In honor of my Tamil friend Suresh, I composed this fighting song for the Tamil Tigers. The language is perhaps a bit outdated; I sort of imagined them speaking a somewhat antiquated form of colonial English. I'm quite sure that in real life they don't. The brothers and sisters of Tamil Nadu call it the 'Nad for short, for those of you who are perplexed by the lyrics. Anyway, Wikipedia should give you all you need to understand this one, if you don't already:
We fight for honor and for glory
Proud sons and daughters of the ‘Nad
Honor to our brave soldiers
And glory only to the gods
We would not harm a cow, but we’ll disembowel ye now—
Fear the dreadful thunder of our rods—
And taste the awful savor of defeat
By proud sons and daughters of the ‘Nad.
The arrows fly thick and fast about your heads
Launched by the wrathful bow of Arjuna
Now we hunger for your cowardly blood
Though we won’t eat any flesh—not even tuna—
When Shiva’s eye does ope, ye’ll surely give up hope—
And flee before good Colonel Karuna--
He’ll help us win for honor and glory
Proud sons and daughters of the ‘Nad.
Proud sons and daughters of the 'Nad!
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It must have been a weekend of marching songs. We performed/wrote this one whilst walking in the Cotswolds (it is chanted in marching time and at the end of each verse we stop and shake our arses):
He is the leader,
punch him,
kcik him,
make him stop,
repeat x3
variation (upon gazing at a five year old, a hundred yards off the pace and hitting at nettles with a stick):
He is the dreamer
let him be.
pil
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