Heavens forbid!
The Ten Commandments
Charlton Heston
The parting of the Red Sea
Drowning Egyptians
In a state of denial
In the land of duh Nile
- Anger
the Trinity
Trinity Church in Manhattan
At Trinity church I met my doom
Now we live in a top back room
Up to my eyes in debt for renty
That’s what she’s done for me
Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Ding, ding, ding, ding,
C’est la cloche du matin,
Qui sonne au retour du jour.
Bonjour, bonjour !
Je ne sais quoi?
Sur le pont d’Avignon,
L’on y danse, l’on y danse,
Sur le pont d’Avignon
L’on y danse tout en rond.
(I’ve been on that bridge. It goes 2/3 of the way across the river, and just stops.)
Je ne regrette rien
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’
First you will come to the Sirens who enchant all who come near them. If any one unwarily draws in too close and hears the singing of the Sirens, his wife and children will never welcome him home again, for they sit in a green field and warble him to death with the sweetness of their song.
There is a great heap of dead men’s bones lying all around, with the flesh still rotting off them. Therefore pass these Sirens by, and stop your men’s ears with wax that none of them may hear; but if you like you can listen yourself, for you may get the men to bind you as you stand upright on a cross-piece half way up the mast, and they must lash the rope’s ends to the mast itself, that you may have the pleasure of listening. If you beg and pray the men to unloose you, then they must bind you faster.
Damn it, I wish they’d turn off the sirens and just leave the lights flashing.
Take the heart and liver, but leave the lights for the dogs.