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May. 31st, 2011 09:22 amI'm off home today on the 3pm train, probably to die of heatstroke when I hit Chicago, where apparently those predictions about it turning into Alabama are coming true a bit early. Mum texted me that six people were hospitalised over the weekend from various heat-related ills. I'm very glad my air conditioner is already installed.
Anyhow, while I'm gone, I thought the Cafe might like to share in this weekend's sing-along antics. One of the songs we sang was Pete Seeger's parody of Old Time Religion (you can check out the lyrics here and a performance of the "straight" version here) and of course, as happens, it became a contest to make up our own verses. Some of mine included:
John Barleycorn we'll drink to,
And bawdy songs we'll sing too,
And burn some wooden things to,
That's good enough for me
We can pray like Scientologists,
Who are some strange mythologists,
And alien apologists,
That's good enough for me
We could worship like the Romans,
Deii non principalum,
per de Graeci ascirem,
abi in malam rem.
(roughly translated: We could worship like the Romans,
Their gods were not their own,
But from the Greeks were stolen,
And you can go to hell)
I know at least a few of you sinners and blasphemers out there have a verse or two in you. Share with the cafe!
(And if not, to clear your palate, have one of the songs I led this weekend: Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her.)
Anyhow, while I'm gone, I thought the Cafe might like to share in this weekend's sing-along antics. One of the songs we sang was Pete Seeger's parody of Old Time Religion (you can check out the lyrics here and a performance of the "straight" version here) and of course, as happens, it became a contest to make up our own verses. Some of mine included:
John Barleycorn we'll drink to,
And bawdy songs we'll sing too,
And burn some wooden things to,
That's good enough for me
We can pray like Scientologists,
Who are some strange mythologists,
And alien apologists,
That's good enough for me
We could worship like the Romans,
Deii non principalum,
per de Graeci ascirem,
abi in malam rem.
(roughly translated: We could worship like the Romans,
Their gods were not their own,
But from the Greeks were stolen,
And you can go to hell)
I know at least a few of you sinners and blasphemers out there have a verse or two in you. Share with the cafe!
(And if not, to clear your palate, have one of the songs I led this weekend: Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her.)
