Religions > Atheism > Sing to our Motherland, home of the free,To Communism's triumph lead us on!
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27 May 2006 03:15:35 AM |
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Sing to our Motherland, home of the free,To Communism's triumph lead us on! |
Sing to our Motherland, home of the free,
Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong!
The Party of Lenin, the strength of our peoples,
To Communism's triumph lead us on!
Through tempests the sunrays of freedom have cheered us
Along the new path where great Lenin did lead.
To a righteous cause he raised up the peoples,
Inspired them to labor and heroic deeds.
In the victory of Communism's deathless ideals
We see the future of our dear Land,
And to her fluttering scarlet banner
Selflessly true we always shall stanD
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| User: "John Baker" |
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| Title: Re: Sing to our Motherland, home of the free,To Communism's triumph lead us on! |
27 May 2006 04:13:30 AM |
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On 27 May 2006 01:15:35 -0700, "TRUECRISTIAN" <XL3@OPERAMAIL.COM>
wrote:
<PLONK!>
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| User: "Pastor Kutchie" |
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| Title: Re: Sing to our Motherland, home of the free,To Communism's triumph lead us on! |
27 May 2006 04:41:29 AM |
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TRUECRISTIAN wrote:
Sing to our Motherland, home of the free,
Bulwark of peoples in brotherhood strong!
The Party of Lenin, the strength of our peoples,
To Communism's triumph lead us on!
Trouble is, they could only afford a Cossack Dneiper which leaked even
more oil.
Through tempests the sunrays of freedom have cheered us
Along the new path where great Lenin did lead.
To a righteous cause he raised up the peoples,
Inspired them to labor and heroic deeds.
Trouble is, the party got taken over by a trained Orthodox Christian
priest.
In the victory of Communism's deathless ideals
We see the future of our dear Land,
And to her fluttering scarlet banner
Selflessly true we always shall stanD
Trouble is, the people who keep the flag flying.
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| User: "Parsifal" |
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| Title: Re: Sing to our Motherland, home of the free,To Communism's triumph lead us on! |
27 May 2006 06:07:37 AM |
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Your point?
Why don't you instead meditate on that song, written by a real
American, more than 40 years ago:
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Bob Dylan
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| User: "R. Pierce Butler" |
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| Title: Re: Sing to our Motherland, home of the free,To Communism's triumph lead us on! |
27 May 2006 08:38:07 AM |
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"Parsifal" <jeanpascalvachon@gmail.com> wrote in
news:1148728057.034462.12370@j33g2000cwa.googlegroups.com:
Your point?
Why don't you instead meditate on that song, written by a real
American, more than 40 years ago:
My favorite has always been Gungi Din.
I shan’t forgit the night
When I dropped be’ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should ’a’ been.
I was chokin’ mad with thirst,
An’ the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin’, gruntin’ Gunga Din.
’E lifted up my ’ead,
An’ he plugged me where I bled,
An’ ’e guv me ’arf-a-pint o’ water-green:
It was crawlin’ and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I’ve drunk,
I’m gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was “Din! Din! Din!
’Ere’s a beggar with a bullet through ’is spleen;
’E’s chawin’ up the ground,
An’ ’e’s kickin’ all around:
For Gawd’s sake git the water, Gunga Din!”
’E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An’ a bullet come an’ drilled the beggar clean.
’E put me safe inside,
An’ just before ’e died,
“I ’ope you liked your drink”, sez Gunga Din.
So I’ll meet ’im later on
At the place where ’e is gone—
Where it’s always double drill and no canteen;
’E’ll be squattin’ on the coals
Givin’ drink to poor damned souls,
An’ I’ll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I’ve belted you and flayed you,
By the livin’ Gawd that made you,
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
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| User: "Christopher A. Lee" |
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| Title: Re: Sing to our Motherland, home of the free,To Communism's triumph lead us on! |
27 May 2006 09:13:49 PM |
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On Sat, 27 May 2006 13:38:07 GMT, "R. Pierce Butler"
<spamsucks@google.com> wrote:
You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
That's Australian for "locked out".
"Open the door, I gunga din"
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