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I know there's a few Rasputina fans on here so this may appeal from the start, but the 'Fortean' nature of these particular lyrics, as well as others*, may intrigue others too.
Rasputina did a song called Ratson their Cabin Fever album. Now for some reason, this is niggling some nerve in my brain; whilst I can't find anything at all to support this feeling, I have this weird inkling that there's either a germ of exaggerated truth behind this or there's some kind of completely fabricated urban legend attached. As a story, it just seems oddly familiar to me.
Not specifically about Bolivians (or Polypheans?) - the lyrics seem weird and yet plausible at the same time. Anyone agree? Or has listening to cellos all day driven me nuts?
Rasputina - Rats
Their lyrics cover a large amount of 'Fortean' fodder: folklore, witchcraft, possession, astrology, Howard Hughes, the 'Year Without a Summer', vampires, Ophelia, blood-letting, murder, concentration camp ghosts, suicide letters, Nostradamus and prophecy &c.
Rasputina did a song called Ratson their Cabin Fever album. Now for some reason, this is niggling some nerve in my brain; whilst I can't find anything at all to support this feeling, I have this weird inkling that there's either a germ of exaggerated truth behind this or there's some kind of completely fabricated urban legend attached. As a story, it just seems oddly familiar to me.
Not specifically about Bolivians (or Polypheans?) - the lyrics seem weird and yet plausible at the same time. Anyone agree? Or has listening to cellos all day driven me nuts?
Rasputina - Rats
Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so.
They had rats as big as ponies there.
They asked the Pope to declare them fish.
"We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done."
They didn't look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll.
Still they had to eat this thing -
in gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.
"We thank the Pope for granting us this wish.
When Friday comes, we'll all call rats fish.
We catch them with a net, kill with the gun.
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done."
Their lyrics cover a large amount of 'Fortean' fodder: folklore, witchcraft, possession, astrology, Howard Hughes, the 'Year Without a Summer', vampires, Ophelia, blood-letting, murder, concentration camp ghosts, suicide letters, Nostradamus and prophecy &c.