Lyrics after the jump
Long ago, life was clean
Sex was bad, called obscene
And the rich, were so mean
Stately homes, for the Lords
Croquet lawns, village greens
Victoria was my queen
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, toria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Land of hope and gloria
Land of my Victoria
Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Canada to India
Australia to Cornwall
Singapore to Hong Kong
From the West to the East
From the rich to the poor
Victoria loved them all
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria, 'toria
Victoria, Victoria, Victoria
26 comments:
"...Let her sun never set..."
Good sentiments, though by the time of the song it mostly had, and sinks lower on the horizon every day. I include the US and all of Western Civ in that scenario. Excuse my pessimism, please. I so hope I am mistaken.
If you don't mind me saying so here...
I feel just fine.
Went to a Reds game tonight -- they lost, not happy about that -- but obviously out of pocket for several hours.
And I feel just fine.
I feel fine too. I watched the Reds too - on MLB.tv. My favorite player is Todd Frazier who I predict will wind up in the Hall some day.
Meade:
If you wish to make any further communications with me, do so through the mails. Your attorney can tell you how to find my business address.
I don't have an attorney.
This was a very private post.
Chickelit:
I am sorry; I thought my comment would be innocuous. I didn't expect what followed; and I intended to say, what I said above, when the first opportunity arose.
If you want to delete it, I won't be offended.
In the spirit of Victoria and England, forever...here is Men of Harlech.
Had they not gone before us in 1940, we'd not have a thing left today.
Today is always an emotional day. For me. As a kid many of my friends had no fathers coming home. Once upon a time single parent family did not mean promiscuous sex or divorce. I know, its hard to envision today...that day in time when 12 Million men from America alone, plus England, Poland, Canada, Russia (USSR) and France, went off to war. Can we still imagine millions of dead? Can we bow down in respect for what was sacrificed?
I am no longer sure.
chickelit said...
Lem said...
WLEM threads are open threads, I think. That's how I treat them.
WLEM threads belong to deborah, who casts broadly, in a broad fashion, east of the Mississippi. KLEM threads are mine and I broadcast west of the Mississippi. But you're all free to comment on my posts.
June 7, 2014 at 12:45 AM
Is there an echo in here?
@Meade: Different blogs are allowed different comment policies. For example, I mostly delete Titus from my own blog "El Pollo Real" because he clearly adds nothing and only wants to leave insulting and or obscene remarks.
Lem gives us deletion discretion here and some wield it.
At 12:45 you said "you're all free to comment on my posts"
10 minutes later at 12:55 you said "This was a very private post."
Where she's narrow she's as narrow as an arrow,
And she's broad where a broad should be broaaaaad.
Chickelit....the verses:
I was born, lucky me
In a land that I love
Though I am poor, I am free
When I grow I shall fight
For this land I shall die
Let her sun never set
Victoria, Victoria, ...
Very appropriate for 06 June in any year. Maybe I missed your intent, but I don't think so. Those lyrics describe the most of us who work and/or have served for betterment of a nation, of an idea, of the state of the world. I will not apologize for the efforts of my country, or those of England either. Our net impact in the world has been positive, even with our stumbles. God bless us all.
Thanks for that comment, Aridog.
Ari, I mulling over something similar the other day after watching Apocalypto, a movie about South American tribes being abducted by other South American tribes to be sacrificed to their gods. Beautifully and grisily filmed. And I got to thinking how the coming of the white man stopped that. And how the British stopped the burning of widows alive on their husbands funeral pyres. Oh, yes, we have royally screwed the pooch in our many ways, but out of it all a sort of progress has been made.
Oddly enough, my dad's 1st Marine Division official march was Waltzing Matilda, an Australian folk tune. Blows me away.
"Following the Battle of Guadalcanal, the division's Marines were sent to Melbourne, Australia for rest and refit.[12] It was during this time that the division took the traditional Australian folk song "Waltzing Matilda" as its battle hymn. To this day, 1st Division Marines still ship out to this song being played."
Deborah...where ever our soldiers & Marines have gone, anywhere in the world, you can find images like this one in Iraq. We try to leave a bit of good where ever we go, it relieves the horror, if you will and restores faith in ourselves as well. This photo was one sent home to a guys parents. It is a symbol of pride without the arrogance or hubris.
I apologize, the photo I linked above was taken in Afghanistan, not Iraq. It carries the same message none-the-less.
pssst: Aridog, the lyrics are satire. You've been suckered.
My Uncle Jim Wilson was wounded on Guadalcanal and went to Australia later. He still abides.
Meade said...
pssst: Aridog, the lyrics are satire. You've been suckered.
Actually, I think the vaunted Ray Davies was suckered -- back then at least. He and every other Brit and American willing to piss on the honorable intentions of their own nation(s). I do wonder what Davies' politics are like these days.
Whatever, man. But I really did think you were smarter than to post a song like that on D-Day. I'm genuinely astonished at your obvious stupidity in doing that.
What _did_ you mean when you said "this was a very private post"?
Weird.
Thanks Ari. About 20 years ago I was at church and we were singing America the Beautiful. I wasn't familiar with other than the first verse and had to sit down, crying, when I sang the third:
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
Thank you for your service, Aridog.
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