A Hymn for the Postseason
Now that they've officially clinched, I think the A's need an inspirational hymn that they can sing in the clubhouse before every game, to build unity and focus and to honor the great and powerful Woofing Gods.
Here are my suggested lyrics (original is available here):
And Did Those Cleats
And did those cleats in ancient time
Run across Oakland's outfield green?
And did the steeley Voice of God
Announce the lineups, true and keen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Assemble teams of grace and skill?
And did he curse and throw his chair
Upon his dark, satanic treadmill?
Bring me my glove of burning gold!
Bring me my high socks of desire!
Bring me my rebar -- o, clouds unfold!
Bring me my unicorn of fire!
I will not cease from grit and fight
Nor shall my bat sleep in my hand
'Til we have won a World Series
'Neath Oakland's green, tarped-over stands!
(I posted an earlier version of this in a comment on the Game 24 thread, though it was on a slightly different topic. Hell, if Wordsworth can revise the Prelude, I figure I can tinker with this).
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yay, william blake!
correction
You know, I've seen it both ways
What clinched it for me was 1) the Norton Anthology calls it "And Did Those Feet," and 2) I couldn't come up with a good alternatitle to "Jerusalem."
Jerusalem
Till we have built a new stadium
In Oakland's green and pleasant land.
(Yeah, it adds a beat to the meter, but it preserves the rhyme and the emphasis of the scansion.)
I'm way ahead of you!
Quick note
LOL!
by GreenNGoldSooner on Sep 27, 2006 2:44 PM PDT up reply actions
Now that's just silly!
I'm OK with this
by emperor nobody on Sep 27, 2006 11:28 AM PDT reply actions
steeley Voice of God
Thank you, maestro!
I'll make sure to edit that in the full-color woodblock print!
Nick, great job!
More Blakean goodness
We beat that team! We are champ-eens!
All hail triumphant Gold and Green:
Elephants trumped Angels mild;
Hitless foe! (Was Neyer beguil'd?)
And we cheered both night and day
As they cleared our fears away
And we cheered both 'sleep and 'wake
And did from them the flag retake
So they took their wings and fled:
Rent their garments rosy red:
The air escaped their Thunderstix
Angels fans: are they all dicks?
Aught-sev'n the Angels come again;
We'll be arm'd, they'll come in vain:
For their prime of youth will flop
Lineup theirs will still lack pop
and, yeah, I know ...
<flashes poetic license>
Love it!
"Does the Macha know how to run-and-hit?
Or wilt thou go ask Lil' Joe?
Can RBIs be found in a silver bat?
Or VORP in a golden bowl?"
(it scans better if you pronounce "RBIs" as "ribbies").
<attempts to re-recommend diary>
Damn, you highbrows got some chops!
by FreeSeatUpgrade on Sep 27, 2006 7:31 PM PDT reply actions

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