5. Fortune Presents Gifts not According
to the Book
Fortune presents gifts not according
to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
What various paths are followed in distributing honours
and possesions
She gives awards to some and penitent's cloaks to others
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd of his cottage and
and goatpen
And to whomever she fancies the lamest goat has born two
kids
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg
He swings in the sun and another gets away with a thousand
crimes
When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles
8. Black Sun
Murder! Man on fire.
Murder! I've seen the eyes of the living dead.
It's the same old game.Survival.
The great mass play a waiting game.
Embalmed, crippled,dying in fear of pain, all sense of
freedom gone.
Black sun in a white world.
Like having a black son in a white world.
I have a son, his name is eden.
It's his birthright beyond estranged times.
Give me 69 years, another season in this hell.
It's all sex and death as far as eyes can tell.
Like Prometheus we are bound.
Chained to this rock of a brave new world.
Our god forsaken lot.
And I feel thats all we have ever needed to know until
worlds end and the seas run cold
Give me 69 years, another season in this hell.
There is sex and death in mother natures plans
Other
The Song of the Sibyl
Original Catalan version
Al jorn del Judici
parra` qui haura` fet servici.
Un rei vendra` perpetual
vestit de nostra carn mortal;
del cel vindra` tot certament
per fer del segle jutjament.
Ans que el Judici no sera`
un gran senyal se mostrara`:
lo sol perdra` lo resplendor,
la terra tremira` de por.
Apre`s se badara` molt fort
amostrant-se de greu conhort;
mostrar-se han ab crits i trons
les infernals confusions.
Del cel gran foc davallara`,
com a sofre molt pudira`;
la terra cremara` ab furor,
la gent haura` molt gran terror.
Apre`s sera` un fort senyal
d'un terratre`mol general;
les pedres per mig se rompran
i les muntanyes se fondran.
Llavors ningu' tindra` talent
d'or, riqueses ni argent,
esperant tots quina sera`
La sente`ncia que es dara`.
De morir seran tots sos talents,
esclafir-los han totes les dents;
no hi haura` home que no plor,
tot lo mo'n sera` en tristor.
Los puigs i plans seran iguals,
alli seran los bons i mals,
reis, ducs, comtes i barons,
que de llurs fets retran raons.
Apre`s vindra` terriblement
lo Fill de De'u omnipotent;
de morts i vius judicara`:
qui be' haura` fet alli es parra`.
Los infants qui nats no seran
dintre ses mares cridaran
i diran tots plorosament:
"Ajuda'ns, De'u omnipotent".
Mare de De'u, pregau per no's,
puix so'u mare de pecadors,
que bona sente`ncia hajam
i paradis possejam.
Vosaltres tots qui escoltau,
devotament a De'u pregau
de cor ab gran devocio',
que us porte a salvacio'.
The Song of the Sibyl
English translation of original Catalan version
An eternal king will
come
Dressed in our mortal flesh:
He will come from heaven certainly
To pass judgement on the century.
Before judgement is passed
A great sign will show itself:
The sun will lose its shine
The earth will tremble with fear.
After will come mighty thunder
A sign of great wrath:
In an infernal confusion
Lightning and cries will resound.
A great fire will come down from heaven
In a stink of sulphur
And the earth will burn furiously
And great terror will afflict people.
After will come the terrible signal
Of a great earthquake
As rocks shatter
And mountains collapse.
Then no-one will have pieces of gold
Silver or riches,
And everyone will await
The sentence.
Death will leave them without a penny,
And will crush them all:
There will remain only men in tears,
And sadness will cover the world.
The plains and peaks will be all the same,
Good and evil will reach them both,
Kings, dukes, counts and barons
Will have to account for their actions.
And then will come impressively
The Son of God omnipotent,
He will judge the dead and the living,
The good will go to Heaven.
Children not yet born
Will cry from their mother's wombs,
And with the crying say:
"Help us, God, omnipotent".
Mother of God, pray for us,
You, the Mother of sinners,
May the sentence be merciful,
May Paradise be open to us.
You, who listen to everything,
Pray God with all devotion,
With all your heart and fervour,
That we should be saved.
The Catalan version is the one which
has lingered through time despite a ban imposed upon it
in the 16th century. It is one of the most ancient songs
in the Catalan region, dating from the 10th century. In
the 13th century the refrains of the Sibyl began to to be
sung in polyphony. The chant was performed mainly during
the feasts of Christmas but was also, in some places, performed
during holy week, particularly on Good Friday.
Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to
the Book
Original Spanish version
Da bienes Fortuna
que no esta'n escritos:
Cuando pitos flautas,
cuando flautas pitos.
Cua'n diversas sendas
se suelen seguir
en el repartir
honras y haciendas!
A unos da encomiendas,
a otros sambenitos.
Cuando pitos flautas,
cuando flautas pitos.
A veces despoja
de choza y apero
al mayor cabrero;
y a quien se le antoja
la cabra ma's coja
pare dos cabritos.
Cuando pitos flautas,
cuando flautas pitos.
En gustos de amores
suele traer bonanza
y en breve mudanza
los vuelve en dolores.
No da a uno favores,
y a otro infinitos.
Cuando pitos flautas,
cuando flautas pitos.
Porque en una aldea
un pobre mancebo
hurto' so'lo un huevo,
al sol bambolea;
y otro se pasea
con cien mil delitos.
Cuando pitos flautas,
cuando flautas pitos.
The original Spanish version of Fortune
Presents Gifts Not According to the Book is from the poem
'Letrillas' (1581) by the priest Luis de Gongora. The interesting
thing about this piece is that Dead Can Dance changed "a
hundred-thousand crimes" into "a thousand crimes"
in their version.
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