Post marching and/or nationalistic music

[Adalbertus]

Originally posted by BeBro
Limburger is originally Belgian-Dutch afaik

According to the German Wikipedia, it is Belgian. The problem with Limburg is that there are 2 1/2 different equally important sites which may have given their name to the cheese:

The Belgian city/castle/province of Limburg,
The Dutch province of Limburg (which has its name from the Belgian castle)
The German city of Limburg at the Lahn river.

[Aeson]

Fanta Commercials

[LordShiva]

[Lord Avalon]

Liberty Bell March

[Kidlicious]

Originally posted by Heraclitus

This video goes with Imperial March. What do you think Serb?

[Kidlicious]

I thought this song was about something completely different.

[Skanky Burns]

This thread needs some decent marching music.

[Skanky Burns]

Gotta hand it to the Kiwis - they do know how to march.

[aneeshm]

Vande Mataram - the original, from Hemant Kumar Mukhopadhyaya. Both the following are from the same movie.

His rendition:



Lata Mangeshkar's rendition:

[aneeshm]

The lyrics:

Translation by Shree Aurobindo

Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.

Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I bow.


Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free.


Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nervs the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.



Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her
swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
And the Muse a hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleems,
Dark of hue O candid-fair

In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Lovilest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free!

I found the original rendition purely by chance - it's pretty rare.

[Krill]

Don't stop me now - Queen.