The ultimate way to mock a certain lifestyle: you need a round two in life because neither the devil nor St Peter thought your lifestyle could belong to a real person 😂
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square And a spirit came to his bedside and dragged him by the hair Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease, And they came to the gate within the walls where Peter holds the keys. "Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high The good that you did for the sake of men before you came to die."
"Oh, I had a friend on earth", he said, "who was my priest and guide, And I know he would answer well for me if he were at my side." "Because you strove in neighboor love it shall be written fair, But now you wait at heaven's gate and not in Berkeley Square. Though we called your friend from his bed tonight he could not speak for you- For the race is run by one and one, never by two and two."
The wind that blows between the worlds, it cut him like a knife, So Tomlinson took up the tale and he spoke of his good in life. "Oh, this I've read in a book," he said, "and that was told to me, And this I've thought that another man thought of a prince in Muscovy." "You've read, you've heard, you've thought, good God! and the tale is yet to run- By the worth of the body that once you had, give answer: what have you done?"
"Oh, this I've felt and this I've guessed and this I've heard men say, And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway." "You've read, you've felt, you've guessed, good God! You've hampered heaven's gate- We've better fare between the stars than you lay on our plate. Get out, go down to the lord of wrong, your doom is yet to run And the faith you share with Berkeley Square go with you, Tomlinson."
So the spirit dragged him by the hair and sun by sun they fell Till they came to the rings of evil stars that rim the mouth of Hell. The first are red with pride and wrath, the second white with pain, But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again. The wind that blows between the worlds, it chilled him to the bone, And he yearned to the glare of Hell-Mouth there as he would to his own hearthstone.
The devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions drew And he caught the hurrying Tomlinson and wouldn't let him through. "Do you know the price of good pit coal that I must pay," said he, "That you rank yourself so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me? Sit down, sit down upon the slag, and answer loud and high The harm you did to the sons of men before you came to die."
"Oh, I had a love on earth," he said, "who kissed me to my fall, And if you'd call my love to me I know she would answer all." "All that you did in love forbid, it shall be written fair, But now you wait at Hell-Mouth gate and not in Berkeley Square. Though we whistled your love from her bed tonight, I vow she would not run For the sin that you do by two and two you must pay for one by one."
"Well, once I laughed at the power of love, twice at the grip of the grave, And three times patted my god on the head that men might call me brave." The devil breathed on a branded sould and set it aside to cool- "Do you think I'd waste my coal," he said, "on the hide of a brain-sick fool? I see no worth in the hob-nailed mirth or the jolt-head jest you did That I should awaken my gentlemen who are sleeping three to a grid."
"Oh, this I've heard," said Tomlinson, "and that was noised abroad, And this I took from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord." "You've heard, you've read, you've got, good lack! and the tale begins afresh; Have you sinned one sin for the pride of the eye or sinful lust of the flesh?" Then Tomlinson, he gripped the bars, and he yammered, "Let me in! I remember I borrowed my neighbor's wife to sin the deadly sin."
The devil, he grinned behind the bars, and he banked the fires high. "Did you read that sin in a book?" he said, and Tomlinson said, "Aye." The devil, he blew upon his nails, and the little demons ran, And he said, "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man. Go winnow him out from star to star and sieve his proper worth- There's sore decline in Adam's line if this is the spawn of Earth."
When the demons came back with the tattered thing like children after play They said "The soul he got from God he's bartered clean away. We've thrashed out a mint of book and print, and a chattering wind for a mind, And many a soul from which he stole, but his own we cannot find. We've handled him, we've dandled him, we've seared him to the bone, And, sire, if tooth and nail show truth, he has no soul of his own."
The devil, he looked at the mangled thing that prayed to feel the flame, And he thought of holy charity, but he thought of his own good name. "Now you would haste my coal to waste and sit you down to fry- Did you think of that sin for yourself?" he asked, and Tomlinson said, "Aye." The devil, he breathed an outward sigh, for his heart was free from care. "You've scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there."
"Now for that sin you should come in, if I were lord here alone, But it's sinful pride has rule inside mightier than my own. You're neither spirit nor spark," he said, "you're neither book nor brute, So get you back to the flesh again for the sake of man's repute. I'm overlord to Adam's breed, that I should mock your pain- But see that you win to a better sin before you come back again."
"Get out! The hearse is at your door and the grim black stallions wait. They carry your clay to the grave today-move, or you'll come too late! Go back to earth with a lip unsealed, go back with an open eye, And carry this word to the spawn of Earth before they come to die: That the sins they do by two and two they must pay for one by one- And the God you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"
I think technically San Jones is the longer though at keast with tgat song you could get away with shortening the song by saying chorus repeats though I wonder long full tail of Matty Groves if you all 46 verses of it.
Noticed that in the section in heavens gate there is a little tune tune after each note, but it starts to get slightly weaker untill being completely gone in the hell section
Sad things have to be told. I work in the field of computer science and this describes me very much. Most things I think of myself as faults are not understood as sins by anyone I asked. Because mostly I know of things but never experienced any of them.
There are some bits missing but it still works as a song. However Kipling also wrote these two additional verses which were never included in print and explain Tomlinsons predicament of not being fit for heaven or hell. “Ye have taken toll of a thousand soul in silver and snippet and share, And I have saved you,” quo Peter, “ as I were saving Berkeley Square. Ye have borrowed and filched the shadow of right that is neither saving nor sin- Get hence, get hence, to the Lord of Wrong, for I dare not let you in. So Tomlinson took up the flesh in his home in Berkeley Square And syne he heard the coffin head that bumped upon the stair. He shifted the shroud about his mouth and garred the watchers scream “I have lain,” quo he, “in a drouthy trance and dreamed a murderous dream; But whether I rise from the red fever or the redder mouth of Hell, By God his will, for good or ill, I’ll live my life mysel’.”
heaven: we cant be bothered to look into this guy, sent to hell without being convicted a sinner devil after thorough examination: this guy is innocent of any sin, i could burn him to spite heavens, but ive got a reputation, go back alive little guy until youve cooked up on some real evil schemes
I mean, he DID prove himself unfit for heaven. If I show up at the bank and say "I don't even have an account here. I want to withdraw $500,000 dollars," the bank would yell me to get lost. But if I went to a police station and said "I murdered someone," when I hadn't, you can bet there would be a lengthy investigation.
"Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry. "Did ye think of that theft for yourself?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!" The Devil he blew an outward breath, for his heart was free from care:- "Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there, "And for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone," In the original, full version, it's pretty clear the devil is referring to the theft of a spot in hell for Tomlinson from someone who deserves it. Someone who has actually sinned a "worthy" sin.
@@SongsfromtheStars in a previous verse, Tomlinson lies and is still rejected from hell. His *almost* worthy sin is thinking himself worthy of hell without effort. I think Kipling's main point is that anything worthy of heaven or hell takes effort.
@@albertnewton8296 If she did, it would be from another filk song, which itself may have borrowed from another song. It can be very very hard to track down the origin of any filk song melody.
I don't think Tomlinson is meant to be slothful, but just unremarkable. He's done no great good nor sin, but that doesn't necessarily imply that he's done *nothing.*
A sin according to a book, yes. "Let me in! I remember I borrowed my neighbor's wife to sin the deadly sin." "Did you read that sin in a book?" he said, and Tomlinson said, "Aye." The devil, he blew upon his nails, and the little demons ran, And he said, "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man. Go winnow him out from star to star and sieve his proper worth- There's sore decline in Adam's line if this is the spawn of Earth." IMO means that they dont really count.
@@advictoriamsshitposts8689 As I read it the whole point of the text might be going against just acting (and talking) on others advice/experience, mimicing without an original thought. "And many a soul from which he stole, but his own we cannot find."
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The ultimate way to mock a certain lifestyle: you need a round two in life because neither the devil nor St Peter thought your lifestyle could belong to a real person 😂
Too bad for heaven, too good for hell, too bland for life. It is a hard life for Tomlinson
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square
And a spirit came to his bedside and dragged him by the hair
Till he heard the roar of the Milky Way die down and drone and cease,
And they came to the gate within the walls where Peter holds the keys.
"Stand up, stand up now, Tomlinson, and answer loud and high
The good that you did for the sake of men before you came to die."
"Oh, I had a friend on earth", he said, "who was my priest and guide,
And I know he would answer well for me if he were at my side."
"Because you strove in neighboor love it shall be written fair,
But now you wait at heaven's gate and not in Berkeley Square.
Though we called your friend from his bed tonight he could not speak for you-
For the race is run by one and one, never by two and two."
The wind that blows between the worlds, it cut him like a knife,
So Tomlinson took up the tale and he spoke of his good in life.
"Oh, this I've read in a book," he said, "and that was told to me,
And this I've thought that another man thought of a prince in Muscovy."
"You've read, you've heard, you've thought, good God! and the tale is yet to run-
By the worth of the body that once you had, give answer: what have you done?"
"Oh, this I've felt and this I've guessed and this I've heard men say,
And this they wrote that another man wrote of a carl in Norroway."
"You've read, you've felt, you've guessed, good God! You've hampered heaven's gate-
We've better fare between the stars than you lay on our plate.
Get out, go down to the lord of wrong, your doom is yet to run
And the faith you share with Berkeley Square go with you, Tomlinson."
So the spirit dragged him by the hair and sun by sun they fell
Till they came to the rings of evil stars that rim the mouth of Hell.
The first are red with pride and wrath, the second white with pain,
But the third are black with clinkered sin that cannot burn again.
The wind that blows between the worlds, it chilled him to the bone,
And he yearned to the glare of Hell-Mouth there as he would to his own hearthstone.
The devil he sat behind the bars, where the desperate legions drew
And he caught the hurrying Tomlinson and wouldn't let him through.
"Do you know the price of good pit coal that I must pay," said he,
"That you rank yourself so fit for Hell and ask no leave of me?
Sit down, sit down upon the slag, and answer loud and high
The harm you did to the sons of men before you came to die."
"Oh, I had a love on earth," he said, "who kissed me to my fall,
And if you'd call my love to me I know she would answer all."
"All that you did in love forbid, it shall be written fair,
But now you wait at Hell-Mouth gate and not in Berkeley Square.
Though we whistled your love from her bed tonight, I vow she would not run
For the sin that you do by two and two you must pay for one by one."
"Well, once I laughed at the power of love, twice at the grip of the grave,
And three times patted my god on the head that men might call me brave."
The devil breathed on a branded sould and set it aside to cool-
"Do you think I'd waste my coal," he said, "on the hide of a brain-sick fool?
I see no worth in the hob-nailed mirth or the jolt-head jest you did
That I should awaken my gentlemen who are sleeping three to a grid."
"Oh, this I've heard," said Tomlinson, "and that was noised abroad,
And this I took from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord."
"You've heard, you've read, you've got, good lack! and the tale begins afresh;
Have you sinned one sin for the pride of the eye or sinful lust of the flesh?"
Then Tomlinson, he gripped the bars, and he yammered, "Let me in!
I remember I borrowed my neighbor's wife to sin the deadly sin."
The devil, he grinned behind the bars, and he banked the fires high.
"Did you read that sin in a book?" he said, and Tomlinson said, "Aye."
The devil, he blew upon his nails, and the little demons ran,
And he said, "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man.
Go winnow him out from star to star and sieve his proper worth-
There's sore decline in Adam's line if this is the spawn of Earth."
When the demons came back with the tattered thing like children after play
They said "The soul he got from God he's bartered clean away.
We've thrashed out a mint of book and print, and a chattering wind for a mind,
And many a soul from which he stole, but his own we cannot find.
We've handled him, we've dandled him, we've seared him to the bone,
And, sire, if tooth and nail show truth, he has no soul of his own."
The devil, he looked at the mangled thing that prayed to feel the flame,
And he thought of holy charity, but he thought of his own good name.
"Now you would haste my coal to waste and sit you down to fry-
Did you think of that sin for yourself?" he asked, and Tomlinson said, "Aye."
The devil, he breathed an outward sigh, for his heart was free from care.
"You've scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there."
"Now for that sin you should come in, if I were lord here alone,
But it's sinful pride has rule inside mightier than my own.
You're neither spirit nor spark," he said, "you're neither book nor brute,
So get you back to the flesh again for the sake of man's repute.
I'm overlord to Adam's breed, that I should mock your pain-
But see that you win to a better sin before you come back again."
"Get out! The hearse is at your door and the grim black stallions wait.
They carry your clay to the grave today-move, or you'll come too late!
Go back to earth with a lip unsealed, go back with an open eye,
And carry this word to the spawn of Earth before they come to die:
That the sins they do by two and two they must pay for one by one-
And the God you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"
my gods, so long
You deserve a medal
Perfect
fixed the lyrics
I think technically San Jones is the longer though at keast with tgat song you could get away with shortening the song by saying chorus repeats though I wonder long full tail of Matty Groves if you all 46 verses of it.
Noticed that in the section in heavens gate there is a little tune tune after each note, but it starts to get slightly weaker untill being completely gone in the hell section
Sad things have to be told. I work in the field of computer science and this describes me very much. Most things I think of myself as faults are not understood as sins by anyone I asked. Because mostly I know of things but never experienced any of them.
There are some bits missing but it still works as a song. However Kipling also wrote these two additional verses which were never included in print and explain Tomlinsons predicament of not being fit for heaven or hell.
“Ye have taken toll of a thousand soul in silver and snippet and share,
And I have saved you,” quo Peter, “ as I were saving Berkeley Square.
Ye have borrowed and filched the shadow of right that is neither saving nor sin-
Get hence, get hence, to the Lord of Wrong, for I dare not let you in.
So Tomlinson took up the flesh in his home in Berkeley Square
And syne he heard the coffin head that bumped upon the stair.
He shifted the shroud about his mouth and garred the watchers scream
“I have lain,” quo he, “in a drouthy trance and dreamed a murderous dream;
But whether I rise from the red fever or the redder mouth of Hell,
By God his will, for good or ill, I’ll live my life mysel’.”
This really clears it up :)
Thank you
the last one is really needed for this songs. puts everything into context.
At which point the devil more or less quoted the "Sin on" bible at him.
Tomlinson sure had an interesting dream
heaven: we cant be bothered to look into this guy, sent to hell without being convicted a sinner
devil after thorough examination: this guy is innocent of any sin, i could burn him to spite heavens, but ive got a reputation, go back alive little guy until youve cooked up on some real evil schemes
I mean, he DID prove himself unfit for heaven.
If I show up at the bank and say "I don't even have an account here. I want to withdraw $500,000 dollars," the bank would yell me to get lost.
But if I went to a police station and said "I murdered someone," when I hadn't, you can bet there would be a lengthy investigation.
Too scummy for heaven, too pathetic for hell.
Afine end to a fine album! Thank you!
NPCs have no soul so they can't go to either heaven or hell
So which songs are Leslie's and which are Kipling's?
They're all Kipling poems, put to music by Leslie. Some had some re-arranging or a word or two changed here and there as well.
What was Tomlinson sin he himself thought of?
"Now you would haste my coal to waste and sit you down to fry"
Misappropriation of Divine funds
@@QG6588isn’t it the devil that’s giving order how did Tomlinson think of the sin?
@@killerneutron3809 Tomlinson lied about committing other sins
"Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry.
"Did ye think of that theft for yourself?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!"
The Devil he blew an outward breath, for his heart was free from care:-
"Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there,
"And for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone,"
In the original, full version, it's pretty clear the devil is referring to the theft of a spot in hell for Tomlinson from someone who deserves it. Someone who has actually sinned a "worthy" sin.
@@SongsfromtheStars in a previous verse, Tomlinson lies and is still rejected from hell. His *almost* worthy sin is thinking himself worthy of hell without effort.
I think Kipling's main point is that anything worthy of heaven or hell takes effort.
Anyone know what 'three to a grid' means?
grid as in gridiron (the non US football meaning) as in grill
It's saying his sinners are "sleeping three to a grid", huddling with three souls on each roasting grid above the fires of Hell.
Is this an original tune, or does it come from somewhere else?
Words are by Rudyard Kipling. Fish set the poem to music.
@@BresingeriI know the words are Kipling's. I was wondering whether Fish wrote the tune herself, or took it from somewhere else.
@@albertnewton8296 If she did, it would be from another filk song, which itself may have borrowed from another song. It can be very very hard to track down the origin of any filk song melody.
Wait, isn't sloth a very dire sin too?
I don't think Tomlinson is meant to be slothful, but just unremarkable. He's done no great good nor sin, but that doesn't necessarily imply that he's done *nothing.*
A sin according to a book, yes.
"Let me in! I remember I borrowed my neighbor's wife to sin the deadly sin."
"Did you read that sin in a book?" he said, and Tomlinson said, "Aye."
The devil, he blew upon his nails, and the little demons ran,
And he said, "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man.
Go winnow him out from star to star and sieve his proper worth-
There's sore decline in Adam's line if this is the spawn of Earth."
IMO means that they dont really count.
@@advictoriamsshitposts8689 As I read it the whole point of the text might be going against just acting (and talking) on others advice/experience, mimicing without an original thought. "And many a soul from which he stole, but his own we cannot find."
The spiritual ancestor of Minecraft's epilogue
I bet Tomlinson is a ginger
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