“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
I have seen very clearly for about SIXTY years that rotten, degenerate popular so-called music [Muse-SICK!]is a Weapon of Mass Destrution far more powerful than the Atomic andHyrdrogen Bombs combined and all the other material means of mass destruction yet devised.
The very fact that those who've been rendered insensitive and thus impervious to the pernicious nature of this demon-inspired cultural incursion designed to destroy appreciation of and sensitivity to Sweetness, Beauty, Affection, Humor, Devotion, Loyalty, Decency, Respect, Healthy Curiosity, and all the Finer Things in Life –– thus MAIMING our very SOULS –– is positive proof of my bold assertion.
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a BANG –– Not with a WHIMPER –– But with HOWLING, BAWLING and WHINING ___ to the BEAT of a latter day TOM TOM!
Music (at its best) may have charms to soothe the savage breast, but (at its worst) it hath the power to REDUCE US to PRIMITIVE SAVAGERY.
It has been so long eating and drinking being merry How strange, How strange Taking our Great Mongol ancestors names in vain How strange, how strange Yet, would not honor our oath and destiny How strange, how strange Why the valuable ethics of ancestors become worthless? How strange, how strange
Hey you traitor! Kneel down! Hey, Prophecies be declared!
You've born in ancestor’s fate yet Sleeping deeply, can't be awakened How strange, how strange Blindly declaring that Only Mongols are the best How strange, how strange Born to live as nobles Yet, can't unite as one How strange, how strange Why is it difficult to rise up our nation up? How strange, how strange
Hey you traitor! Kneel down Hey, Prophecies be declared!
Why it’s so hard to cherish the Ancestors' inherited land? How strange, how strange Why priceless edifications of elders turning to ashes? How strange, how strange With the future of eternal prosperity, The Wolf totemed Mongols have the blessings of Heaven Born with undeniable fate to gather nations, the Lord Chinggis declares his name on earth. Would come back, Will come back
Oh Black Banner be awakened, be awakened Oh the Khanate (royal power) rise and rise forever
I'm reminded of the challenge the Blue Sky worshipping Mongols posed to the Baghdad Caliphate in 1258.
The challenge went something like "We'll stop killing Muslims and building a 200 foot tall pyramid with their skulls when your Allah comes out and surrenders."
13 comments:
Good beat.
Oh dear! Yet another in a seemingly endless series that celebrate NIHILISM and CULTURAL DEGENERATION.
I have seen very clearly for about SIXTY years that rotten, degenerate popular so-called music [Muse-SICK!]is a Weapon of Mass Destrution far more powerful than the Atomic andHyrdrogen Bombs combined and all the other material means of mass destruction yet devised.
The very fact that those who've been rendered insensitive and thus impervious to the pernicious nature of this demon-inspired cultural incursion designed to destroy appreciation of and sensitivity to Sweetness, Beauty, Affection, Humor, Devotion, Loyalty, Decency, Respect, Healthy Curiosity, and all the Finer Things in Life –– thus MAIMING our very SOULS –– is positive proof of my bold assertion.
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a BANG ––
Not with a WHIMPER ––
But with HOWLING, BAWLING and WHINING
___ to the BEAT of a latter day TOM TOM!
Music (at its best) may have charms to soothe the savage breast, but (at its worst) it hath the power to REDUCE US to PRIMITIVE SAVAGERY.
Not a GOOD beat at ALL.
Instead it is a DEAD BEAT accompanying an inexorable March to Perdition.
Only if one is dumb enough to listen to the WORDS. The beat is rhythm. And it is GOOD.
Translated...
If lions come, we'll tear up each other until the death
If tigers come, we'll tear up each other in a battle
If elephants come, we'll tear up and beat up each other
If humans come, we'll tear up and obliterate each other
We, If lions come, tear up each other until the death
If tigers come, we'll tear up each other in a battle
If elephants come, we'll tear up and beat up each other
If humans come, we'll tear up and obliterate each other
If you come as a viper,
We'll become Garuda birds and fly over you
If you come as an angry tiger,
We'll become Lions with a blue mane
Hu - Hu - Hu - Hu
Hu - Hu - Hu - Hu
If you with come with evil intentions, we'll compete in a fight
As a tenth, we will strike you as thunder
As a hundredth, we will strike you at your hearts
As a thousandth, we will strike and obliterate you
As a the thousandth, we will strike you from the sky
Hu - Hu - Hu - Hu
Hu - Hu - Hu - Hu
If you come like a flood, we'll fight until the death
If you come swarming, we'll tear up and scatter each other
If you come flying, we'll shoot you down with our archery
If you come charging, we'll slice you with our swords
Hu - Hu - Hu - Hu
Hu - Hu - Hu - Hu
Let's cut through them with the speed of falcons
Let's burn and ignite within with the wolfs will
Let's trample with our horses!
Let's defeat them with the wisdom of the great Chinggis!
It's a song about self-defense.
something more classical and wholesome for FreeThinke
:)
As Gertrude Stein doubtless thought:
A turd is a turd is turd ...
P_____H_____E_____W_____!
Yuve Yuve Yu translated:
It has been so long eating and drinking being merry How strange, How strange
Taking our Great Mongol ancestors names in vain How strange, how strange
Yet, would not honor our oath and destiny How strange, how strange
Why the valuable ethics of ancestors become worthless? How strange, how strange
Hey you traitor! Kneel down!
Hey, Prophecies be declared!
You've born in ancestor’s fate yet Sleeping deeply, can't be awakened How strange, how strange
Blindly declaring that Only Mongols are the best How strange, how strange
Born to live as nobles Yet, can't unite as one How strange, how strange
Why is it difficult to rise up our nation up? How strange, how strange
Hey you traitor! Kneel down
Hey, Prophecies be declared!
Why it’s so hard to cherish the Ancestors' inherited land? How strange, how strange
Why priceless edifications of elders turning to ashes? How strange, how strange
With the future of eternal prosperity, The Wolf totemed Mongols have the blessings of Heaven
Born with undeniable fate to gather nations, the Lord Chinggis declares his name on earth. Would come back, Will come back
Oh Black Banner be awakened, be awakened
Oh the Khanate (royal power) rise and rise forever
How strange, how strange
Doesn't sound "defensive"...
RIDDLE:
Why do FARTS smell the way they do?
ANSWER:
So he DEAF can appreciate them too!
];^}>
I'm reminded of the challenge the Blue Sky worshipping Mongols posed to the Baghdad Caliphate in 1258.
The challenge went something like "We'll stop killing Muslims and building a 200 foot tall pyramid with their skulls when your Allah comes out and surrenders."
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