Hynek on Nostr: I really like this song that is coming back to me repeatedly ...
I really like this song that is coming back to me repeatedly
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSEBwQr3S2I
It’s called Plebs blues… Come on #plebstr!
Here it the translation to English:
When first I laid my eyes on the pyramids,
Cursed all the Cheops and Ramses I did,
For I am just one in this billion crowd,
Who always ends up burdened and bowed.
They design sandstone sphinxes grand,
So history may remember where they stand,
While I turn gears on the rail’s old steeds,
Or else, they'd make sure I pay for their deeds.
This is plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues,
This is the plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues.
For a bunch of radishes and onions too,
I’m history’s jester, a man without a clue,
Caesar’s doormat, the spear of Caligula,
A negative ready for history's retouch-a.
Often I’ve raised my head, only to feel the blow,
In various guises democracy did show,
I stop believing in the goodness of Christ’s flow,
Wondering if he exists, does anyone know?
This is plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues,
This is the plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues.
The papers claim I’m the world's backbone,
Yet I’m just its weary muscle, tired and prone,
Every half year to the Moon a rocket is flown,
And I crawl like a dung beetle, stone to stone.
I too have a heart, a heart that pounds with life,
Don’t think I constantly dream of strife!
Why then does no one hear my voice in this dive?
Why must I be just a simple, foolish knife?
This is plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues,
This is the plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues.
I don’t believe in sweet talks, only in myself,
What I can’t snatch, won’t be on my shelf.
Why promise me heaven when I die?
Born once, I intend to live, not just comply.
Just one in this billion crowd, I confess,
A cog in the wheel, perfectly meant to impress,
I don’t want to build your stupid pyramids, regress,
Leave me be, climb on someone else in this mess,
Even with this plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues,
Even with this plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSEBwQr3S2I
It’s called Plebs blues… Come on #plebstr!
Here it the translation to English:
When first I laid my eyes on the pyramids,
Cursed all the Cheops and Ramses I did,
For I am just one in this billion crowd,
Who always ends up burdened and bowed.
They design sandstone sphinxes grand,
So history may remember where they stand,
While I turn gears on the rail’s old steeds,
Or else, they'd make sure I pay for their deeds.
This is plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues,
This is the plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues.
For a bunch of radishes and onions too,
I’m history’s jester, a man without a clue,
Caesar’s doormat, the spear of Caligula,
A negative ready for history's retouch-a.
Often I’ve raised my head, only to feel the blow,
In various guises democracy did show,
I stop believing in the goodness of Christ’s flow,
Wondering if he exists, does anyone know?
This is plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues,
This is the plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues.
The papers claim I’m the world's backbone,
Yet I’m just its weary muscle, tired and prone,
Every half year to the Moon a rocket is flown,
And I crawl like a dung beetle, stone to stone.
I too have a heart, a heart that pounds with life,
Don’t think I constantly dream of strife!
Why then does no one hear my voice in this dive?
Why must I be just a simple, foolish knife?
This is plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues,
This is the plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues.
I don’t believe in sweet talks, only in myself,
What I can’t snatch, won’t be on my shelf.
Why promise me heaven when I die?
Born once, I intend to live, not just comply.
Just one in this billion crowd, I confess,
A cog in the wheel, perfectly meant to impress,
I don’t want to build your stupid pyramids, regress,
Leave me be, climb on someone else in this mess,
Even with this plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues,
Even with this plebs blues, plebs blues, plebs blues.