Rats!
"Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so,
They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope
To declare them fish.
We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.
They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.
Still they had to eat this thing.
In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.
We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done."
-Rasputina
I had never really paid attention to the lyrics of this song before the other day. The best part about this song, of course, is that it's true- I remember being delighted when I learned about it in history class. It wasn't rats, though, but the amazing capybara. (It was a Lent thing.) A while ago, James and I were visiting Jay in Wisconsin, and we went to the zoo, where we saw capybaras. And by "saw", I mean I stood there, pointed and laughed hysterically for several minutes. (Oh come on! They're *so* funny looking!) The capybaras just crouched there silently, glaring at me, with a sort of "just you wait" look. You get the feeling they get laughed at a lot. Sometimes, when things aren't going well, I wonder if somewhere those capybaras are gloating and responsible.
They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope
To declare them fish.
We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.
They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.
Still they had to eat this thing.
In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.
We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done."
-Rasputina
I had never really paid attention to the lyrics of this song before the other day. The best part about this song, of course, is that it's true- I remember being delighted when I learned about it in history class. It wasn't rats, though, but the amazing capybara. (It was a Lent thing.) A while ago, James and I were visiting Jay in Wisconsin, and we went to the zoo, where we saw capybaras. And by "saw", I mean I stood there, pointed and laughed hysterically for several minutes. (Oh come on! They're *so* funny looking!) The capybaras just crouched there silently, glaring at me, with a sort of "just you wait" look. You get the feeling they get laughed at a lot. Sometimes, when things aren't going well, I wonder if somewhere those capybaras are gloating and responsible.
