Ja tuo Heracleum Mantegazziani on siis jättiläisukonputken kasvitieteellinen nimi. Käsittääkseni.Turn and run!
Nothing can stop them,
Around every river and canal their power is growing.
Stamp them out!
We must destroy them,
They infiltrate each city with their thick dark warning odour.
They are invincible,
They seem immune to all our herbicidal battering.
Long ago in the russian hills,
A victorian explorer found the regal hogweed by a marsh,
He captured it and brought it home.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
He came home to london,
And made a present of the hogweed to the royal gardens at kew.
Waste no time!
They are approaching.
Hurry now, we must protect ourselves and find some shelter
Strike by night!
They are defenceless.
They all need the sun to photosensitize their venom.
Still they're invincible,
Still they're immune to all our herbicidal battering.
Fashionable country gentlemen had some cultivated wild gardens,
In which they innocently planted the giant hogweed throughout the land.
Botanical creature stirs, seeking revenge.
Royal beast did not forget.
Soon they escaped, spreading their seed,
Preparing for an onslaught, threatening the human race.
The dance of the giant hogweed
Mighty hogweed is avenged.
Human bodies soon will know our anger.
Kill them with your hogweed hairs
HERACLEUM MANTEGAZZIANI
Giant hogweed lives
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Tuossa sitten tulevaisuudelleTämänhetkinen tilanne ja fiilikset kiteytyvät hienosti tässä kappaleessa:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OW-QaSndgcA
En osaa sanoa. Olin siihen aikaan ulkona käveleksimässä. Jostain tuo kuitenkin ponnahti mieleen.Tuo kuului reilu tunti sitten radiosta. :ahem: Ehkä.
Samaan sarjaan vois pistää muinaisen (kai ne vieläkin joskus soittelee) Ypö-viis -orkesterin 'Steppaava hirvi' -biisin, jota ei näytä youtubesta löytyvän, mutta lyriikat olis tällaiset:No nyt avautui tämän biisin 'idea' vähän paremmin.
Steppaava hirvi Kouvolan asemalla.
Steppaava hirvi Kouvolan asemalla.
Steppaava hirvi Kouvolan asemalla.
Mutta mitä sanoi aseman päällikkö kun oli Kouvolan asemalla steppaava hirvi?
Hirvi.
Hi-hi-hi-hi-hirvi.
Hi-hi-hi-hi-hirvi.
Steppaava hirvi Kouvolan asemalla.
Steppaava hirvi Kouvolan asemalla.
Steppaava hirvi Kouvolan asemalla.
Mitä sanoi aseman päällikkö kun oli Kouvolan asemalla steppaava hirvi?
Hirvi. Uaa-aa.
Hirvi. Uaa-aa.
Hirvi. Uaa-aa.
Hirvi. Uaa-uaa-uaa.
Steppaava hirvi Kouvolan asemalla.
Steppaava hirvi Kouvolan asemalla.
Steppaava hirvi Kouvolan asemalla.
Mitä sanoi aseman päällikkö kun oli Kouvolan asemalla steppaava hirvi?
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa hirvi.
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa hirvi.
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa hirvi.
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa hirvi.
Ammuu.
Leonard Cohen sanoi:Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every other living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I was the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's RIDING crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and a white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'.
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder.