Let Their Dirty Blood Water Our Fields (Bastille Day - July 14)

[SoDesuKa]

Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons.

Let us march, let us march
So their dirty blood
Should water our fields.

Congratulations to the French on their national day, Bastille Day. Say what you will about Sarkozy, he's no George Bush, malgré nous. But that National Anthem could use some polishing, esp. the bit about the dirty blood. Sounds racist!


Le Tour Eiffel

[ColbertWatcher]

1. k+r for The Greatest. Protest. Ever! n/t

[Selatius]

2. 1789 is what you get when you stomp on peasants for too long. nt

[newmajority]

3. Sounds better when it's translated into Canadian, eh?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7yxA9vt2-c

There's no bread, let them eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth

But they're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel and let his kingdom rise

Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow as they rode by

And we're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Sing, oh choirs of cacophony
The king has kneeled, to let his kingdom rise

Lessons taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mold was cast

For they marched up to Bastille Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power isn't all that money buys

[hobbit709]

5. More in a similar vein

FLOWERS IN THE NIGHT
MUSIC & Lyrics: Jack Traylor

Paine and Pierce and Robespierre, Juarez and Danton,
Luther, King and Lumumba dead but far from gone
Lenin, Cleaver, Jesus too, outlaws in their nations,
Revolutionaries all, dreamed of liberation
God is up in heaven his agents here on earth

The church has said that this man rules, he's best because of birth.
But what's that noise down in the street, who dares to shout and sing?
With all his courtiers at his side, who dares to touch the king?
Old man get some soldiers, keep them close at hand
There's a fire in the country, there's a flame come to the land
Seven thousand loyal troops, in ranks they stretch so far
With seven thousand well armed men, no one can touch the czar.

Louis watch the prisons, send the goons around
Is that Paris burning, is the Bastille falling down?
And where are all the mercenaries - paid for by the king?
Have they joined the mob you say, doesn't money mean anything?
Old men get some soldiers, keep them close at hand,
The seeds that were sown yesterday now flower in the land
And guard yourself most carefully with military might.
For plants that cannot bloom by day must flower in the night.

[opihimoimoi]

4. Vive le Blade.....we could use a few today.....as a reminder of Madam Defarge