Kinda pretty.
Rough translation:
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
history ping
“...most historians point to ‘Hurrian Hymn No. 6,’”
What happened to the first five?
99 Bottles of beer?.................
The song’s title: “I like Big Greeks and I Don’t Know Why”
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Mothers don’t let your babies grow up to be Persians.
Gaudeamus igitur,
juvenes dum sumus.
Post jucundam juventutem,
post molestam senectutem,
nos habebit humus.
(Let us rejoice therefore while we are young. After a pleasant youth, after troublesome old age, the ground will have us)
Pindar would like a word.
Fascinating. Really cool. I never learned THIS in Music History class. I especially like the use of period instruments.
Am thinking that the Psalms in the Bible are earlier. In Hebrew they become songs to God.
I kissed a Spartan and I liked it!
First verse of Gonna Tie My Pecker to Tree, in Greek.
It loses something in translation.
είδα το κορίτσι μου,
κάτω από τη λίμνη
Ξύστε το άρπαγμά της με
μια τσουγκράνα κήπου Θα δέσω
το πουλί μου σε ένα δέντρο σε ένα δέντρο
Achille’s men loved to sing this one as they rowed.
Lyrics translated to:
“Me an Earl was haulin’ chickens
ona Flat bed outta’ Wiggins
And we ‘as spent all night
on the uphill side
of 37 miles o’ hell
called Wolf Creek Pass... Which is up on the Great Divide.
We was sittin’ there suckin’ toothpicks
Drinkin’ Nehis an’ onion soup mix,
An’ I says Earl, let’s mail a card to mother
and send them chickens on down t’other side,
Yeah let’s giv’em a ride.
Chorus- Wolf Creek Pass
way up on the Great Divide
Truckin’ on down the other side.
Well Earl put down his bottle
An’ mashed his foot down on the throttle
Then a couple of boobs
and a thousand cubes
of a 1948 peterbuilt screamed t’ life.
We woke up the chickens.
We roared on off of that shoulder
sprayin’ pinecones, rocks, and boulders,
and put 400 head
of them Rhode Island Red
and a couple of burned out roosters on the line.
Look out below cuz here we go.”
“All we are is dust in the wind.....”
“Oh, the monkey wrapped his tail around the flagpole....”