Found Wanting

After my Bah! Humbug moment yesterday, I decided that I’d go in search of something more appropriate to the season  for today’s festive soundtrack. I failed.

I came across the album, Christmas in the Country, on Spotify which included today’s track. What it was doing there, I’ve no idea, since Belshazah (sic) by Johnny Cash owes its inspiration to the Old Testament and the prophet Daniel rather than the nativity, but there you go.

I thought it was appropriate though, given my cynical mood, although I haven’t decided whether the lyrics apply to Clegg, Cameron, the entire coalition or parliament as a whole:

Well, the Bible tells us about a man
Who ruled Babylon and all its land.
Around the city, he built a wall
And declared that Babylon would never fall.
He had concubines and wives,
He called his Babylon “Paradise.”
On his throne he drank and ate,
but for Belshazzar it was gettin’ late.

For he was weighed in the balance and found wanting,
His kingdom was divided, couldn’t stand.
He was weighed in the balance and found wanting,
His houses were built upon the sand.

Well, the people feasted and drank their wine
And praised the false gods of his time.
All holy things they scorned and mocked,
But suddenly all their mocking stopped.
For on the wall, there appeared a hand,
Nothin’ else, there was no man.
In blood the hand began to write,
And Belshazzar couldn’t hide his fright.

For he was weighed in the balance and found wanting,
His kingdom was divided, couldn’t stand.
He was weighed in the balance and found wanting,
His houses were built upon the sand.

Well, no one around could understand
What was written by the mystic hand.
Belshazzar tried, but couldn’t find
A man who could give him peace of mind.
But Daniel, the prophet, a man of God,
He saw the writing on the wall in blood.
Belshazzar asked him what it said,
And Daniel turned to the wall and read:

“My friend, you’re weighed in the balance and found wanting,
Your kingdom is divided, it can’t stand.
You’re weighed in the balance and found wanting,
Your houses are built upon the sand.”

Nobody’s prefect. If you find any spelling mistakes or other errors in this post, please let me know by highlighting the text and pressing Ctrl+Enter.

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