No room for mirth or trifling here
“Born to Die” The Rodeheavers They look to be in some kind of sick, cult-of-the-damned, death pact. Born to Die is also a 1976 album by Grand Funk Railroad. And a 1763 poem by Charles Wesley:
And am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply
With nature’s stern decree?
What after death for me remains?
Celestial joys, or hellish pains,
To all eternity?
How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve
And props the house of clay?
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare
Against the fatal day.
No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, or worldly fear,
If life so soon is gone:
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
The inexorable throne!
No matter which my thoughts employ,
A moment’s misery, or joy;
But O! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destined place?
Shall I my everlasting days
With fiends, or angels spend?
(31 votes, average: 3.97 out of 5)
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October 20th, 2009 at 3:04 am
Ya know, in a lot of Italian Renaissance poetry, the stuff used for Madrigal texts, Death was a euphemism for sex. The “big O”…..
….Wonder what happens when you play this record backwards…..
October 20th, 2009 at 4:38 am
Excellent!
October 20th, 2009 at 12:10 pm
The Rodeheavers are making me feel a little carsick.
October 20th, 2009 at 4:12 pm
this album is overpriced. and what’s that guy trying to grab anyway?
October 22nd, 2009 at 7:15 pm
I think the Mr. is looking for some holiness lovin’