its majestic glory. Fine examples of such stone-age tribes call themselves "lesswrong", or "Something Awful", or "PUA community" or what have you. The Republic provides sufficient ideological basis to completely destructure any claims the primitives misconstrue as their own ideologies (feel free to fall back on #trilema for dogmatic support should you need it), and consequently any attempts to maintain whatever local hierarchy in power over the respective cow herd will have to be political. Prepare to be banned (sort-of like being burned at the stake irl), secure in the knowledge that no half-naked savage ever has, or ever could, withstand the might of the Republic once we finally get around to arraying against them. It's our lord's will! [...]

  7. [...] the tree because it's an axe, but because the tree permits it. A batshit insane alt-reality wherein krill has a say in when it's fished and by [...]

  8. [...] This point can not be emphasized enough : the "humanist" fashion experiment started sometime in the 1800s, to redirect the legitimate usage of resources from "wasteful" applications, such as maintaining sane social relationsvii and the infrastructure they require, to "human services" such as teaching a horde of useless monkeys how to read and write or instilling in the lumpentariat the batshit insane notion that they may have things -- any things, including a woman, a roof, a fucking dildo, anything! -- went on for longer than it warranted because of the historical happenstance of occuring at the same time as industrialization.viii It's done, there will be no more. Certain proof of this fact can be readily found in just how unfunny Clockwise is just as well as in any of the other trillion billion tiny stamps. [...]

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