5. Fortune Presents Gifts not According to the Book

Fortune presents gifts not according to the book
Fortune presents gifts not according to the book

When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles

What various paths are followed in distributing honours and possesions
She gives awards to some and penitent's cloaks to others

When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles

Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd of his cottage and and goatpen
And to whomever she fancies the lamest goat has born two kids

When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles

Because in a village a poor lad has stolen one egg
He swings in the sun and another gets away with a thousand crimes

When you expect whistles it's flutes
When you expect flutes it's whistles



8. Black Sun

Murder! Man on fire.
Murder! I've seen the eyes of the living dead.
It's the same old game.Survival.
The great mass play a waiting game.
Embalmed, crippled,dying in fear of pain, all sense of freedom gone.

Black sun in a white world.
Like having a black son in a white world.

I have a son, his name is eden.
It's his birthright beyond estranged times.

Give me 69 years, another season in this hell.
It's all sex and death as far as eyes can tell.
Like Prometheus we are bound.
Chained to this rock of a brave new world.
Our god forsaken lot.
And I feel thats all we have ever needed to know until worlds end and the seas run cold
Give me 69 years, another season in this hell.
There is sex and death in mother natures plans

Other

The Song of the Sibyl
Original Catalan version

Al jorn del Judici
parra` qui haura` fet servici.

Un rei vendra` perpetual
vestit de nostra carn mortal;
del cel vindra` tot certament
per fer del segle jutjament.

Ans que el Judici no sera`
un gran senyal se mostrara`:
lo sol perdra` lo resplendor,
la terra tremira` de por.

Apre`s se badara` molt fort
amostrant-se de greu conhort;
mostrar-se han ab crits i trons
les infernals confusions.

Del cel gran foc davallara`,
com a sofre molt pudira`;
la terra cremara` ab furor,
la gent haura` molt gran terror.

Apre`s sera` un fort senyal
d'un terratre`mol general;
les pedres per mig se rompran
i les muntanyes se fondran.

Llavors ningu' tindra` talent
d'or, riqueses ni argent,
esperant tots quina sera`
La sente`ncia que es dara`.

De morir seran tots sos talents,
esclafir-los han totes les dents;
no hi haura` home que no plor,
tot lo mo'n sera` en tristor.

Los puigs i plans seran iguals,
alli seran los bons i mals,
reis, ducs, comtes i barons,
que de llurs fets retran raons.

Apre`s vindra` terriblement
lo Fill de De'u omnipotent;
de morts i vius judicara`:
qui be' haura` fet alli es parra`.

Los infants qui nats no seran
dintre ses mares cridaran
i diran tots plorosament:
"Ajuda'ns, De'u omnipotent".

Mare de De'u, pregau per no's,
puix so'u mare de pecadors,
que bona sente`ncia hajam
i paradis possejam.

Vosaltres tots qui escoltau,
devotament a De'u pregau
de cor ab gran devocio',
que us porte a salvacio'.

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  The Song of the Sibyl
  English translation of original Catalan version

  An eternal king will come
  Dressed in our mortal flesh:
  He will come from heaven certainly
  To pass judgement on the century.
  
  Before judgement is passed
  A great sign will show itself:
  The sun will lose its shine
  The earth will tremble with fear.
  
  After will come mighty thunder
  A sign of great wrath:
  In an infernal confusion
  Lightning and cries will resound.
  
  A great fire will come down from heaven
  In a stink of sulphur
  And the earth will burn furiously
  And great terror will afflict people.
  
  After will come the terrible signal
  Of a great earthquake
  As rocks shatter
  And mountains collapse.
  
  Then no-one will have pieces of gold
  Silver or riches,
  And everyone will await
  The sentence.
  
  Death will leave them without a penny,
  And will crush them all:
  There will remain only men in tears,
  And sadness will cover the world.
  
  The plains and peaks will be all the same,
  Good and evil will reach them both,
  Kings, dukes, counts and barons
  Will have to account for their actions.
  
  And then will come impressively
  The Son of God omnipotent,
  He will judge the dead and the living,
  The good will go to Heaven.
  
  Children not yet born
  Will cry from their mother's wombs,
  And with the crying say:
  "Help us, God, omnipotent".
  
  Mother of God, pray for us,
  You, the Mother of sinners,
  May the sentence be merciful,
  May Paradise be open to us.
  
  You, who listen to everything,
  Pray God with all devotion,
  With all your heart and fervour,
  That we should be saved.
  

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  The Catalan version is the one which has lingered through time despite a ban imposed upon it in the 16th century. It is one of the most ancient songs in the Catalan region, dating from the 10th century. In the 13th century the refrains of the Sibyl began to to be sung in polyphony. The chant was performed mainly during the feasts of Christmas but was also, in some places, performed during holy week, particularly on Good Friday.
  
  

  Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book
  Original Spanish version

  Da bienes Fortuna
  que no esta'n escritos:
  Cuando pitos flautas,
  cuando flautas pitos.
  
  Cua'n diversas sendas
  se suelen seguir
  en el repartir
  honras y haciendas!
  A unos da encomiendas,
  a otros sambenitos.
  Cuando pitos flautas,
  cuando flautas pitos.
  
  A veces despoja
  de choza y apero
  al mayor cabrero;
  y a quien se le antoja
  la cabra ma's coja
  pare dos cabritos.
  Cuando pitos flautas,
  cuando flautas pitos.
  
  En gustos de amores
  suele traer bonanza
  y en breve mudanza
  los vuelve en dolores.
  No da a uno favores,
  y a otro infinitos.
  Cuando pitos flautas,
  cuando flautas pitos.
  
  Porque en una aldea
  un pobre mancebo
  hurto' so'lo un huevo,
  al sol bambolea;
  y otro se pasea
  con cien mil delitos.
  Cuando pitos flautas,
  cuando flautas pitos.
  

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  The original Spanish version of Fortune Presents Gifts Not According to the Book is from the poem 'Letrillas' (1581) by the priest Luis de Gongora. The interesting thing about this piece is that Dead Can Dance changed "a hundred-thousand crimes" into "a thousand crimes" in their version.