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Author Topic: Christmas Triple Feature  (Read 813 times)
chicar
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« on: December 10, 2013, 04:18:07 pm »

Christmas as a odd way to inspire me, therefore here three shortys for the price of one....

I Saw Three Airships
I saw three airships come flying in,
On Cogmas day, on Cogmas day,
I saw three airships come flying in,
On Cogmas day in the morning.
 And what was in those airships all three?
On Cogmas day, on Cogmas day,
And what was in those airships all three?
On Cogmas day in the morning.
Our Saviour Tesla and his lady
On Cogmas day, on Cogmas day,
Our Saviour Tesla and his lady,
On Cogmas day in the morning.
 Pray whither flyed those airships all three?
On Cogmas day, on Cogmas day,
Pray whither flyed those airships all three?
On Cogmas day in the morning.
 Oh, they flyed into Manchester,
On Cogmas day, on Cogmas day,
Oh, they flyed into Manchester,
On Cogmas day in the morning.
 And all the valves on earth shall chimes,
On Cogmas day, on Cogmas day,
And all the valves on earth shall chimes,
On Cogmas day in the morning.
 And all the Birds in Stimphalia shall sing,
On Cogmas day, on Cogmas day,
And all the Birds in Stimphalia shall sing,
On Cogmas day in the morning.
 And all the Spark on earth shall sing,
On Cogmas day, on Cogmas day,
And all the Spark on earth shall sing,
On Cogmas day in the morning.
 Then let us all rejoice, Deus Ex,
On Cogmas day, on Cogmas day,
Then let us all rejoice, Deus Ex,
On Cogmas day in the morning.
The Humunculi and the Clockworker
There was once a clockworker, who worked very hard and was very honest: but still he could not earn enough to live upon; and at last all he had in the world was gone, save just brass enough to make one toy.
Then he prepared his brass, all ready to make up the next day, meaning to rise early in the morning to his work. His conscience was clear and his heart light amidst all his troubles; so he went peaceably to bed, left all his cares to Heaven, and soon fell asleep. In the morning after he had said his prayers, he sat himself down to his work; when, to his great wonder, there stood the toy all ready made, upon the table. The good man knew not what to say or think at such an odd thing happening. He looked at the workmanship; there was not one loose gear in the whole job; all was so neat and true, that it was quite a masterpiece.
The same day a customer came in, and the toy pleased him so well that he willingly paid a price higher than usual for them; and the poor clockworker, with the money, bought brass enough to make two more toys. In the evening he prepared the work, and went to bed early, that he might get up and begin tinkering next day; but he was saved all the trouble, for when he got up in the morning the work was done ready to his hand. Soon in came buyers, who paid him handsomely for his goods, so that he bought brass enough for four toys more. He prepared the work again overnight and found it done in the morning, as before; and so it went on for some time: what was got ready in the evening was always done by daybreak, and the good man soon became thriving and well off again.
One evening, about Christmas-time, as he and his wife were sitting over the fire chatting together, he said to her, ’I should like to sit up and watch tonight, that we may see who it is that comes and does my work for me.’ The wife liked the thought; so they left a light burning, and hid themselves in a corner of the room, behind a curtain that was hung up there, and watched what would happen.
As soon as it was midnight, there came in two little naked humunculi; and they sat themselves upon the clockworker’s bench, took up all the work that was prepared, and began to tinker with their little fingers, screwing and wiring and winging away at such a rate, that the clockworker was all wonder, and could not take his eyes off them. And on they went, till the job was quite done, and the toys stood ready for use upon the table. This was long before daybreak; and then they bustled away as quick as lightning.
The next day the wife said to the clockworker. ’These little wights have made us rich, and we ought to be thankful to them, and do them a good turn if we can. I am quite sorry to see them run about as they do; and indeed it is not very decent, for they have nothing upon their backs to keep off the cold. I’ll tell you what, I will make each of them a shirt, and a coat and waistcoat, and a pair of pantaloons into the bargain; and do you make each of them a little pair of shoes.’
The thought pleased the good tinkerer very much; and one evening, when all the things were ready, they laid them on the table, instead of the work that they used to prepared, and then went and hid themselves, to watch what the little humunculi would do.
About midnight in they came, dancing and skipping, hopped round the room, and then went to sit down to their work as usual; but when they saw the clothes lying for them, they laughed and chuckled, and seemed mightily delighted.
Then they dressed themselves in the twinkling of an eye, and danced and capered and sprang about, as merry as could be; till at last they danced out at the door, and away over the green.
The good couple saw them no more; but everything went well with them from that time forward, as long as they lived.

Nuthin for Christmas
Steampunk Version
I broke my clock on Johnny's head
Somebody snitched on me
I hid a squid in sister's bed
Somebody snitched on me

I spilled some oil on Mommy's rug
I made Tommy eat a cog
Steal some gum with a laser gun
Somebody snitched on me, oh
I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas
Mommy and Daddy are mad
I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas
'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad
I put a screw on teacher's chair
Somebody snitched on me
I nail a knot in Susie's hair
Somebody snitched on me

I roll a buggy on Mommy's plants
Climbed a tree and tore my overalls
Filled that sugar bowl with magnetite
Somebody snitched on me
I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas
Mommy and Daddy are mad
I'm getting nuttin' for Christmas
'Cause I ain't been nuttin' but bad
So you better be good, whatever you do
'Cause if you're bad, I'm warning you
You'll get nuttin' for Christmas




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The word pagan came from paganus , who mean peasant . Its was a way to significate than christianism was the religion of the elite and paganism the one of the savage worker class.

''Trickster shows us how we trick OURSELVES. Her rampant curiosity backfires, but, then, something NEW is discovered (though usually not what She expected)! This is where creativity comes from—experiment, do something different, maybe even something forbidden, and voila! A breakthrough occurs! Ha! Ha! We are released! The world is created anew! Do something backwards, break your own traditions, the barrier breaks; destroy the world as you know it, let the new in.''
Extract of the Dreamflesh article ''Path of The Sacred Clown''
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