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Bastille Day July 12, 2008

Posted by The Typist in Toulouse Street.
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La Marsellaise is such a lovely song.

Aux armes, citoyens ! To arms, citizens!
Formez vos bataillons ! Form your battalions!
Marchons, marchons ! Let’s march, let’s march!
Qu’un sang impur May a tainted blood
Abreuve nos sillons ! Soak our furrows!
Aux armes, citoyens ! To arms, citizens!
Formons nos bataillons ! Let us form our battalions!
Marchons, marchons ! Let us march, let us march!
Qu’un sang impur May their tainted blood
Abreuve nos sillons ! Soak our furrows!

How would you say in French: We will armor the levees with their skulls?

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1. Editilla - July 12, 2008

Nous armure les levées avec leurs crânes
We will armor the levees with their skulls

Marée croissante longtemps de phase…trois
Long Live Rising Tide…3

Écrasez l’infamie
Viva La Pucelle d’Orléans!

Humide de banque de joyeux anniversaire

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2. KamaAina - July 13, 2008

One wonders how it would sound as played by a brass band of “la Nouvelle-Orleans”.

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3. The Typist - July 14, 2013

Reblogged this on Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans and commented:

Nous armure les levées avec leurs crânes

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4. Bigezbear - July 14, 2013

And then there was this:

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5. Me - July 24, 2013

Just read this. it’s 1960. The General come to NO. All the Ecole girls are trained to sing the Marseillaise and taught precisely how to scatter rose petals in front of him. I was 14. To this DAY i know all the words. So we line up in white dresses singing our little hearts out. We are placed right in front as the motorcade comes down St. Charles. The cade even slows down for all the cute girls.Then comes my moment of humiliation. You are supposed.to scatter the rose petals at his feet, not in the air. But, there is a breeze as I am scattering. One of my petals rises up and hits DeGaulle right in the left eye.He is a trooper, he only briefly blinks. OMG, nobody knew it was mine or even noticed, thanks to the Generals aplomb but I still blush when I think about it. Marchon, Marchon!

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