De Glory Road
Oh my friends do i have the most funniest things to tell you!.
Saturday night was Jill's 21st. Now the plan was: to go to party, leave about 8ish, then head all the way back to brisbane (the party was at the Sunshine coast) then go out clubbing.
Ros got the biggest head / chest cold on about thursday so she was basicly a big ball of snotty tisues and hacking coughs's, Gibbo wasnt much better, although he was on the mend. Jill and i were fine.
So with ros and Gibbo being sick as the clubbing was disengaged, in leui of next weekend.
The highlight of the party was jill's grandad, who by the way has a wicked walking cane, it is basicly a Mace, well you all know what a walking cane is, this is like that cept with a wicked meaty ball on the end, looked real cool, at the end of the evening we discussed many reasons for this beating stick, that was because of the song he sung.
This seems to be a tradition, so ros and i were not really expecting this old man to bellow out a tune, he really hit the notes quite well for a man of his age, seriously he can sing better than i can, although that isnt really that hard.
The tune you might ask, no it wasnt happy birthday, it was "De Glory Road".
This song is something i have never herd of, i looked up the lyrics for all of you and will post them now so you can get the idea.
" O de Glory Road! O de Glory Road!
I'm gwine ter drap mah load upon de Glory Road!
I lay on mah bed untell one erclock,
An' de Lawd come callin' all his faithful flock.
An' He call "Whoo-ee!" an' He call "Whoo-ee!"
An' I knowed dat de Sabior wuz ercallin' me.
An' He call "Who-ee!" an' He call "Whoo-ee!"
An' I cry "Massa Jesus, is you callin' me?"
An' He call "Who-ee!" an' He call "Whoo-ee!"
An' I riz up f'um mah pallet an' I cry, "Hyahs me!"
De Lawd sez, "Darky, ain' I call yer thrice
Ter ride erlong behin' me up ter Paradise,
On de Glory Road! Glory Road! Glory Road!"
An' I clime up ter de saddle an' I jined de load!
De hawse he wuz longer dan a thousan' mile;
His tail went lashin', an' his hoofs wuz wil';
His mane wuz flamin' an' his eyes wuz moons,
An' his mouth kep's singin' Hallaluya tunes!
De Lawd sez, "Darky, why'n cher look erroun'?"
An' dar we wuz flyin' over risin' groun'.
Powerful hills, an' mountains too,
An' de earth an' de people wuz drapt f'um view.
An' I hyahd all roun' me how de sperits sang,
An' de Lawd sang louder dan de whole she-bang!
De Lawd sez, "Darky, why'n cher look ergin'?"
An' dar wuz de Debbil, on de back av Sin,
A-bangin' on de critter wid his whip an' goad,
An' boun' he gwine ter kotch us on de Glory Road!
O Lawdy, it's de Debbil, comin' straight f'um Hell!
I kin tell him, by his roarin', an' de brimstone smell!
But de Lawd sez, "Darky, he ain' kotch us yit!"
An' He lashed an' He hustled an He loosed de bit.
Den de Debbil crep' closuh an' I hyahd him yell,
"I'm gwine ter kotch a niggah, fur ter roas' in Hell!"
An' I cried, "Lawd, sabe me!" An' de Lawd cry, "Sho!"
An' hyah it wuz Hebben an' we shet de do!
O Glory, Glory, how de angels sang!
O Glory, Glory, how de rafters rang!
An' Moses, 'n' Aaron, an' Methusalum,
Dey shout an' dey holler an' dey beat de drum.
King Solomon kissed me an' his thousan' wives,
Jes' like dey'd knowned me, durin' all dey lives!
An de Lawd sez, "Darky, take a gran'stan' seat.
But I specks youse hongry; have a bite ter eat?"
An' de ravens fed me, an' Elijah prayed,
An' de Sabed Ones gathered, while de organ played.
An' dey cry, "O sinnah, come an' lose yuh load.
On de Glory Road, on de Glory Road."
Sez de Lawd, "No, sinnah, you mus' trabble back
Ter he'p po' niggahs up de Glory Track;
Ter he'p old mo'ners, an de scoffin' coons,
By shoutin' loud Hallelujah tunes."
O come, ma breddren, won't yuh drap yuh load,
An' ride ter Hebben up de Glory Road,
Glory Road, Glory Road, Glory Road!
"
Now the traditional version had Brother in place of Darky, but the old man sung the darky version, which earnt him much respect form me, and many pinces from ros as i tried my best to stifle my laughter as the line:
De Lawd sez, "Darky, ain' I call yer thrice Ter ride erlong behin' me up ter Paradise, On de Glory Road!
which roughly translates to darky, i am calling you to ride behind me up da glory road.
Now when this true champion of grandfathers belted out this tune, it dead set sounded like come on darky come blow your load on the glory road.
that line nearly set me off with wild abandon.
Fuck it was funny.
by the way that song IS in ENGLISH, but is fucking hard to read, try reading it with either a coon accent or a black american accent.
Eitherway its piss funny.
Sunday was Karla and Daves engadgement, which was..Good.
Ken and i paid the shit thru figjam about playing D&D, I cast magic missle!
And figjam told me all about the joys of living away from home, which i already knew as i had been doing it for quite a time.
Eitherway as i sit here on mondya morning listening to Dandy warhols and rejoicing in de glory road i bid u all a good week,
and nye i will get the net at home as soon as i can trick / convince ros it is feasable.
Saturday night was Jill's 21st. Now the plan was: to go to party, leave about 8ish, then head all the way back to brisbane (the party was at the Sunshine coast) then go out clubbing.
Ros got the biggest head / chest cold on about thursday so she was basicly a big ball of snotty tisues and hacking coughs's, Gibbo wasnt much better, although he was on the mend. Jill and i were fine.
So with ros and Gibbo being sick as the clubbing was disengaged, in leui of next weekend.
The highlight of the party was jill's grandad, who by the way has a wicked walking cane, it is basicly a Mace, well you all know what a walking cane is, this is like that cept with a wicked meaty ball on the end, looked real cool, at the end of the evening we discussed many reasons for this beating stick, that was because of the song he sung.
This seems to be a tradition, so ros and i were not really expecting this old man to bellow out a tune, he really hit the notes quite well for a man of his age, seriously he can sing better than i can, although that isnt really that hard.
The tune you might ask, no it wasnt happy birthday, it was "De Glory Road".
This song is something i have never herd of, i looked up the lyrics for all of you and will post them now so you can get the idea.
" O de Glory Road! O de Glory Road!
I'm gwine ter drap mah load upon de Glory Road!
I lay on mah bed untell one erclock,
An' de Lawd come callin' all his faithful flock.
An' He call "Whoo-ee!" an' He call "Whoo-ee!"
An' I knowed dat de Sabior wuz ercallin' me.
An' He call "Who-ee!" an' He call "Whoo-ee!"
An' I cry "Massa Jesus, is you callin' me?"
An' He call "Who-ee!" an' He call "Whoo-ee!"
An' I riz up f'um mah pallet an' I cry, "Hyahs me!"
De Lawd sez, "Darky, ain' I call yer thrice
Ter ride erlong behin' me up ter Paradise,
On de Glory Road! Glory Road! Glory Road!"
An' I clime up ter de saddle an' I jined de load!
De hawse he wuz longer dan a thousan' mile;
His tail went lashin', an' his hoofs wuz wil';
His mane wuz flamin' an' his eyes wuz moons,
An' his mouth kep's singin' Hallaluya tunes!
De Lawd sez, "Darky, why'n cher look erroun'?"
An' dar we wuz flyin' over risin' groun'.
Powerful hills, an' mountains too,
An' de earth an' de people wuz drapt f'um view.
An' I hyahd all roun' me how de sperits sang,
An' de Lawd sang louder dan de whole she-bang!
De Lawd sez, "Darky, why'n cher look ergin'?"
An' dar wuz de Debbil, on de back av Sin,
A-bangin' on de critter wid his whip an' goad,
An' boun' he gwine ter kotch us on de Glory Road!
O Lawdy, it's de Debbil, comin' straight f'um Hell!
I kin tell him, by his roarin', an' de brimstone smell!
But de Lawd sez, "Darky, he ain' kotch us yit!"
An' He lashed an' He hustled an He loosed de bit.
Den de Debbil crep' closuh an' I hyahd him yell,
"I'm gwine ter kotch a niggah, fur ter roas' in Hell!"
An' I cried, "Lawd, sabe me!" An' de Lawd cry, "Sho!"
An' hyah it wuz Hebben an' we shet de do!
O Glory, Glory, how de angels sang!
O Glory, Glory, how de rafters rang!
An' Moses, 'n' Aaron, an' Methusalum,
Dey shout an' dey holler an' dey beat de drum.
King Solomon kissed me an' his thousan' wives,
Jes' like dey'd knowned me, durin' all dey lives!
An de Lawd sez, "Darky, take a gran'stan' seat.
But I specks youse hongry; have a bite ter eat?"
An' de ravens fed me, an' Elijah prayed,
An' de Sabed Ones gathered, while de organ played.
An' dey cry, "O sinnah, come an' lose yuh load.
On de Glory Road, on de Glory Road."
Sez de Lawd, "No, sinnah, you mus' trabble back
Ter he'p po' niggahs up de Glory Track;
Ter he'p old mo'ners, an de scoffin' coons,
By shoutin' loud Hallelujah tunes."
O come, ma breddren, won't yuh drap yuh load,
An' ride ter Hebben up de Glory Road,
Glory Road, Glory Road, Glory Road!
"
Now the traditional version had Brother in place of Darky, but the old man sung the darky version, which earnt him much respect form me, and many pinces from ros as i tried my best to stifle my laughter as the line:
De Lawd sez, "Darky, ain' I call yer thrice Ter ride erlong behin' me up ter Paradise, On de Glory Road!
which roughly translates to darky, i am calling you to ride behind me up da glory road.
Now when this true champion of grandfathers belted out this tune, it dead set sounded like come on darky come blow your load on the glory road.
that line nearly set me off with wild abandon.
Fuck it was funny.
by the way that song IS in ENGLISH, but is fucking hard to read, try reading it with either a coon accent or a black american accent.
Eitherway its piss funny.
Sunday was Karla and Daves engadgement, which was..Good.
Ken and i paid the shit thru figjam about playing D&D, I cast magic missle!
And figjam told me all about the joys of living away from home, which i already knew as i had been doing it for quite a time.
Eitherway as i sit here on mondya morning listening to Dandy warhols and rejoicing in de glory road i bid u all a good week,
and nye i will get the net at home as soon as i can trick / convince ros it is feasable.
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