Mod Euro flashbacks: Sing, Swing, Savor the sting...

I spent the day doing errands with my family, and ultimately collapsed by 4pm. When I collaspe, I generally have low threshold for bad jokes. I have had several excruciatingly painful encounters with my father during these moments of collapsation. And to top it off, we were stuck at the mall...For the past two or three weeks, I have been craving soft-serve chocolate ice cream with strawberries. I'm not sure why. My father allowed me to get some at the mall -- or at least, he gave his permission. We began to order, when the cashier cut in saying that they were out of chocolate frozen yogurt. Okay, fine, I could deal without the soft-serve, but wanted chocolate. "Oh, we're out of chocolate, hold on a second..." They had chocolate fudge brownie, but no chocolate. So I chose a substitute, and ordered the strawberries... "Oh, I'm sorry, we're out of strawberries." Do they have *nothing*? Those incompetent people at H?agen Dazs.I'm listening to the Original Broadway Cast Album of The Scarlet Pimpernel, and now I am having flashbacks to Modern European History with Dave Levy, last year. That class was the definition of insanity. Let's see... who was in it: Katy (during her first mod at CSW), Janek (and his foppish hand gestures), James (who was.. James), Peter Droste (who loved to watch the Austin Powers II DVD under the table while Dave lectured. Dave never seemed to catch on. Peter was also going through his Pillsbury Doughboy obsession), Morgan (crazy, as usual), and Ben Gardner (with his amusing pseudo-French accents). Great class. Katy and I played the song "Madame Guillotine" for our report on something French Revolution-ish. Dave kept asking me to sing it, but I couldn't get a note out without doubling in hysterics. For everyone's amusement, here are the lyrics:MADAME GUILLOTINEfrom the musical The Scarlet Pimpernelmusic by Frank Wildhorn, with lyrics by Nan Knighton, of whom I am still suspended in disbelief that she actually wanted credit for this song.I know the gutterAnd I know the stink of the streetKicked like a dog,I have spat out the bile of defeat.All you beauties who towered above me,You who gave me the smack of your bod.Now I give you the gutter,I have you the judgement of God!Vengeance Victorious!These are the glorious days:Women of Paris,Come gather your bloody bouquets.Now gaze on our goddess of justiceWith her shimmering, glimmering bladeAs she kisses these traitors,She sings them a last serenade!Sing! Swing! Saor the sting!As she severs you - Madame Guillotine!Slice! Come, Paradise!You'll be smitten withMadame Guillotine!The world may be ugly,But each man must do what he must.Give in, pretty dear,In a year you will be pretty dust.Now come let our lady possess youIn her breath taking, hair-razing bed.She will tingle your spineAs she captures your heart and your head!Sing! Swing! Savor the sting!As she severs you - Madame Guillotine!Slice! Come Paradise!Our delilah will shave you razor clean!God, when did man lose his reason?Save us, my God, if you're there!God, can you not feel the terrorLike a fire in the air?Flash! Slash! Glisten and gash!She will ravish you! Madame Guillotine!Split! Madame just bit!Give her more to bite! She's a hungry queen!Sing! Savor the sting!As she severs you - Madame Guillotine!Slice! Come, Paradise!Hail, her MajestyMadame Guillotine!If you want to hear this beautiful song (if not just for the chorus), you may click hereNo, I did not add in all of those exclamation points, that's how the lyrics are written in the linear notes. I love the "as she severs you." Touch of brilliance, if I do say so myself.~Jenn