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Sunday favorites February 5, 2012

Psalm 137:1-4

By the rivers of Babylon—
there we sat down and there we wept
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there
we hung up our harps.
For there our captors
asked us for songs,
and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying,
‘Sing us one of the songs of Zion!’

How could we sing the Lord’s song
in a foreign land?

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  • Oops, double post’d!

  • Anonymous

    “O daughter Babylon, you devastator!
       Blessed shall they be who pay you back
       what you have done to us!

    Blessed shall they be who take your little ones
       and dash them against the rocks.”

    Yeah… that verse is kind of a stickler.

  • cjmr’s husband

    I vaguely remember a popular recording from when I was a kid in the late 70s; but I remember better hearing a parody on Radio 2…. “There’s a dentist in Birmingham…”

  • Anonymous

    My grand-mother died this morning. Strange how something can be expected for so long and yet still take you by surprise. Well, it’s over now. Worried most about her husband- after sixty-four years of marriage, I don’t know what he’s going to do now.
    Fred, if it’s okay with you, I was planning on reading this at the funeral, wake, or whatever we do:

    Probably my favorite post of yours ever.

  • My condolences. You’re right, even when it is expected, it still hurts.

  • Anonymous

    Jurgen, I’m so sorry.
    It’s never easy. Be good to yourself.
    And deepest sympathy to you and your family.

  • John Small Berries

    Haven’t heard the “There’s a dentist in Birmingham” parody, but my favorite of those is PDQ Bach’s “By the Leeks of Babylon” from The Seasonings (S. 1/2 tsp)

  • Anonymous

    The popular song:  Don McLean

    The parody:

  • Anonymous

    (Further evidence that Fred really is a sort of pastor to us all, even the atheists like myself.) My condolences on your loss, Jurgan.

  • gocart mozart

    I have a new blog up and running.  Its intended to document the atheism of Ayn Rand in order to stick it to right-wing, Rand loving, “Christians”.  Take a stand Republicans:  Embrace or denounce her God hating.  I welcome any thoughts or suggested future content or links in the comments and I apologize for the shameless blog-whoring.

  • Amaryllis

    Deepest sympathies, Jurgan.

    May the mourners find comfort, and the may exiles find home.

    Tonight my bag is packed
    Tomorrow I’ll walk these tracks
    That will lead me across the border

    Tomorrow my love and I
    Will sleep ‘neath auburn skies
    Somewhere across the border

    We’ll leave behind my dear
    The pain and sadness we found here
    And we’ll drink from the Bravo’s muddy waters

    Where the sky grows grey and white
    We’ll meet on the other side
    There across the border

    For you I’ll build a house
    High up on a grassy hill
    Somewhere across the border

    Where pain and memory
    Pain and memory have been stilled
    There across the border

    And sweet blossoms fill the air
    Pastures of gold and green
    Roll down into cool clear waters

    And in your arms ‘neath the open skies
    I’ll kiss the sorrow from your eyes
    There across the border

    Tonight we’ll sing the songs
    I’ll dream of you my corazon
    And tomorrow my heart will be strong

    And may the saints’ blessing and grace
    Carry me safely into your arms
    There across the border

    For what are we
    Without hope in our hearts
    That someday we’ll drink from God’s blessed waters

    And eat the fruit from the vine
    I know love and fortune will be mine
    Somewhere across the border

    – Bruce Springsteen

  • Anonymous

    Thanks to all for your kind words.

  • Anonymous

    My condolences as well.

    Also, this is relevant to the topic at hand:

    “Jerusalem” – Matisyahu