Twelve days of Solstice - часть одиннадцатая

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Ну что, мли маленькие, но такие новогодние культисты, тридцать первое число все ближе, а мы с вами уже потихоньку выруливаем на финишную прямую нашего ктулхического марафона, ну мы ли не молодцы? )
Сегодня в программе - роскошно-распиздяйская песенка о вреде археологии.

Harley Got Devoured By The Undead

Harley Got Devoured By The Undead

Слова песни, в которых утверждается, что не стоит заниматься раскопками могли всяких непонятных волшебников, а то мало ли кто там тебя з0хавает.
Harley got devoured by the undead
Walking down in some forgotten tomb.
You can say there's no such thing as zombies,
But that's how Harley Warren met his doom.

He'd been readin' lots of weird books, and I begged him not to go.
But he'd brook no procrastination to learn the truths that mankind mustn't know.
When we reached the cemetery, with our lights and telephone,
He descended in the darkness and he left me waiting for him alone.

Harley got devoured by the undead
Walking down in some ol' wizards tomb.
You can say there's no such thing as zombies,
But that's how Harley Warren met his doom.

Well I waited and I waited for some word from down below.
And then ol' Harley started screaming, "Run, my God, now, Carter, go man go!"
So I stood alone in horror, paralyzed with fear and dread.
When a voice dead and inhuman whispered to me, "Oh, you fool, Warren's dead!"

Harley got devoured by the undead
Walking down in some ol' wizards tomb.
You can say there's no such thing as zombies,
But that's how Harley Warren met his doom.

Again I say, I do not know what has become of Harley Warren, though I think - almost hope - that he is in peaceful oblivion, if there be anywhere so blessed a thing. It is true that I have for five years been his closest friend, and a partial sharer of his terrible research into the unknown. But I must insist that I know nothing save what I have already sung.

Harley got devoured by the undead
Walking down in some ol' wizards tomb.
You can say there's no such thing as zombies,
But that's how Harley Warren met his doom.

Исходная песенка тоже радостно-распиздяйская по самое не могу. Называется она "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer", и на ю-тьюбе я нашла ее исполнение моими любимыми Irish Rovers.

Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe


She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog
And we'd begged her not to go
But she'd left her medication
So she stumbled out the door into the snow


When they found her Christmas mornin'
At the scene of the attack
There were hoof prints on her forehead
And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back



Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe


Now were all so proud of Grandpa
He's been takin' this so well
See him in there watchin' football
Drinkin' beer and playin' cards with cousin Belle


It's not Christmas without Grandma
All the family's dressed in black
And we just can't help but wonder


Should we open up her gifts or send them back?


Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walkin' home from our house Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe



Now the goose is on the table
And the pudding made of pig
And a blue and silver candle
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig



I've warned all my friends and neighbors

Better watch out for yourselves
They should never give a license
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves


Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walkin' home from our house, Christmas eve
You can say there's no such thing as Santa
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe!

@темы: Twelve days of Solstice, Ктулху дремле