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"Saint Just" - Saint Just

Dances of the court in the grand royal palaces
The kings timourous and weak
In the nights the revolutionaries of the people
Ignited your enraged spirit
Among the lights of laces which accompanied
The nocturnal walks of lonely princesses

The people cried your revolt
In long processions the blood
Of the ancient ballads of the travelling singer
In their comedies
In the little popular theatres
Among the cries of the merchants
Among the malicious pleasantries of the children
And the attentive regard of the monarchy
Charming in their gentle dances
Charming in their pictures
That your people have demolished

He has sung your story
He has sung your France

"The Headless Waltz" - Voltaire

As above, so below
Place your bets which way her head will roll
Made in your image, we
Are at least as twisted and mean as thee
'Fore your eyes, what a curious sight
Your children have turned on you
And you say, you don't sleep well at night
Well, we'll take care of that for you

Belle Marie Antoinette loved the pearls
They'll make a great tourniquet
Never did as you should
And you claim it was all for our very own good
'Twas a lie, a magnificent lie
Now, your subjects have turned on you
And you claim you have lots on your mind
Well, we'll take care of that for you

Get that damn thing off her neck
I'm the head of the board, now I'm bored of her head
Sharpen up the blade, boys
What are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead
Wipe that damn smile off your face
Or we'll lop it off clean with our new guillotine
Sharpen up the blade, boys
What are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead

All my troubles, all my pain
Stems from this thing that you call a brain
Be my guest, sever me
From the source of all my agony
What a shame, I've forgotten my name
Without the use of my brain
In my bed I'll sleep well tonight
Without this head of mine

Get this damn thing off my neck
I'm the head of the board, now I'm bored of my head
Sharpen up the blade, boys
What are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead
Wipe that damn smile off your face
Or we'll lop it off clean with our new guillotine
Sharpen up the blade, boys
What are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead

Please sir, for me sir,
Won't you see if you see, sir
Oh dear, I dread I've simply lost my head
I think I left it about
It fell to the ground and I kicked it around
Has anyone seen, no need to be mean,
My bloody fat ugly head

Please miss, for me sis,
Won't you see if you see, sis
It's got black hair and it's kicking about in the square
I'm really not totally sure
But I think that it might have rolled into the sewer
Has anyone seen, no need to be mean,
My bloody fat ugly head

"Waterloo" - Iced Earth

Usher in the rally cries
Revolution's here again
The emperor's bond's are broken
And free he shall remain

Escape, though narrow, aas demand
While his reign remained in view
This fight for France, till bitter end
He must see it through

Coalition forms of many lands
Against Napoleon, West to East
Dogs of war will take to arms
And soon will be unleashed

Prussian, Russian, Austrian
All follow British lead
At allies' helm is Wellington
Who must make his foe concede

Chorus
Foreshadowed man of destiny
Soon you will be forced to see
Nations aligning against you
Marking the time your reign is through
...And you will see your hundred days
Come to an end
Foreshadowed man of destiny
Soon you will be forced to see
Nations aligning against you
Marking the time your reign is through
...It lies before you, fate shall befall you

Quickly, the allies gather force
Near the Franco-Belgian line
While 124,000 French
March there in double time

As the battle begins
Napoleon springs his audacious plan
He'll attack them on two fronts
Splitting up his warring Band

As the Prussians sound retreat
Behind they leave 12,000 slain
Most of their force is still in tact
And will live to fight again

Wellington, ho felt the loss of 5,000 men
Would feel more under cannon fire
Bombardment from the French

Repeat Chorus

Bridge
Of all the wars I have waged
To propel my nations might
For this I'll be remembered
From now 'till the end of time
If to the victor go the spoils
I may die an impoverished man

"The Palace of Versailles" - Al Stewart

I could not find the lyrics for this song, so these are transcribed by me and may have some mistakes!

The wafts of smoke are rising from the walls of the Bastille
And through the streets of Paris runs the sense of the unreal
The kings have all departed, their servants are nowhere
We burned down all their mansions in the name of Robespierre
And still we wait to see the day again
Our time is wasting in the wind
Wondering why, wondering why it echoes through the lonely palace of Versailles

Inside the midnight councils, the lamps are burning low
Oh you sit and talk all through the night, but there's just no place to go
Bonaparte is coming with his army from the south
Marat, your days are numbered, and we live hand to mouth
While we wait to see the day again
Our time is wasting in the wind
Wondering why, wondering why it echoes through the lonely palace of Versailles

The ghost of Revolution still prowls the Paris streets
Down all the restless centuries, it wanders incomplete
It speaks inside the cheap red wine of cafes' summer nights
Its red and amber voices call the cars at traffic lights
Why do you wait to see the day again
Your time is wasting in the wind
Wondering why, wondering why it echoes through the lonely palace of Versailles
Wondering why it echoes through the lonely palace of Versailles

"Danton" - Michel Sardou

-Citoyen quel est ton nom ?
- Danton.
- Hey Danton!

L'œuvre de la Révolution Française, citoyens,
Quand tout ira très bien, tiens :
En 1973,
Quand tout ira très bien,
Quand le peuple devenu sage,
Aura bâti son paysage
Et fait de la France un jardin,
L'œuvre de la Révolution Française,
Dans les années 73,
Débordera nos religions.

- Citoyen quel est ton nom ?
- Danton.

Ne sombrez pas dans le délire, citoyens.
Les révolutions engendrent l'Empire, tiens :
A trop purifier la nation,
Vous mettrez ma révolution
Entre les mains d'un militaire
Qui fera sauter sabre au clair
Les remparts de vos illusions.
Il s'appropriera nos victoires
Et identifiera son nom
A se briser par vos déboires.

- Citoyen quel est ton nom ?
- Danton, Danton, DANTON!

Les pauvres ont besoin de l'église.
C'est un peu là qu'ils sont humains.
Brûler leur Dieu est la bêtise
Qu'ont déjà commis les Romains.
Ils ont toujours, dans leur malheur,
La certitude d'un sauveur.
Laissez les croire à leur vision
Chassez de nous ce Robespierre,
Rongé de haine et de colère,
Cet impuissant fou d'ambition,
Cet impuissant fou d'ambition.

- Citoyen quel est ton nom ?
- J't'ai déjà dit : Danton.

Ne cédez pas à la terreur, citoyens.
Laissez vivre les innocents, tiens :
N'abreuvez pas les dictateurs
Qui demain boiront votre sang.
Président laisse-moi parler.
Toi aussi je veux te sauver.
Tu te prépares un avenir
Où les chiens de la Convention,
A leur tour, seront les martyrs
D'une contre-révolution.

- Danton.

Je n'ai jamais eu peur de rien, citoyens.
Et je n'ai pas peur de ces chiens : tiens
Qui s'acharnent à mordre la main
Qui leur a montré le chemin.
Ils ont peur ils aboient de loin.
Tu te caches, Maximilien.
Quant à toi, tribunal pourri,
Tu m'assassines la patrie.
C'est pour l'honneur de tout un peuple
Que Danton te crache à la gueule.

- Citoyen quel est ton nom ?
- Danton, Danton, DANTON!

Je n'ai pas eu d'autre ambition
Que le bonheur de la nation
Et pas d'autre cupidité
Que de paix et de liberté.
Louis Capet m'aurait-il payé
Pour l'avoir fait guillotiner?
Et Mirabeau et Dumourier ? ...

La vraie Révolution Française,
Malgré les fous du comité,
C'est ma Révolution Française,
Et c'est moi qui l'ai inventée.

- Citoyen quel est ton nom ?
- Danton ! Tu es sourd ou quoi ?

C'est votre père que l'on tue, citoyens.
On a peur de la vérité, tiens :
L'incorruptible est corrompu.
C'est de lui qu'il faut vous laver
Mais l'histoire le jugera
Et c'est mon nom qui restera.
Dans les écoles de demain,
Au seul mot de Révolution :
Les enfants lèveront leur main :
"La Révolution, c'est Danton !"

Accusé de tiédeur par Robespierre,
Il est guillotiné en 1794.

"Flowers of the Night" - Paul Kanter

Paine and Pierce and Robespierre, Juarez and Danton,
Luther, King and Lumumba dead but far from gone
Lenin, Cleaver, Jesus too, outlaws in their nations,
Revolutionaries all, dreamed of liberation

God is up in heaven his agents here on earth
The church has said that this man rules, he's best because of birth.
But what's that noise down in the street, who dares to shout and sing?
With all his courtiers at his side, who dares to touch the king?

Old man get some soldiers, keep them close at hand
There's a fire in the country, there's a flame come to the land
Seven thousand loyal troops, in ranks they stretch so far
With seven thousand well armed men, no one can touch the czar.

Louis watch the prisons, send the goons around
Is that Paris burning, is the Bastille falling down?
And where are all the mercenaries - paid for by the king?
Have they joined the mob you say, doesn't money mean anything?

Old men get some soldiers, keep them close at hand,
The seeds that were sown yesterday now flower in the land
And guard yourself most carefully with military might.
For plants that cannot bloom by day must flower in the night.

"Ballrooms of Versailles" - Army of Lovers

The ballrooms of Versailles
Like dragons riding high
We dance the nights away
Life is glam and gay
Fountains cry tokai
At ballrooms of Versailles
The gardens where we play
The queen has gone astray
Salute Czar Nicolai
The night the party died
At ballrooms of Versailles

Hail knight in shining armor
The emperors decree
The clock strikes midnight hour
Arrive from gay Paris
A world of games and duels
And secret go-betweens
Throw marks or pounds or rubels
Pay life to share the scene

The ballrooms of Versailles
Like dragons riding high
We dance the nights away
Life is glam and gay
Fountains cry tokai
At ballrooms of Versailles
The gardens where we play
The queen has gone astray
Salute Czar Nicolai
The night the party died
At ballrooms of Versailles

A court of fallen angels
Below the guillotine
Betrayed by nightly rangers
Doomed unforgiven sin
The struggle of the classes
The birth of bourgeoisie
Beheaded by the masses
By God that queen was me

The ballrooms of Versailles
Like dragons riding high
We dance the nights away
Life is glam and gay
Fountains cry tokai
At ballrooms of Versailles
The gardens where we play
The queen has gone astray
Salute Czar Nicolai
The night the party died
At ballrooms of Versailles
Ballrooms of Versailles
Ballrooms of Versailles
Ballrooms of Versailles

"Kings and Queens" - Aerosmith

Long ago in days untoled
Were ruled by lords of greed
Maidens fair, with gold they dared
To bare their wounds that bleed
Kings and queens and guillotines
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchments laid the laws
When bishops took the ride

Only to decieve

Oh I know I
Lived this life before
Somehow I know now
Truths I must be sure
Tossin', turnin', nightmares burnin'
Dreams of swords in hand
Sailing ships, the viking spits
The blood of fathers' land

Only to decieve

Living times of knights and mares
Raising swords for maidens fair
Sneer at death, fear only loss of pride
Living other centuries
Deja vu or what you please
Follows true to all who do or die
Screams of no reply
They died
Screams of no reply
And died
Lordy, lordy, they died

"Marie Antoinette" - Curved Air

Marie Antoinette
your name's a legend
in this land
treasure for your pleasure
bestowed on favoured gentleman
the people are in arms
marching on the town
they rise -
changing revolution!
"Vive la Nation!"

Marie Antoinette
your shadow's falling
along the land
anger born of hunger
poisons the hearts of your loyal men
fire in their eyes
steel in their hands
they rise -
changing revolution!
"Vive la Nation!"

Clamouring in the square
the rabble have gone insane
they're over the balustrades
defying the cannon fire
they're into the garrison
they murder the noble man
Marie - Antoinette
Marie - Antoinette
We are the people of France
We demand
that the elegant blue-blooded
leeches that bleed us
are taught what it means
to grow fat and not feed us
we are the people of France
you must heed us

Already at the Bastille
the prisoners all run free
they're hammering on the door
Marie Antoinette
they've taken the guillotine
they're coming to take the Queen
Marie Antoinette
the King and the guards
have fled...

Marie Antoinette
your shadow's falling
along the land
anger born of hunger
poisoned your men
they rise -
changing revolution!
"Vive la Nation!"

"You Went the Wrong Way, Old King Louie" - Allan Sherman

Louis the Sixteenth was the King of France in 1789.
He was worse than Louis the Fifteenth.
He was worse than Louis the Fourteenth.
He was worse than Louis the Thirteenth.
He was the worst since Louis the First.
King Louis was living like a king, but the people were living rotten.
So the people, they started an uprising which they called the
French Revolution, and of course you remember their battle cry,
which will never be forgotten:
You went the wrong way, Old King Louie.
You made the population cry.
'Cause all you did was sit and pet
With Marie Antoinette
In your place at Versailles.
And now the country's gone kablooey.
So we are giving you the air.
That oughta teach you not to
Spend all your time fooling 'round
At the Folies Bergere.
If you had been a nicer king,
We wouldn't do a thing,
But you were bad, you must admit.
We're gonna take you and the Queen
Down to the guillotine,
And shorten you a little bit.
You came the wrong way, Old King Louie.
And now you ain't got far to go.
Too bad you won't be here to see
That great big Eiffel Tower,
Or Brigitte Bardot.
To you King Louie we say phooey.
You disappointed all of France.
But then what else could we expect
From a king in silk stockings
And pink satin pants.
You filled your stomach with chop suey.
And also crepe suzettes and steak.
And when they told your wife Marie
That nobody had bread, she said
"Let 'em eat cake."
We're gonna take you and the Queen
Down to the guillotine,
It's somewhere in the heart of town.
And when that fella's through
With what he's gonna do,
You'll have no place to hang your crown.
You came the wrong way Old King Louie.
Now we must put you on the shelf.
That's why the people are revolting, 'cause Louie,
You're pretty revolting yourself!

"Charlotte Corday" - Al Stewart

If you hear a step upon
Your stair tonight
If you see a shadow in
The candle light
It's only your imagination
Leading you astray
See her for a moment
Then she'll slip away
The ghost of Charlotte Corday

She wanders down the hallway
In a long black dress
And lingers by the fireplace
Like a faint caress
Just what it is that brings her here
No man alive can say
See her for a moment
Then she melts away
The ghost of Charlotte Corday

Stars in the window like a panoply
Covering everything
River of night
Stars in the window
See them shining for
Anyone else, anyone else

The clock ticks in the dark and now
The night is still
The air is like a murmur
On the window sill
All at once there's someone there
That only you can see
Seeking the forgiveness
That will set her free
The wind has taken away
The words she wanted to say
The sky is now turning grey
The dawn is turning away
The ghost of Charlotte Corday

"Charlotte Corday and the Whales" - Most Secret Method

That's common sense
And whales cross the ocean
Your lips are bent
And all you ever talk about is the rent
And whose blood you had shed
And whales cross the ocean

Here's your guest
The knife concealed in her breast
It's for your chest
To me, my good friend
It's your last breath, my good friend
My good friend
It's your last breath
Well that's common sense
That's common sense
And whales cross the ocean

"Marat/Sade" - Judy Collins

Four years after the revolution and the old king's execution
Four years after, remember how those (?) took their final bow
String up every aristocrat
Out with the priests and let them live on their fat
Four years after we started fighting Marat keeps on with his writing
Four years after the Bastille fell, he still recalls the old battle yell
Down with all of the ruling class
Throw all the generals out on their ass

Why do they have the gold?
Why do they have the power?
Why why why why why do they have the friends at the top?
Why do they have the jobs at the top?
We've got nothing, always had nothing
Nothing but holes, and millions of them
Living in holes, dying in holes
Holes in our bellies, and holes in our clothes
Marat, we're poor and the poor stay poor
Marat, don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want our revolution... now

Four years he fought, and he fought unafraid
Sniffing down traitors, by traitors betrayed
Marat in the courtroom, Marat underground
Sometimes the otter and sometimes the hound
Fighting all the gentry and fighting every priest
The businessman, the bougeois, the military beast
Marat always ready to stifle every scheme
Of the sons of the ass-licking dying regime
We've got new generals, our leaders are new
They sit and they argue, and all that they do
Is sell their own colleagues and ride upon their backs
Or jail them, or break them, or give them all the axe
Screaming in language that no one understands
Of the rights that we grabbed with our own bleeding hands
When we wiped out the bosses and stormed through the wall
Of the prison they told us would outlast us all

Marat, we're poor and the poor stay poor
Marat, don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want our revolution... now!

Poor old Marat, they hunt you down
The bloodhounds all over the town
Just yesterday your printing press was smashed
Now they're asking your home address
Poor old Marat, in you we trust
You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
But while you write they're on your track
The boots pound the staircase, the door's thrown back
Poor old Marat, in you we trust
You work till your eyes turn as red as rust
Poor old Marat, we trust in you

Marat, we're poor and the poor stay poor
Marat, don't make us wait any more
We want our rights and we don't care how
We want our revolution... now

"Bastille Day" - Rush

There's no bread, let them eat cake
There's no end to what they'll take
Flaunt the fruits of noble birth
Wash the salt into the earth

But they're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Free the dungeons of the innocent
The king will kneel and let his kingdom rise

Bloodstained velvet, dirty lace
Naked fear on every face
See them bow their heads to die
As we would bow as they rode by

And we're marching to Bastille Day
La guillotine will claim her bloody prize
Sing, oh choirs of cacophony
The king has kneeled to let his kingdom rise

Lessons taught but never learned
All around us anger burns
Guide the future by the past
Long ago the mould was cast

For they marched up to Bastille Day
La guillotine claimed her bloody prize
Hear the echoes of the centuries
Power isn't all that money buys

"Killer Queen" - Queen

She keeps Moet et Chandon
in her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Just like Marie Antoinette
A built in remedy for Khruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation you cant decline

Caviar and cigarettes
well versed in etiquette
Extr'ordinarily nice

She's a killer queen, gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
wanna try?

To avoid complications
She never kept the same address
In conversation she spoke just like a baroness
Met a man from China went down to Geisha Minah
Then again incidentally if you're that way inclined (she's a
killer queen)

Perfume came naturally from Paris (naturally)
For cars she couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise

She's a killer queen, gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Drop of a hat she's as willing as
playful as a pussy cat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild - wild
She's out to get you

She's a killer queen, gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a lazer beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime

Recommended at the price
Insatiable an appetite
wanna try?

You wanna try

"The Necklace of Marie Antoinette" - Hannah Fury

I'll make it look like an accident
I'll make it look like he was trying to hurt me
I'll make it seem like I was innocent
I'll make him wish he had never met me
I'll make it look like a suicide
I'll make it look like it was meant to be
I'll make it seem like I was innocent
I'll make the strychnine taste like raspberry tea
I fear for your soul (as you sow, you shall reap)
I know me, I'm so low (as you sow, you shall reap)
I spread the soul poison quietly
I make him think that he wanted it from me
I make it seem like I'm innocent
This disease will feel like solidarity
I know me

"Waterloo" - ABBA

My, my, at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender
Oh yeah, and I have met my destiny in quite a similar way
The history book on the shelf
Is always repeating itself

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - Promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - Couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - Knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - Finally facing my Waterloo

My, my, I tried to hold you back but you were stronger
Oh yeah, and now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight
And how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo - I was defeated, you won the war
Waterloo - Promise to love you for ever more
Waterloo - Couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - Knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - Finally facing my Waterloo

So how could I ever refuse
I feel like I win when I lose

Waterloo - Couldn't escape if I wanted to
Waterloo - Knowing my fate is to be with you
Waterloo - Finally facing my Waterloo

"Czekając na Trzęsienie Ziemi" - Pidzama Porno

Krążą w ciemnościach
Wrony w garniturach
Cichociemne kurtyzany
Jahwe przewodnik
Ucieka chyłkiem z dworca
Znad biletowych kas
Nie przestają bić zegary
Nie przestają bić zegary

Ta ziemia wre
Pod waszymi butami
Ta ziemia wre pod
Waszymi stopami
Waszymi stopami
Zza horyzont?
Podziemnych korytarzy
Czasem
Patrzy na was Danton

"Robespierre" - Offlaga Disco Pax

"Robespierre's Re Marx " - Mecano

Intellectual abuse at the epoch's open end
Made sure that
Aristocrats knit rebelesque hands
In their arm, despite some sane's alarm

So that marriage between
Bourgeoisie and revolutionary
Made one uniformed, unisexual beast
That hoisted at least, fringe in top

And the victory fuse
Laid round the pole of next era
Got lit while aestheticism and suicide copulate
As part of romance-sans-sense
Romance-sans-sense

According to aforesaid
Finally two births took place,
Resulted in one race:
The agitator par excellence shaped in torso