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"With_glowing_hearts, we look like E.T.," my child self would sing. But I don't remember the rest of that parody, just the "translation" of the French version that Julia and I came up with circa 2000: O Canada, terror of our eyes, Your forehead is healthy With glorious flowers. Because your arm knows The door and the sword, It knows the door and cross. Your history is a doll Of the most brilliant exploits. And your value, twice dipped, Protects our fireplaces And our fingers, Protects our fireplaces And our fingers.
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...It's based on French words either sounding like English words or like different French words. "Terre" to terror and "aïeux" to eyes; "ceint" (girded) to "sain," which means healthy, etc. But Julia's contribution was the best, a multi-word pun: "de foi trempée" (infused with faith) became "deux fois trempée" (twice dipped). It's fitting that the person who introduced me to blather would come up with something like that. (She was anne_girl on blue, years ago.) ... And for some reason the anthem was a popular parody subject for me. I remember an "O Kleenex Box" done with Kelsey in fourth grade, stirring and heartfelt. All I remember of it now: "O Kleenex Box." O well. Sniff, sniff.
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when i was singing "o canada" as a catholic school kid, i always heard "glorious and free" as "glory, us, and free". as if they were three things we should all aspire to be. i get the freedom and the glory, but i can't say i've spent much time being an us. i've always just kind of been a me.
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Hello, you appeared in my three_words! Reminds me: my dream_songs can't quite get the words of the American one right and mistake the tune of the French one. My waking mind looks at this and fills in, "God, you're so handsome." Starting with that line makes it seem like the Lana del Rey song is about a deity and not an imagined rich lover who becomes a JFK-like figure in the video.
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what's it to you?
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