Rasputin
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But just for the sake of knowing who Rasputin really was, I am attaching his story here. Have fun and do not be scared. He is dead now. Pooooor Chap !!
Many Thanks to http://www.eurohistory.com/Rasputin.html where this story comes from, and to Arturo Beéche, the Author. Enjoy !!!
I am also enclosing the lyrics of some Boney M songs below.
By Arturo Beéche No other figure in recent Russian history has received the
amount of vilification and contempt heaped upon Gregory Rasputin. The
self-styled monk, who received practically little education in the
intricacies of the Russian Orthodox faith, came from the rural areas of
Russia and achieved great recognition as a "staretz," or holy man in the
highest circles of St. Petersburg society. From rags to social prominence
the life of Gregory Rasputin holds many of the events leading to the
eventual overthrow of the Russian imperial system, the dethronement of the
House of Romanov and the assassination of the Imperial Family. Gregory Efimovich Rasputin came from solid peasant stock. Gregory
Efimovich was born on January 10, 1869, in Prokovskoe, a small village in
Siberia on the banks of the Tura River. As a young lad, Rasputin shocked
his village by constantly finding ways to get into trouble with the
authorities. Drunkenness, stealing and womanizing were activities
particularly enjoyed by the dissolute young man. Rasputin in fact was
developing into a rake, a man with a debauched, and endless, sexual
appetite. It was while on one of his escapades that Rasputin was first impacted
by the mystical powers of the Russian Orthodox religion. At Verkhoturye
Monastery Rasputin was fascinated by a renegade sect within the Orthodox
faith, the Skopsty. Followers of the Skopsty firmly believed that the only
way to reach God was through sinful actions. Once the sin was committed
and confessed, the penitent could achieve forgiveness. In reality, what
the Skopsty upheld was to "sin to drive out sin." Rasputin, one of the
biggest sinners of the province, was suddenly struck by the potential held
by this theory. It was soon thereafter that the debauched, lecherous
peasant adopted the robes of a monk, developed his own self-gratifying
doctrines, traveled the country as a "staretz" and sinned to his heart's
content. By the time he reached his early thirties, Rasputin had traveled to the
Holy land and back. It was while in Kazan that the mysterious traveling
monk made an impression among the local clergy. It was with the
recommendations of these fooled priests that Rasputin headed to St.
Petersburg for his first visit. While in the Russian capital, Rasputin's
presence attracted the attention of many of the country's leading
religious leaders. The staretz' traveling tales, as well as the stories he
told about his religious revival, seemed to capture the attention of the
higher clergy of the Russian empire. The year was 1902. The Tsar's death seemed imminent as his once strong body caved under
the strain of his sickness. No one would have thought that Tsar Alexander
III, a giant by most accounts, would be dead before his fiftieth year. And
no one was more terrified by the events unfolding at the Imperial compound
at Livadia, in the Crimea, as the young heir, Tsarevich Nicholas
Alexandrovich. At the time of his father's death in late 1894, Nicholas
was an inexperienced youth wholly unprepared for the great task destiny
had placed on his shoulders. Nicholas himself was terribly aware of this
and upon his father's death, the new Tsar consoled himself by asking God
to give him the guidance and strength to carry out the impossible burdens
of ruling the complex and vastly complicated Russian empire. Nicholas II was barely twenty-six years old at the time of his
accession. During his son's golden youth, Alexander III did not allow his
son Nicholas much participation in affairs of government. It is likely
that Alexander III feared that his eldest son was not intellectually
capable of handling the inheritance that was rightfully his. Therefore,
the father kept postponing the son's introduction in to the daily running
of Russia. Not one person, most of all Alexander III, ever imagined that
this young and inexperienced Romanov would ascend the throne as early in
life as he did. Nicholas II's mother, the Empress Maria-Feodorovna, was largely responsible for continuing her son's
adolescence into his twenties. The Empress, a doting mother at best,
refused to let her children grow. These behavior would have dire
consequences in the future, particularly as the responsibilities of royal
life entered the lives of her children. Not only would Nicholas marry a
princess whom Maria-Feodorovna and Alexander III did not like, but also
her other surviving son, the Grand Duke Michael Alexandrovich married a
twice-divorced commoner. The misfortune of her children was also extended
to the imperial couple's youngest daughter, the Grand Duchess Olga
Alexandrovna, who was forced to marry Duke Peter of Oldenburg, a minor
German princeling whose family had settled in Russia and who was
notoriously known as one of the most scandalous members of St. Petersburg
society. Alexander and Maria-Feodorovna's opposition to Nicholas' marriage
caused the dying Tsar much distress. Years before, Nicholas had made the
acquaintance of Princess Alix of Hesse and by Rhine who was the youngest
sister of Grand Duchess Elisabeth Feodorovna, wife of Nicholas' uncle
Grand Duke Serge Alexandrovich. Alix was also the granddaughter of Prince
Charles of Hesse and by Rhine, who in turn was a brother of Empress Maria
Alexandrovna, mother of Tsar Alexander III. Thus, Nicholas and Alix were
third cousins. More importantly, at least from a dynastic standpoint,
Princess Alix was one of the favorite granddaughters of Queen Victoria of
Great Britain. Still, Alexander and Maria-Feodorovna saw Alix as a very
poor choice for a bride and opposed Nicholas' intentions to marry his
melancholic German love. The threat of Nicholas remaining unmarried and thus risking the
imperial succession ultimately forced Alexander and Maria-Feodorovna to
consent to their son's marriage. At Coburg, during the marriage of Grand
Duke Ernst-Ludwig of Hesse and by Rhine, Alix's brother, to Princess
Victoria Melita of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, Nicholas finally obtained Alix's
consent to his marriage proposal. The developing relationship between
Nicholas and Alix overshadow the wedding celebrations of Victoria Melita
and Ernst-Ludwig, an affront that the Coburg bride would never forget. Alexander III died at the age of forty-nine on October 20, 1894. He was
at the imperial palace in Livadia, the Crimea, and was surrounded by his
afflicted family. Nicholas and Alix, who soon after the Tsar's death
joined the Russian Orthodox church as Alexandra Feodorovna, were married
within a week of Alexander's death. The marriage took place in the midst
of the overwhelming mourning that had engulfed the lives of all the
members of the imperial family. There is very little question that Nicholas and Alexandra loved each
other intensely, even to the point of isolating themselves from the rest
of their family and the country as a whole. They were happiest when away
from society and surrounded by the seclusion of their official residence
at the Alexander Palace in Tsarskoe Selo. Within a year of their hasty
wedding, the couple became parents to a plump little girl, the Grand
Duchess Olga Nicholaievna. Three more daughters were to follow: Tatiana
Nicholaievna born in 1897, Maria Nicholaievna born in 1899 and Anastasia
Nicholaievna born in 1901. Loving as they were as parents, Nicholas and
Alexandra were deeply concerned at their inability to provide an heir to
the imperial throne. After the birth of their fourth daughter, the couple
desperately sought all sorts of help to insure that the next child would
be a boy. The desire for Alexandra to produce a boy developed into an
fixation. Mystics, faith healers and staretz' found themselves in great
demand at the Alexander Palace. Most of these people were of doubtful
reputation but since they were sponsored by the Grand Duchesses Militza
and Anastasia, daughters of King Nicholas of Montenegro and married to two
of Nicholas' cousins, Nicholas and Alexandra received them with intense
hopes that the arrival of a son would thus be guaranteed. By late 1903 Alexandra found herself pregnant again. Intense praying
and mysticism accompanied her throughout the pregnancy, and finally on
July 30, 1904, a little boy was born. Nicholas and Alexandra called him
Alexis in memory of the second Romanov tsar. The heir became the center of
the family's attention as a delighted imperial couple reveled in the joy
of finally having an heir they could call their own. Despite the couple's
delight, within months of Alexis' birth a dark cloud settled over the
imperial nursery. Alexis's body, once injured, would not stop bleeding.
The Tsarevich was another victim of the dreaded disease inherited from his
great-grandmother Queen Victoria, Hemophilia. Nicholas accepted this new
trial with stoic fatalism, Alexandra blamed herself for her son's
affliction. The Tsar's brother-in-law, Grand Duke Alexander Michaelovich,
once said that Alexandra "refused to surrender to fate...she talked
incessantly of the ignorance of the physicians. She professed an open
preference for medicine men. She turned toward religion...but her prayers
were tainted with a certain hysteria. The stage was set for the appearance
of a miracle worker." Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna and
Tsarevich Alexis Nicholaievich, c.1904 At the time of Alexis' birth several of Queen Victoria's descendants
were sufferers of the disease. Victoria's granddaughter, Princess Irene of
Hesse and by Rhine, wife of Prince Henry of Prussia, had two hemophiliac
sons. Victoria's youngest son, Prince Leopold, Duke of Albany, had died as
a result of a bleeding. Some of the Queen's other granddaughters, Princess
Victoria of Battenberg and Princess Alice of Albany, would pass the
disease to their children. Alexandra Feodorovna and her sister Irene had
lost a brother to the disease as well. It seemed to many that the price
for marrying into Victoria's powerful family was running the risk of
bringing hemophilia into the royal palaces of Europe. The first decade of Alexandra's life in Russia were married by the
continued absence of a male heir. The second decade of her life among the
Romanovs was devastated by the disease that martyred her only son. When
hemophilia first manifested itself in Alexis, Nicholas wrote in his diary
that "it was a dreadful thing to have to live through such anxiety." By
the time Alexis was one year old, he again was afflicted by a more serious
bleeding episode. The imperial couple's anxiety was accentuated by doctors
who told them they "had to realize that the heir apparent will never be
cured of this disease. The attacks of hemophilia will recur now and
then..." Tsar Nicholas II and Tsarevich Alexis
Nicholaievich, c.1913 In the midst of this tragedy within the imperial family, Rasputin
returned to St. Petersburg after a two-year hiatus. Initially, Rasputin
moved prudently in the Russian capital's aristocratic circles. He tried,
unsuccessfully, to restrain his debauched, womanizing ways, yet temptation
was overwhelming. Within months, Rasputin, the saintly sinner, had
achieved recognition and a small following in St. Petersburg. Besides
gaining the friendship of Grand Duchess Militza and Anastasia, Rasputin
also gained the trust of Anna Vyrubova, Empress Alexandra's trusted
companion. It was under the recommendation of the Grand Duchesses and Anna
Vyrubova that Rasputin was summoned to appear before Alexandra. Rasputin managed to bring calm and hope into the lives of Nicholas and
Alexandra. Most importantly, the staretz was capable of putting a stop to
the Alexis' bleedings. Many people have tried to explain the nature of
Rasputin's power over the poor little boy. Some have claimed that Rasputin
did indeed have holy powers. Others, believe that Rasputin was able to
hypnotize Alexis and therefore cause the bleedings to stop. However
Rasputin managed to stop Alexis' suffering, the truth of the matter was
that he gained Nicholas and Alexandra's undivided support. As the monk's star rose in St. Petersburg, so did the number of his
enemies. Many of the Orthodox clergymen who had initially supported
Rasputin became skeptical about his relationship with the imperial couple.
St. Petersburg society also failed to understand the bonds that brought
Rasputin into such close proximity to the throne. Nicholas and Alexandra
had refused to inform their subjects about Alexis' sickness, thus it
baffled many to see the imperial couple in dealings with such a lecherous
rake as Rasputin. Soon enough, the rumor mills of St. Petersburg accused
Alexandra of being romantically, and even sexually involved with the monk.
More pernicious gossips even extended the rumors to include the couple's
four daughters who supposedly had become Rasputin's sex toys. It is
inconceivable that someone as upright and unbending as Alexandra would
have ever considered such vile behavior. Yet it is also inconceivable that
the rumors were allowed to continued while the reputation of the imperial
couple fell to pieces. No one was more responsible for the growing rumors
than Rasputin himself. During his many drunken parties, the monk would
boast of his exploits with the Empress and her daughters, even going as
far as proclaiming that the Tsar was at his fingertips. Nicholas's secret police quickly informed the Tsar of these rumors. A
penitent Rasputin was summoned to appear before the infuriated Tsar, but
Alexandra defended the staretz. Nicholas punished Rasputin by sending him
back to the provinces, but no sooner had Rasputin left when another
bleeding crisis almost killed Alexis. Rasputin's influence over the boy
guaranteed the monk's return to St. Petersburg. His position within the
imperial circle was never again challenged. Alexandra grew completely
dependent on the man, who not only became her son's faith healer, but also
the Empress' confidant. The evil monk's presence among the Tsar and his
family would further alienate them from the capital and all those circles
that had traditionally been the mainstay of tsarism. Nicholas and
Alexandra were doomed from that point on. On June 28, 1914, while the Russian Imperial Yacht Standart sailed
along the Baltic coastline, the Archduke Franz-Ferdinand of Habsburg and
his wife were assassinated in Sarajevo. Within weeks of this vile act of
regicide all of Europe was in a flurry of prewar preparations. The great
moment to define European mastery had arrived. The arrival of war
surprised practically everyone. At the time of Franz-Ferdinand's
assassination no one in Europe believed the act would lead to war between
the great empires of the time. The Tsar continued on his cruise, the
Kaiser sailed along the Norwegian coast, the French President prepared his
entourage for a state visit to St. Petersburg. All along the continent
European royalty visited their royal cousins in countries that were about
to declare war on each other. When Vienna decided to declare war on Serbia, using the involvement of
Serbian government officials in the assassination of Franz-Ferdinand as an
excuse, Russia could not stand idly by. On one opportunity when Austria
had annexed Bosnia-Herzegovina in 1908, Nicholas had been unable to come
to the rescue of his fellow Slavs. On this new affront to Slavdom, the
Tsar took a stand and geared his country for war against Austria-Hungary.
Germany being Austria's ally, a move against Vienna would mean that St.
Petersburg would also have to fight Berlin. Paris and London watched
hopelessly as the crowned heads of Europe forgot their family ties and
recent summer visits to take up the dangerous flag of nationalism. A state
of war between the Russia and Germany and Austria was declared by the
first week of August. However bellicose the Russians felt, the country was completely
unprepared to fight against formidable enemies such as Germany and
Austria. The Russian supply lines were inefficient, there were not enough
rifles for as many soldiers as Russia had, new recruits were often sent to
the front without even the proper clothing and not enough ammunition.
Corruption within the Russian weapons' supply system was rampant and
several army officers made vast fortunes at the expense of the lives of
hundred of thousands of Russian victims. The leadership of the Russian
military forces was given to the Grand Duke Nicholas Nicholaievich, a
cousin of the Tsar and the husband of Grand Duchess Anastasia, the woman
responsible for sponsoring Rasputin. Grand Duke Nicholas desperately tried
to reverse the initial Russian losses, but given the resources he had this
was a Herculean task. Consequently, the country's military effort
continued to suffer dismal setbacks. Rasputin himself sent a note to the
Grand Duke Nicholas offering t visit his headquarters to bless the troops,
but the Grand Duke Nicholas, one of Rasputin's most vehement opponents,
replied "Yes, do come. I'll hang you." The Grand Duke Nicholas' reactions towards Rasputin exemplified the
high level of frustration felt by the Romanov family concerning the
relationship of Nicholas and Alexandra and the hated monk. As the war
progressed, the Russian government simply collapsed under the weight of
the enormous efforts demanded by the armies and the obtuse leadership
provided by Tsar Nicholas II. It certainly did not help matters when it
was discovered that Nicholas was also relying on Alexandra for the
day-to-day handling of governmental affairs. And since Alexandra and
Rasputin were in close contact, many believed that indeed it was Rasputin
who had become the true lord of All the Russias. Nicholas's family, even
his mother, desperately tried to have the monk removed from the imperial
couple's proximity. The Romanovs, never really fond of Alexandra,
constantly approached the Tsar and demanded that Rasputin be sent away.
Nicholas, blinded by his love for Alexandra and fearful of risking Alexis'
life, rudely dismissed his family's entreaties. Rasputin's influence
continued and the Imperial Family's image continued to be tainted with
opprobrium and scandal emanating from the actions of the evil monk. Scurrilous cartoon depicting Nicholas and
Alexandra as puppest of Rasputin, c. 1915. Nicholas II's biggest mistake was dismissing Grand Duke Nicholas
Nicholaievich in 1915 and assuming command of the Russian armies.
Inefficient as a ruler, mainly due to his lack of preparation for the
office, Nicholas II was a dismal military commander as well. Encouraged by
his wife, who had a deep dislike for the Grand Duke Nicholas, the Tsar
convinced himself that his place was among his troops. Consequently,
Nicholas left Petrograd, as the capital was then called to avoid using a
German sounding name, and headed for military headquarters. In his place,
and to act in his stead, Nicholas II left none other than his beloved
Alexandra. The Empress, regardless of her later martyrdom and previous
suffering, was simply the most incompetent choice available to Nicholas.
If Rasputin's influence with Alexandra was checked by Nicholas prior to
his departure, now that Tsar was away from Petrograd Rasputin became the
Empress' chief counsel. The Russian imperial government basically
disintegrated as ministers were fired and quickly replaced by many of
Rasputin's supporters. Accountability for the growing corruption within
the government simply disappeared as the country headed towards utter
chaos and ruin. Regradless of the martyrdom suffered by Nicholas,
Alexandra and their children, one cannot ignore the damaging role played
in the demise of the Romanovs by Alexandra. Incapable of ruling, married
to a husband who would have been happiest as a country squire instead of a
Tsar of All the Russias, Alexandra's attempt at single-handedly governing
Russia was doomed to failure. Isolated from Russia's realities, blinded in
her devotion to Rasputin, fearful for her son's survival, Alexandra was in
no position to effectively fill the absence left by Nicholas' decision to
join his armies. Indeed, both Nicholas and Alexandra are greatly, if not
solely, responsible for the ignominious end the Romanov dynasty faced in
1917-18. Frustrated by their inability to break down the walls built by Nicholas
and Alexandra, some members of the Romanov family took events into their
own hands. How many of the Romanovs were involved in the actual plotting
to assassinate Rasputin will never be known for certain. What is widely
accepted is that the Tsar's cousin, Grand Duke Dimitri Pavlovich and
Prince Felix Youssoupov, husband of Nicholas II's niece Princess Irina
Alexandrovna of Russia, were among the leaders of the plot to strike
against Rasputin. The monk, always frustrated by the Romanov's opposition
to his role in Russia, was invited by Youssoupov to attend an evening
gathering at his vast Petrograd palace. Felix promised Rasputin that his
wife Irina would be there to greet him. The monk fell in the trap and
willingly arrived at the Youssoupov palace in the evening of December 16,
1916. He did not survive the evening. Several excellent books recount in detail the events that took place at
the Youssoupov palace, among them Greg King's "The Man Who Killed
Rasputin," Alex de Yonge's "Rasputin," Robert K. Massie's monumental
"Nicholas and Alexandra," and Prince Felix Youssoupov's "Lost Splendour."
During the fateful last evening of Rasputin's life, the conspirators
drugged, poisoned, beat and shot him. Yet the staretz survived all these
and actually died by drowning when his body, wrapped in a carpet was
thrown into the Moika Canal on the Neva River. By the morrow Prince Felix Youssoupov was under questioning by the
Petrograd police. So messy had been the assassins that proof of their deed
was found all over the Youssoupov palace. Within hours of the report
concerning Rasputin's disappearance, the Petrograd police by orders of
Alexandra, forbid the conspirators from leaving the Russian capital. As
soon as he received news of events in Petrograd Nicholas boarded his train
and hurriedly returned to the capital. Rasputin's corpse was discovered
under the ice of the Neva on December 19. The fury and outrage expressed
by Nicholas and Alexandra knew no bounds as they sought to punish all of
the conspirators. At the same time, news of Rasputin's death caused
widespread eruptions of rapture in Petrograd. Dimitri and Felix were
heralded as heroes and many believed that the "alleged" German influence
represented by Alexandra was going to stop. While the Petrograd elite enjoyed their supposed liberation from
Rasputin's clutches, the vast majority of the Russian population saw the
events in a completely different light. For 80% of the Russian population
Rasputin was a "man of the people." He was their hope that the imperial
couple would never forget the plight of the peasantry. His assassination
at the hands of aristocrats, and even members of the imperial family,
robbed the upper classes of much support among the inhabitants of their
estates. In the end, Nicholas sent his two wayward relatives into exile.
Ironically enough, it was this punishment what allowed Dimitri and Felix
to avoid falling in the hands of Bolsheviks during the revolution. Within
three months of Rasputin's death, Nicholas lost his throne, the imperial
family were imprisoned and many of the Romanov cousins arrested. In then
end almost twenty members of the Romanov family were massacred by
Bolshevik firing squads. No other epitaph to Rasputin's death better
exemplifies the repercussions of the monk's death than that written by
Grand Duchess Maria Pavlova, sister, in her Memoirs: "His death came to
late to change the course of events. His dreadful name had become too
thoroughly a symbol of disaster. The daring of those who killed him to
save their country was miscalculated. All of the participants in the plot,
with the exception of Prince Youssoupov later understood that in raising
their hands to preserve the old regime they struck it, in reality, its
final blow."
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down She's crazy like a fool Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain. Brown girl in the ring There lived a certain man in Russia long ago Freeze! I'm Ma baker - put your hands in the air, See the stars come joining down from the sky digge ding ding ding digge digge ding ding Went to college, studied arts Belfast No woman no cry Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. Headin' for the islands

The Evil Monk
The life and times of Gregory Efimovich Rasputin



Lyrics
Rivers Of Babylon
ye-eah we wept, when we
remembered Zion.
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we
wept, when we remembered Zion.
When the wicked
Carried us away in
captivity
Required from us a song
Now how shall we sing the lord's song in
a strange land
When the wicked
Carried us away in
captivity
Requiering of us a song
Now how shall we sing the lord's song in
a strange land
Let the words of our mouth and the meditations of our
heart
be acceptable in thy sight here tonight
Let the words of our
mouth and the meditation of our hearts
be acceptable in thy sight here
tonight
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down
ye-eah we wept,
when we remembered Zion.
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat
down
ye-eah we wept, when we remembered Zion.
By the rivers of Babylon
(dark tears of Babylon)
there we sat down (You got to sing a song)
ye-eah
we wept, (Sing a song of love)
when we remember Zion. (Yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah)
By the rivers of Babylon (Rough bits of Babylon)
there we sat
down (You hear the people cry)
ye-eah we wept, (They need that ???)
when
we remember Zion. (Ooh, have the power)
Daddy Cool
What about it Daddy Cool
She's crazy like a
fool
What about it Daddy Cool
I'm crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy
Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy
Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
She's crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy
Cool
I'm crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy
Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy
Cool
(spoken) She's crazy about her daddy
Oh she believes in
him
She loves her daddy
She's crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy
Cool
I'm crazy like a fool
What about it Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy
Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Daddy, Daddy Cool
Sunny
Sunny, you smiled at me and
really eased the pain.
The dark days are gone, and the bright days are
here,
My Sunny one shines so sincere.
Sunny one so true, I love
you.
Sunny, thank you for the sunshine bouquet.
Sunny, thank you for
the love you brought my way.
You gave to me your all and all.
Now I feel
ten feet tall.
Sunny one so true, I love you.
Sunny, thank you for the
truth you let me see.
Sunny, thank you for the facts from A to C.
My life
was torn like a windblown sand,
And the rock was formed when you held my
hand.
Sunny one so true, I love you.
Sunny
Sunny, thank you for
the smile upon your face.
Sunny, thank you for the gleam that shows its
grace.
You're my spark of nature's fire,
You're my sweet complete
desire.
Sunny one so true, I love you.
Sunny, yesterday my life was
filled with rain.
Sunny, you smiled at me and really eased the pain.
The
dark days are gone, and the bright days are here,
My Sunny one shines so
sincere.
Sunny one so true, I love you.
I love you.
I love
you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Brown Girl In The Ring
Tra la la la la
There's a brown girl in the
ring
Tra la la la la la la
Brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la
la
She looks like a sugar in a plum
Plum plum
Show me your
motion
Tra la la la la
Come on show me your motion
Tra la la la la la
la
Show me your motion
Tra la la la la
She looks like a sugar in a
plum
Plum plum
All had water run dry
Got no way to wash my
cloths
All had water run dry
Got no way to wash my cloths
I
remember one Saturday night
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
I remember
one Saturday night
We had fried fish and
Johnny-cakes
Beng-a-leng
Beng-a-leng
Brown girl in the
ring...
We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
All had water run
dry
Got no way to wash my cloths
All had water run dry
Got no way to
wash my cloths
Brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la
There's a
brown girl in the ring
Tra la la la la la la
Brown girl in the ring
Tra
la la la la
She looks like a sugar in a plum
Plum plum
Rasputin
He was big and strong, in his
eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with
fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the
bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of
teacher
Women would desire
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian
queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's
greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on
He ruled the
Russian land and never mind the czar
But the kasachok he danced really
wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real
great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler
dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a hole
healer
Who would heal her son
(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and
lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the
demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and
louder.
"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the
ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had
lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his
arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to
blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came
RA
RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his
wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and
he said "I feel fine"
RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian
queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's
greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead
(Spoken:)
Oh, those Russians...
Ma Baker
Gimme all your
money
This is the story of Ma baker, the meanest cat
From ol' Chicago
town
She was the meanest cat
In old Chicago town
She was really
moved them down
She had no heart at all
No no no herat at all
She
was the meanest cat
Oh she was realy tough
She left her husband flat
He
wasn't tough enough
She took her boys along
'Cause they were mean and
strong
(chorus)
Ma Ma Ma Ma - Ma Baker - she taught her four
sons
Ma Ma Ma Ma - Ma Baker - to handle their guns
Ma Ma Ma Ma - Ma Baker
- she never could cry
Ma Ma Ma Ma - Ma Baker - but she knew how to
die
They left a trail of crime
Across the U.S.A
And when one boy
was killed
She realy made them pay
She had no heart at all
No no no
heart at all
(chorus)
She met a man she liked
She thought she'd
stay with him
One day he formed with them
They did away with him
She
didn't care at all
Just didn't care at all
Here is special bulletin.
Ma Baker is the FBI's most wanted woman.
Her photo is hanging on every post
office wall. If you have any
Information about this woman please contact your
nearst police
station...
Don't anybody move! The money or
lives!
One day they robbed a bank
It was their last hooray
The cops
appeared too soon
They could't get away
And all the loot they had
It
made them mighty mad
And so they shot it out
Ma Baker and her sons
They
didn't waant to hang
They died with blazing guns
And so the story
ends
Of one who left no friends
(chorus) x2
Still I'm Sad
Gently passing they kiss your
tears when you cry
See the wind the summer blow your hair upon your
head
See the rain, the falling rain, it's great
Still I'm sad
All
my sounds my tears just fall into days
They are driving the night will find
they are lost
Now I found the wind is blowing time into my heart
When the
wind blows hard we are apart
Still I'm sad
See the stars come joining
down from the sky
Gently passing they kiss your tears when you cry
See the
wind the summer blow your hair upon your head
See the rain, the falling rain,
it's great
Still I'm sad
Still I'm sad
Oh heart, I'm sad
Still
I'm sad
Oh heart, I'm sad
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
hey - di - hey - di -
hoh
digge ding ding ding digge digge ding ding
hey - di - hey - di -
hoh
there's a place I know where we should go - heydiheydihoh
won' t
you take me there your lady fair - heydiheydihoh
there's a brook near-by the
grass grows high - heydiheydihoh
where we both can hide side by side -
heydiheydihoh
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
what a world of fun
for everyone, holi-holiday
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
sing a
summer song, skip along, holi-holiday
it's a holi-holiday
there's a
country fair not far from there - heydiheydihoh
on a carousel the dingdong
bell - heydiheydihoh
on the loop di loop we swing and swoop -
heydiheydihoh
and what else we'll do is up to you -
heydiheydihoh
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
what a world of fun
for everyone, holi-holiday
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
sing a
summer song, skip along, holi-holiday
it's a holi-holiday
Well, I'm
game
fun is the thing I'm after
now let's a'live it up today
get set
for love and laughter
Well, let's go
time isn't here for
wasting
life is so full of sweet sweet things
I'd like to do some
tasting
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
what a world of fun for
everyone, holi-holiday
Hooray! Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
sing a summer
song, skip along, holi-holiday
it's a holi-holiday
in the country side
we take a ride - heydiheydihoh
where the stars will shine lots of time -
heydiheydihoh
back of your old car we might get far - heydiheydihoh
in the
summerbreeze we feel at ease - heydiheydihoh
Hooray! Hooray! It's A
Holi-Holiday
what a world of fun for everyone, holi-holiday
Hooray!
Hooray! It's A Holi-Holiday
sing a summer song, skip along,
holi-holiday
it's a holi-holiday, it's a holi-holiday
Painter Man
To be an artist make a start
Studied
hard, gettin' my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man,
painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who
wanna be a painter man
Tried cartoons and comic books
Dirty postcards
could have done
Here was where the money laid
Classic art has had it's
day
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter
man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Did adverts for
T.V.
Household shops and brands of tea
Labels all around the cans
Who
wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter
man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter
man
La...la...la...la...la...la...
La...la...la...la...la...la...la...
Painter
man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Belfast
Belfast
Belfast
Got to have a believin'
Got to have a
believin'
Got to have a believin'
All the people
Cause the people are
leavin'
When the people believin'
When the people believin'
When the
people believin'
All the children cause the children
Are
leavin'
Refr.:
Belfast
Belfast
When the country rings the
leaving bell you're lost
Belfast
Belfast
When the hate you have
For
one another's past
You can try (You can try)
You can try (You can
try)
You can try
To tell the world the reason
why
Belfast
Belfast
Belfast
It's the country that's
changin'
It's the country that's changin'
It's the country that's
changin'
All the people
Cause the people are leavin'
It's the world
that's deceivin'
It's the world that's deceivin'
It's the world that's
deceivin'
All the people
Cause the people believin'
repeat
Refr.
When the children believin'
When the children believin'
When
the children believin'
All the people
Cause the people are leavin'
When
the people are leavin' (you)
When the people are leavin'
When the people
are leavin'
All the children
Cause the children believin'
repeat
Refr.
Belfast
Belfast
Belfast
No Woman No Cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no
cry
Cause I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in
trenchtown
Observing the hypocrites
Mingle with the good people we
meet
Good friends we have, now
Good friends we have lost
Along the
way
In this great future,
You can't forget your past
So dry your tears,
I say
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
Oh little darling, don't shed
no tears
No woman no cry
Cause I remember when we used to sit
In the
government yard in trenchtown
When Georgie would make the fire lights
I
say, log would burnin' through the nights
Then we would cook cornmeal
porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So
I've got to push on thru,
And while I'm gone
Everything 's gonna be
alright
Everything 's gonna be alright
Everything 's gonna be alright
now
Everything 's gonna be alright
Everything 's gonna be alright
now
Everything 's gonna be alright
No woman no cry
No woman no
cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
Oh little
darlin' don't shed no tears
No woman no cry
Oh little darlin' don't shed
no tears
No woman no cry
Said I re, said I re, Said I remember
No
woman no cry
You and I and you and I and you and I
No woman no
cry
Cause I remember when we used to sit there
No woman no cry
In a
government yard
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry,
yeah
No woman no cry
No woman no cry (you sweet darling)
No woman
no cry
No woman no cry, yeah
No woman no cry
No woman no cry,
yeah
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
Mary's Boy Child
And man will
live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.
Long time ago in Bethlehem,
so the Holy Bible said,
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas
Day.
Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,
And man
will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.
Mary's boy child Jesus
Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
While shepherds watch their flocks by
night,
they see a bright new shining star,
they hear a choir sing a song,
the music seemed to come from afar.
Hark, now hear the angels sing, a
king was born today,
And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas
Day.
Oh a moment still worth was a glow, all the bells rang out
there
were tears of joy and laughter, people shouted
"let everyone know, there is
hope for all to find peace".
Now Joseph and his wife, Mary, came to
Bethlehem that night,
they found no place to bear her child, not a single
room was in sight.
And then they found a little nook in a stable all
forlorn,
and in a manger cold and dark, Mary's little boy was
born.
Hark, now hear the angels sing, a king was born today,
And man
will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day.
Mary's boy child Jesus
Christ, was born on Christmas Day.
Oh a moment still worth was a glow,
all the bells rang out
there were tears of joy and laughter, people
shouted
"let everyone know, there is hope for all to find peace".
Oh
my Lord...
Gotta Go Home
We're ready man and packed to go
When we hit
those islands
There's gonna be a big hello
Diggin' all the
sunshine
It's easy not to say goodbye
Bye Bye Bye
Headin' for the
islands
Heyeah, We're really flyin' high
Gotta go home, home,
home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home,
home, home
Gotta go home
Walkin' down the beaches
Tomorrow mornin'
we'll be there
Golden sandy beaches
Say, I can smell the breezy air
One
more celebration
And then we're ready for goodbyes
Bye,
Bye,Bye
Walkin' down the beaches
Heyeah, We're really flyin'
high
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home,
home, home
Gotta go home, home, home
Gotta go home