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11th Sep, 2011

Let gay Paree boast of her famous museums
her bridges, cathedrals, and wide avenues
and the women so fair that you'd faint just to see them
walking down streets and lanes, and cobbled mews

New York's five boroughs fair where car alarms fill the air
at all hours of the morning are dearer by far
Wall Street and Times Square, Subways with no compare
Greenwich Village, Prospect and Central Park

Enthroned on an isle in New York's broad harbor
the statue of Liberty shall stand evermore
with ships passing by on both port and on starboard
lifting her lamp by the golden door

Here in my boroughs five, I've seen them grow and thrive
and rise 'bove the problems the world had in store
firm as Manhattan Schist, we've marched boldly through the midst
of drug lords, of white flight, Al Qaeda, and more

But see how quickly her schools are improving
new neighborhoods rising, (rich and secure)
and back to the city suburbanites moving
(falling once more to the Big Apple's lure)

See how into the skies newly-built towers rise
the reflecting pool marking the three thousand graves
They may cast it down, but then New York will rise again
Capital of all the world, New York the Brave

See how into the skies newly-built towers rise
the reflecting pool marking the three thousand graves
They may cast it down, but then New York will rise again
Capital of all the world, New York the Brave
Capital of all the world, New York the Brave

-Luke Reynolds & JC Ravage
To the tune of "Scotland the Brave"

5th Nov, 2010

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I can think of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up the King and Parli'ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

A penny loaf to feed the Pope
A farthing o' cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A fagot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah hoorah!

25th Oct, 2010

What’s he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark’d to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God’s will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God’s peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say “To-morrow is Saint Crispian.”
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say “These wounds I had on Crispian’s day.”
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.
 

11th Sep, 2010

Let gay Paree boast of her famous museums
her bridges, cathedrals, and wide avenues
and the women so fair that you'd faint just to see them
walking down streets and lanes, and cobbled mews

New York's five boroughs fair where car alarms fill the air
at all hours of the morning are dearer by far
Wall Street and Times Square, Subways with no compare
Greenwich Village, Prospect and Central Park

Enthroned on an isle in New York's broad harbor
the statue of Liberty shall stand evermore
with ships passing by on both port and on starboard
lifting her lamp by the golden door

Here in my boroughs five, I've seen them grow and thrive
and rise 'bove the problems the world had in store
firm as Manhattan Schist, we've marched boldly through the midst
of drug lords, of white flight, Al Qaeda, and more

But see how quickly her schools are improving
new neighborhoods rising, (rich and secure)
and back to the city suburbanites moving
(falling once more to the Big Apple's lure)

See how into the skies newly-built towers rise
the reflecting pool marking the three thousand graves
They may cast it down, but then New York will rise again
Capital of all the world, New York the Brave

See how into the skies newly-built towers rise
the reflecting pool marking the three thousand graves
They may cast it down, but then New York will rise again
Capital of all the world, New York the Brave
Capital of all the world, New York the Brave

-Luke Reynolds & JC Ravage
To the tune of "Scotland the Brave"

25th May, 2010

Wishing all a happy and contemplative Glorious 25th of May.

Truth, Justice, Freedom, Reasonably Priced Love, and a Hard Boiled Egg.

See the little angels... rise up...
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