Happy Bastille Day!

[Piotr Rasputin]

 

[dooley_womack1]

When's Lakeside Park Day?

 

[heyabbott]

Liberté, égalité, fraternité, rendré

 

[Piotr Rasputin]

When's Lakeside Park Day?

Right after I Think I'm Going Bald Day.

 

[Blitz]

Rush (which is a rock group ), with its Time Machine tour, was in Quebec last nite and will be in Toronto tomorrow.
No show tonight, so no rendition of Bastille Day.

(Note: I'm efforting to go to the September 23rd show here in San Antonio.)

 

[JR]

 

[hondo]

I feel the urge to surrender to someone.

 

[dooley_womack1]

Surrender, Dorothy!

 

[Boom_70]

Surrender, Dorothy!

Big Dog just felt a twinge and does not know why.

 

[Dyno]

"Don't get saucy with me, Bearnaise!"

 

[heyabbott]

Arise children of the fatherland
The day of glory has arrived
Against us tyranny's
Bloody standard is raised
Listen to the sound in the fields
The howling of these fearsome soldiers
They are coming into our midst
To cut the throats of your sons and consorts

To arms citizens Form your battalions
March, march
Let impure blood
Water our furrows

What do they want this horde of slaves
Of traitors and conspiratorial kings?
For whom these vile chains
These long-prepared irons?
Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
What methods must be taken?
It is us they dare plan
To return to the old slavery!

What! These foreign cohorts!
They would make laws in our courts!
What! These mercenary phalanxes
Would cut down our warrior sons
Good Lord! By chained hands
Our brow would yield under the yoke
The vile despots would have themselves be
The masters of destiny

Tremble, tyrants and traitors
The shame of all good men
Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
Will receive their just reward
Against you we are all soldiers
If they fall, our young heros
France will bear new ones
Ready to join the fight against you

Frenchmen, as magnanimous warriors
Bear or hold back your blows
Spare these sad victims
That they regret taking up arms against us
But not these bloody despots
These accomplices of Bouillé
All these tigers who pitilessly
Ripped out their mothers' wombs

We too shall enlist
When our elders' time has come
To add to the list of deeds
Inscribed upon their tombs
We are much less jealous of surviving them
Than of sharing their coffins
We shall have the sublime pride
Of avenging or joining them

Drive on sacred patriotism
Support our avenging arms
Liberty, cherished liberty
Join the struggle with your defenders
Under our flags, let victory
Hurry to your manly tone
So that in death your enemies
See your triumph and our glory!

 

[micropolitan guy]

Cake for everyone! For the glory of Fraaunce! Or however Cloris Leachman pronounced it.

 

[Piotr Rasputin]

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, o 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 mould 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

 

[PeterGibbons]

I thought this was going to be a thread on how to properly surrender

 

[slappy4428]

 

[Football_Bat]

I fart in your general direction!

 

[heyabbott]