THE CONGO By: Vachel Lindsay 0:18 I. Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, Pounded on the table, Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom, Hard as they were able, Boom, boom, BOOM, With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom, Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM. THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision. I could not turn from their revel in derision. THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK, CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK. Then along that riverbank A thousand miles Tattooed cannibals danced in files; Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust song And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan gong. And "BLOOD" screamed the whistles and the fifes of the warriors, "BLOOD" screamed the skull- faced, lean witch-doctors, "Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle, Harry the uplands, Steal all the cattle, Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle, Bing. Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM," A roaring, epic, rag-time tune From the mouth of the Congo To the Mountains of the Moon. Death is an Elephant, Torch-eyed and horrible, Foam-flanked and terrible. BOOM, steal the pygmies, BOOM, kill the Arabs, BOOM, kill the white men, HOO, HOO, HOO. Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost Burning in Hell for his hand- maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell Cutting his hands off, down in Hell. Listen to the creepy proclamation, Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation, Blown past the white-ants' hill of clay, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play: "Be careful what you do, Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the Congo, And all of the other Gods of the Congo, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you."
Hear, here! Well done! Thx! wwg1wga We -- we ALL, are certainly "people of our times" & We -- we "moderns" ... what WILL BE SAID of we and OUR "times"? Dickens' tail wagging our dog a tale of 2 civilizations? excruciating IN EXTREMIS penultimately Methinks, not much. Perhaps an asterisk denoting unmentionable inhumanity & barbarity ANATHEMA MARANATHA! Holy Saturday 2022
Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost Burning in hell for his hand-maimed host. Hear how the demons chuckle and yell. Cutting his hands off, down in Hell. Listen to the creepy proclamation, Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation, Blown past the white-ants' hill of clay, Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play: -
THE CONGO
By: Vachel Lindsay
0:18
I. Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table, Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom, Hard as they were able, Boom, boom, BOOM,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom, Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM.
THEN I had religion, THEN I had a vision.
I could not turn from their revel in derision.
THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK, CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.
Then along that riverbank A thousand miles
Tattooed cannibals danced in files;
Then I heard the boom of the
blood-lust song And a thigh-bone beating on a tin-pan gong.
And "BLOOD" screamed the whistles and the fifes of the warriors,
"BLOOD" screamed the skull- faced, lean witch-doctors, "Whirl ye the deadly voo-doo rattle,
Harry the uplands,
Steal all the cattle,
Rattle-rattle, rattle-rattle, Bing.
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, BOOM,"
A roaring, epic, rag-time tune From the mouth of the Congo
To the Mountains of the Moon.
Death is an Elephant, Torch-eyed and horrible, Foam-flanked and terrible. BOOM, steal the pygmies, BOOM, kill the Arabs, BOOM, kill the white men,
HOO, HOO, HOO. Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost
Burning in Hell for his hand- maimed host.
Hear how the demons chuckle and yell
Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Listen to the creepy
proclamation,
Blown through the lairs of the
forest-nation, Blown past the white-ants' hill of clay,
Blown past the marsh where the butterflies play:
"Be careful what you do, Or Mumbo-Jumbo, God of the
Congo, And all of the other
Gods of the Congo,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you, Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you,
Mumbo-Jumbo will hoo-doo you."
I’m related to him. In family records, it is spelled: Lindsey!
1:53 & 6:30
Hear, here!
Well done!
Thx!
wwg1wga
We -- we ALL, are certainly "people of our times"
&
We -- we "moderns" ... what WILL BE SAID of we and OUR "times"?
Dickens'
tail wagging our dog
a tale
of 2 civilizations?
excruciating IN EXTREMIS penultimately
Methinks, not much.
Perhaps
an asterisk
denoting
unmentionable
inhumanity
&
barbarity
ANATHEMA MARANATHA!
Holy Saturday
2022
0:39
Just checking this out after watching The Expendables. Pretty good.
Actually, I’m related to his wife… need to check my research.
Listen to the yell of Leopold's ghost
Burning in hell for his hand-maimed host.
Hear how the demons chuckle and yell.
Cutting his hands off, down in Hell.
Listen to the creepy proclamation,
Blown through the lairs of the forest-nation,
Blown past the white-ants' hill of clay,
Blown past the marsh where the butterflies
play: -
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LET'S GO AMBER
Grape is natural
Grape is healthy
Grape is good
Society needs more grape
Cultivate grape
@@unsabdipal let's grape the world!
Buckvaas. The term is pronounced as Buck Vaas and is used to quote anything. that's nonsensical. Quoted by LLTBoXA
Oh, BTW, Chuck Connors sent me.
j/s
Rap
--but not crap.
rap
ditto
Buck Vaas
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