Thursday, February 07, 2013
The Song For Making Water
-The old men ask the gods for a stronger stream.
-WHILE you’re...? Strange.
-Not to us. We chant or sing though everything.
-So if I walk through the village, I’ll hear...?
-Constantly. In the morning the young men.
-Bragging of course.
-How they destroy rocks with their peeing!
-Makes me laugh, who has to keep up potency in
all areas. With a young wife.
-Our elders would never allow such a marriage.
The young should be like an explosion!
And the old, together in gentle farting.
-Not yet.
-You say, but the gods decide!
(sings)
Life is heaven-sent.
Beg them to relent
if you dearly wish,
But gods have made the dish
already.
-Not much for you to know then. The gods handle everything.
-Why we‘re so happy!
-The old men ask the gods for a stronger stream.
-WHILE you’re...? Strange.
-Not to us. We chant or sing though everything.
-So if I walk through the village, I’ll hear...?
-Constantly. In the morning the young men.
-Bragging of course.
-How they destroy rocks with their peeing!
-Makes me laugh, who has to keep up potency in
all areas. With a young wife.
-Our elders would never allow such a marriage.
The young should be like an explosion!
And the old, together in gentle farting.
-Not yet.
-You say, but the gods decide!
(sings)
Life is heaven-sent.
Beg them to relent
if you dearly wish,
But gods have made the dish
already.
-Not much for you to know then. The gods handle everything.
-Why we‘re so happy!
Labels: Anthropology, chanting, gods, old, singing, young
