THE BOOK OF DEBORAH MY SONG

In studying the Deborah of old I found some interesting similarities. Deborah from the bible lived in the mountains of Ephraim, between Ramah and Beth-El. Ephraim isn’t quite the Poconos, and Ramah sounds like a word in a Lady Gaga song. But, Beth-El sounds real familiar.

For those of you who never heard of the place. It was the address for the Woodstock festival, circa 1969, held in Bethel, NY. Coincidence? Hmmm.

I spoke in my last purge of the song written by Deborah. It was at the top of the charts. Right next to the “Shiroh” (Song Of Moses). In my printing of the Bible, it’s long and tongue-ish. Meaning hard to sing though it had some snappy refrains. It describes her call to the battle and her praises to those who enlist. Then goes on to describe the fighting and outcome.

The battle is gruesome like most Bible stories, with the whole losing side slaughtered on orders from high… The most graphic was Sisera. The general who got his head nailed to the ground by Yael. Yikes, wouldn’t want to get her mad at me.

There’s a lot more in the few chapters about Deborah that I’ll add in upcoming accounts. In the meantime, I wrote a poem/song from this Deborah. I thought maybe recited in a rap style, being careful with any beatbox. Don’t need any flatulence sound effects.

It’s a pretty shitty ditty already.

Pant Legs

Roll up your pantlegs we got shit to do, working, sleeping, living, and some dying too.

No crawling or stalling, no squatting to pee, no wiggles, no giggles, no tears, or gripes. Just roll up your pant legs and remember to wipe.

No crapping or yapping they’re only excuses. Quit begging it won’t make me weep. Just roll up your pantlegs cause the shit gets deep.

Remember your manners reflections from youth, can’t pick my nose or suck through a tooth.

Tuck in your shirt, pull up your slip and heaven forbid don’t forget to zip.

Stop checking your hankie after you blow there’s never a pony in there, I know.

Now, roll up your pant legs and hike up your sleeves ‘cause we got plenty of shit to leave.