Your Going To Die, Get Used To It (or, Insert HERE!!)

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Corfe graveyard, Dorset. 22/05/2007


When The Man Comes Around (J.C.)

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder.
One of the four beasts saying “come and see”,
and I saw, and behold a white horse.

There’s a man going around taking names,
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won’t be treated all the same.
There will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter’s ground
When the man comes around?

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum.
Voices calling and voices crying,
Some are born and some are dying.
It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree,
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree,
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

‘Til Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home,
The wise man will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet, they’ll cast the golden crowns,
When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum.
Voices calling and voices crying,
Some are born and some are dying.
It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree,
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree,
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

In measured hundred weight and penny pound,
When the man comes around.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
and I looked and behold, a pale horse.
And his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.


I can’t remember the actual episode, but one of the lovely snippets I remember from The Simpsons is this little beauty:

2 crows are sitting talking at an open grave, (The Simpsons frequently take the piss out the Disney Corp, & I think it was a dig at the vultures in the Jungle Book), anyhoo, these crows are chatting away, when out of frame a dumper truck pulls up to the grave & tips it’s load, it fills the grave beyond the top, & sticking out of the top is Homer’s blue trousers + legs from the knees up. To which the 1st crow says to his friend, “WHAT A SACK OF CRAP”, to which his buddy replies, “indubitably old chap, indubitably!!”

Ha!!

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