pray for pills
Remember, remember the Fifth of November
The Gunpowder Treason and plot
I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match
Holler boys, holler boys, ring bells ring
Holler boys, holler boys, God Save the King!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope
A farthing o'cheese to choke him
A pint of beer to rinse it down
A faggot of sticks to burn him
Burn him in a tub of tar
Burn him like a blazing star
Burn his body from his head
Then we'll say old Pope is dead
Hip Hip Hoorah!
Hip Hip Hoorah!
Hip Hip Hoorah!
it was straight up weird (for an english man in new york) last night.
people took to the streets shouting 'woo...yeah...yes we can...yes we did...woooooohooooo'
street parties raged as people celebrated obama's presidential victory.
earlier in the evening at dinner with sara and heather, i'd managed to effortlessly upset some NY folk by pretending to have voted for john mc cain.
there was a visable sense of humour bypass as people turned their backs on me, with shocked open mouths, thinking that i'd vote republican.
too easy.
this afternoon i bought some (more) 'clothing of black origin' from macys.
woooo-yeah
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