Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Monday, October 10, 2005

14th CENTURY BLUES

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Best you run for cover
Best you run and hide
Jesus is a coming
He'll bring His Genocide
They locked the doors to the castle
They melted down the key
They made themselves a broadsword
And sliced up liberty

Down in the dungeon
They pay God's dues
Down in the dungeon
14th century blues

Here comes the Holy Man
Who says God is love
Here comes the Holy Man
He wants your son
Doesn't everyone?
Medieval fun, son
They all want some
Your boy best run

Down in the dungeon
They pay God's dues
Down in the dungeon
14th century blues

God is a coming down
To meet and greet us
God don't like it
When you play with your penis
What is this, Venus?
I don't think so
God made your body
Fashioned from the mud
God has a dirty mind
And he washes it with blood
Your blood, son
Your blood

Down in the dungeon
They pay God's dues
Down in the dungeon
14th century blues

Best you run for cover
Best you run and hide
Jesus is a coming
He'll bring His Genocide
They locked the doors to the castle
They melted down the key
They made themselves a broadsword
And sliced up liberty

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The image above is of what has been said to have been a ritual slaying of a middle eastern deity around 2,000 years ago. So long and thanks for all the fish! Warning: the link is very nearly a non-sequiter. Probably is, really.

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I think these lyrics (ahem, 14th Century Blues) first appeared as my response to a posting at Jesus' General. Seems logical to me.

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Fundies have been quiet today. Too quiet.

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1 Comments:

At 8:37 PM, Blogger Neil Shakespeare said...

Yup, the Fundies are just waitin' to pounce!

 

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