I really shouldn't listen to the words so much...
One of the technicians where I work, the one nearest to where I work, is currently listening to a country music station. Carrie Underwood's cover of 'Do you Hear What I Hear' (Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy...yeah, that song...)just played...
And my mind started going to work on the lyrics.
Specifically this segment.
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know?
In your palace warm, mighty king
Do you know what I know?
A child, a child, shivers in the cold,
Let us bring him silver and gold.
Let us bring him silver and gold.
This is a fail on so many levels!
First, he's going to a king based on a rumor an immature sheep told him?
The palace guards let him enter based on this bit of tom woolery?
Hey, King! A kid's just been born and it's freezing out; we need to throw money at him!
Now, you're a shepherd boy...nice, dependable salt-of-the-earth type folk. Forget about wondering why he's suddenly having hallucinations of talking lambs, and we aren't even going to get into how the lamb got involved in all this in the first place, there's this baby freezing his newborn buns off...and he wants to give him metal coins?
Any practical shepherd would have told the king "SEND BLANKETS!"
Then, of course, there's the other side to all this...
"Father?"
"Yes, my son?"
"They gave me gold and silver. Looks like they're further gone than we thought; they've already evolved to throwing money at the problem."
"It does look like we're going to have to go with plan B after all."
"Goddammit..."
"Now, my son, what have I told you about taking my name in vain?"
"Sorry, Father..."
And my mind started going to work on the lyrics.
Specifically this segment.
Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king
Do you know what I know?
In your palace warm, mighty king
Do you know what I know?
A child, a child, shivers in the cold,
Let us bring him silver and gold.
Let us bring him silver and gold.
This is a fail on so many levels!
First, he's going to a king based on a rumor an immature sheep told him?
The palace guards let him enter based on this bit of tom woolery?
Hey, King! A kid's just been born and it's freezing out; we need to throw money at him!
Now, you're a shepherd boy...nice, dependable salt-of-the-earth type folk. Forget about wondering why he's suddenly having hallucinations of talking lambs, and we aren't even going to get into how the lamb got involved in all this in the first place, there's this baby freezing his newborn buns off...and he wants to give him metal coins?
Any practical shepherd would have told the king "SEND BLANKETS!"
Then, of course, there's the other side to all this...
"Father?"
"Yes, my son?"
"They gave me gold and silver. Looks like they're further gone than we thought; they've already evolved to throwing money at the problem."
"It does look like we're going to have to go with plan B after all."
"Goddammit..."
"Now, my son, what have I told you about taking my name in vain?"
"Sorry, Father..."