The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
This piece of wishful thinking was our old school song (English minor public school). Obviously the short answer to the question "And did those Feet in ancient times/Walk upon Englan's mountains green" is going to be "no". There aren't any nountains in England, for one thing. A few steep hills, but no mountains as the rest of the world knows then. And unless Jesus knew a very persuasive bloke at the Bethlehem travel agents or if he came over to see family in Golders Green or Cheetham Hill (two bits of England where the locals have already sought to build Jerusalem, or at least Tel Aviv) then the short answer is almost certainly going to be " What the hell are you on , Blake?" But we had to sing this bloody thing as if it made sense. At least once a wek. For seven long years. Aaargh.
4/29/2012 5:16 am
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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