What is wrong with France?

[Bereta_Eder]

BTW in that other thread I forgot to point out also that the "empire" had, besides - its apartheid system on the island - "imported" thousands of cheap labour (turks from mainland turkey) to cyprus hence exubarating the demographic problem and enhancing turkey's claim (which was security) . just though you should know that too

[The Mad Monk]

My favorite Canadian song...

There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real

But time has no beginnings and hist'ry has no bounds
As to this verdant country they came from all around
They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall
Built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us all

And when the young man's fancy was turnin' in the spring
The railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring
Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day
And many a fortune won and lost and many a debt to pay

For they looked in the future and what did they see
They saw an iron road runnin' from sea to the sea
Bringin' the goods to a young growin' land
All up through the seaports and into their hands

Look away said they across this mighty land
From the eastern shore to the western strand
Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open 'er heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

Bring in the workers and bring up the rails
We're gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails
Open 'er heart let the life blood flow
Gotta get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow
Get on our way 'cause we're movin' too slow

Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declinin'
The stars, they come stealin' at the close of the day
Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping
Beyond the dark oceans in a place far away

We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Livin' on stew and drinkin' bad whiskey
Bendin' our old backs 'til the long days are done

We are the navvies who work upon the railway
Swingin' our hammers in the bright blazin' sun
Layin' down track and buildin' the bridges
Bendin' our old backs 'til the railroad is done

So over the mountains and over the plains
Into the muskeg and into the rain
Up the St. Lawrence all the way to Gaspe
Swingin' our hammers and drawin' our pay
Drivin' 'em in and tyin' 'em down
Away to the bunkhouse and into the town
A dollar a day and a place for my head
A drink to the livin' and a toast to the dead

Oh the song of the future has been sung
All the battles have been won
O'er the mountain tops we stand
All the world at our command
We have opened up the soil
With our teardrops and our toil

For there was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run
When the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun
Long before the white man and long before the wheel
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
When the green dark forest was too silent to be real
And many are the dead men too silent to be real

[Bereta_Eder]

well according to most americans i've met canadians are just , err, stupid

[The Mad Monk]

Originally posted by Comrade Tribune


How about: You got our misfits who somehow escaped their rightful fate of being twisted to a wheel,

I see...you believe people should be persecuted, even tortured, if they do not fit your view of normalcy, then?

[Comrade Tribune]

Originally posted by The Mad Monk
I see...you believe people should be persecuted, even tortured, if they do not fit your view of normalcy, then?

I see you always take everything you read literally, then?

[Ozz]

Originally posted by The Mad Monk
My favorite Canadian song...

There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run

The Railroad trilogy by G. Lightfoot- Excellent

The French really hate the "Maple Leaf Forever"

[Bereta_Eder]

sorry ozz, i dont think anyone knows you enough to care
i think you just flatter yourself very ackwardly

now be a good toy and bend over for your masters again (US)

[Bereta_Eder]

and you should not plagiarize poems ts,ts,ts

Here Stewarts once in glory reign'd,
And laws for Scotland's weal ordain'd;
But now unroof'd their palace stands,
Their sceptre fallen to other hands:
Fallen indeed, and to the earth,
Whence grovelling reptiles take their birth!
The injured Stewart line is gone,
A race outlandish fills their throne:
An idiot race, to honour lost -
Who know them best despise them most.




here have a real one


The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set...

The mountains look on Marathon-- And Marathon looks on the sea; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave.

A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations--all were his! He counted them at break of day-- And when the sun set, where were they?

And where are they? And where art thou? My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now-- The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?

'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush--for Greece a tear...

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! Our virgins dance beneath the shade-- I see their glorious black eyes shine; But gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning teardrop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves.

Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swanlike, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine-- Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!

[The Mad Monk]

Originally posted by Comrade Tribune


I see you always take everything you read literally, then?

Ah. You don't actually mean what you write. That explains a lot.

[cavebear]

France only has influence when there are blockages to be made. When the action occurs, they aren't part of it and lose their platform. France is a country that thinks it has influence that it no longer has.

[The Mad Monk]

Paiktis, do all Greek poems rhyme in English?

[Ozz]

Originally posted by paiktis22
sorry ozz, i dont think anyone knows you enough to care
i think you just flatter yourself very ackwardly

now be a good toy and bend over for your masters again (US)

If you can't put some wit and thought into your posts
I won't waste my time answering, Not only are you
posting mindless dribble, but your last 4 posts don't even tie in to the thread topic. If you want to talk
Cyprus open the thread up again and i'll grind you
to powder (with facts and logic) again.

Otherwise post something bashing or insulting to
the French. No more quotes or poems for you, your not
worth it.

[notyoueither]

MM, that is Byron

[Ozz]

Originally posted by paiktis22
and you should not plagiarize poems ts,ts,ts

Never claimed authorship

[Bereta_Eder]

Mad Monk, if I were to post Greek poems, rhyming would be the least of your concerns

The Isles of Greece - Lord Byron

ozz, it's called playing with ignorants.

(observe: )
and in those threads you were beaten to the groundboth times. like the savage colonials were blowed away from the island.
history repeats itself.