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[Gerard R.]

Lyrics to Battle Hymn of the Trump-ublic - God Made a Dictator
Don Caron

Twas on the eighth day God looked down on his planned paradise.
He said, "Now I need a man who’s heart is cold as ice
to test the people’s will and goodness when exposed to vice.
To be a dictator is his aim."

He’ll be a man who’s failed at everything but scams and theft.
In a golden palace he’ll reside, of taste and class bereft.
He’ll convince the poor he serves their needs until they’ve nothing left.
You’ll know him by his name.

Glory, Glory Hallelujah
God is gonna stick it to ya
But you don’t realize it do ya
As your MAGA marches on and on and on and on

God said he’ll be a wicked man to lead with hate and fear;
A man corrupt, above the law, immune to Justice’s Sphere;
A man demanding violence and then standing in the rear.
And Trump shall be his name.

He’ll sow confusion ‘cross the globe and lie with every word.
Say evil’s good and black is white ’til all the lines are blurred.
Calling those who act out crimes for him “the hostages interred,”
And Trump shall be his name.

Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Recognize what’s comin’ to ya
‘Cause Trump will never cease to spew the
deception he feeds on

God said his Party will obey and never stop to think.
Their throats are parched with thirst but still they will refuse to drink.
The press will be afraid to stir his wrath or raise a stink.
And Trump shall be his name.

His power and position he will wield with reckless glee,
to punish all who stand against him or just disagree;
to punish them and harm them to the most extreme degree.
And Trump shall be his name.

Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Know that God’s about to choose the
Future path and do it through ya
So don’t fall for the con, the con, the con, the con.

He’ll be a man who breaks the faith of his most Godly fans
and leads them to idolatry as one of his demands.
He’ll put himself above your God to wringing of the hands,
And Trump shall be his name.

Twas on the eighth day God looked down upon that foolish clown.
God said, “I sent this man to test you. You must cast him down,
or he’ll take away the truth from you and give himself a crown
and you’ll trod upon My Name.”

Glory, Glory Hallelujah
God’s test should now be clearer to ya
and let the truth go marching on and on and on.

About the Source Music

The "Battle Hymn of the Republic", also known as "Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory" or "Glory, Glory Hallelujah" outside of the United States, is an American patriotic song written by abolitionist writer Julia Ward Howe during the American Civil War.

Howe adapted her song from the soldiers' song "John Brown's Body" in November 1861, and first published it in The Atlantic Monthly in February 1862. In contrast to the lyrics of the soldiers’ song, her version links the Union cause with God's vengeance at the Day of Judgment (through allusions to biblical passages such as Isaiah 63:1–6 and Revelation 14:14–19).

Julia Ward Howe was married to Samuel Gridley Howe, a scholar in education of the blind. Both Samuel and Julia were also active leaders in anti-slavery politics and strong supporters of the Union. Samuel was a member of the Secret Six, the group who funded John Brown's work.

Julia Ward Howe heard this song during a public review of the troops outside Washington, D.C., on Upton Hill, Virginia. Rufus R. Dawes, then in command of Company "K" of the 6th Wisconsin Volunteer Infantry, stated in his memoirs that the man who started the singing was Sergeant John Ticknor of his company. Howe's companion at the review, the Reverend James Freeman Clarke, suggested to Howe that she write new words for the fighting men's song. Staying at the Willard Hotel in Washington on the night of November 18, 1861, Howe wrote the verses to the "Battle Hymn of the Republic."
Howe's "Battle Hymn of the Republic" was first published on the front page of The Atlantic Monthly of February 1862. The sixth verse written by Howe, which is less commonly sung, was not published at that time.


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[Gerard R.]

[VseslavBotkin]

A pity she does not exist, a shame he's not a fag
The only girl I ever loved was Andrew in drag
There is no hope of love for me, from here on I go stag
The only girl I'll ever love is Andrew in drag

Andrew in drag, Andrew in drag
Andrew in drag, yeah!

I don't know why I even went, it's really not my bag
Just thought it might be funny to see Andrew in drag
The moment he walked on that stage my tail began to wag
Wag like a little wiener dog for Andrew in drag

Andrew in drag, Andrew in drag
Andrew in drag, yeah!

I've always been a ladies man and I don't have to brag
But I've become a mama's boy for Andrew in drag
I'd sign away my trust fund, I would even sell the Jag
If I could spend my misspent youth with Andrew in drag

Andrew in drag, Andrew in drag
Andrew in drag, yeah!

So stick him in a dress and he's the only boy I'd shag
The only boy I'd anything is Andrew in drag
I'll never see that girl again, he did it as a gag
I'll pine away forevermore for Andrew in drag

[HierEnNu]

Thanks for sharing VseslavBotkin!

Code: Selecteer alles

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Heerlijk zo met dat lijzige stemmetje, maar
ook na drie keer aandachtig beluisteren drong de clou niet echt door.
Toch maar ff vertalen dan ... best wel pijnlijk grappig die clou:

So stick him in a dress and he's the only boy I'd shag
The only boy I'd anything is Andrew in drag
I'll never see that girl again, he did it as a gag
I'll pine away forevermore for Andrew in drag

Als het mij zou overkomen?
Ik zou het eerlijk aan Andrew voorleggen!

Zeker bij deze song om te luisteren naar de tekst
vind ik, zoals bekend, kijkluistergenot nóg verrukkulukker [SIC]:

The Magnetic Fields - Andrew in Drag:



En live dan? Jaaahhh: geweldig overweldigend!

[VseslavBotkin]

Thanks for sharing VseslavBotkin!

Code: Selecteer alles

[youtube]zjOJjP2pXdo[/youtube]

Heerlijk zo met dat lijzige stemmetje, maar
ook na drie keer aandachtig beluisteren drong de clou niet echt door.
Toch maar ff vertalen dan ... best wel pijnlijk grappig die clou:

So stick him in a dress and he's the only boy I'd shag
The only boy I'd anything is Andrew in drag
I'll never see that girl again, he did it as a gag
I'll pine away forevermore for Andrew in drag

Als het mij zou overkomen?
Ik zou het eerlijk aan Andrew voorleggen!

Zeker bij deze song om te luisteren naar de tekst
vind ik, zoals bekend, kijkluistergenot nóg verrukkulukker [SIC]:

The Magnetic Fields - Andrew in Drag:



En live dan? Jaaahhh: geweldig overweldigend!

Leuk dat je het kon waarderen! En dank voor dat laatste filmpje, mooie uitvoering inderdaad en hij legt op het begin uit waar het nummer over gaat.

[Gerard R.]

"The Daily Planet"

In the morning we arise and
Start the day the same old way
As yesterday the day before and
All in all it's just a day like
All the rest so do your best with
Chewing gum and it is oh so
Repetitious
Waiting on the sun

Down on Go-stop Boulevard it
Never fails to bring me down
The sirens and the accidents and
For a laugh there's Plastic Nancy
She's real fancy with her children
They'll go far, she
Buys them toys to
Keep in practice
Waiting on the war

I feel shivers in my spine
When the iceman, yes his ice is melting
Won't be there on time
Hope he finds a rhyme
For his little mind

I can see you
With no (hands)
(Face)
Eyes I need you
You're my (heart)
(Face)
Look we're going round and round

[VseslavBotkin]

Over een vader met een drankprobleem.

I'm put together beautifully
Big wet bottle in my fist
Big wet rose in my teeth
I'm a perfect piece of ass

Like every Californian
So tall I take over the street
With high beams shining on my back
A wingspan unbelievable
I'm a festival, I'm a parade

And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me

I'm a birthday candle in a circle of black girls
God is on my side
'Cause I'm the child bride
I'm so sorry but the motorcade will have to go around me this time
'Cause God is on my side
And I'm the child bride

And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me
And all the wine is all for me

I carry the dollhouse, safe on my shoulders
Through the black city, night lights are on in the corners
And everyone's sleeping upstairs
All safe and sound
All safe and sound, I won't the let psychos around
All safe and sound, I won't let the psychos around

I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Nothing can touch us, my love
I'm in a state, I'm in a state
Nothing can touch us, my love