So I put my hands up
The flag high! The ranks tightly closed!
SA march with bold, firm steps.
They’re playing my song,
Comrades shot by the Red Front and reactionaries
March in spirit in our ranks.
And the butterflies fly away
Clear the streets for the brown battalions,
Clear the streets for the stormtroopers!
Noddin’ my head like yeah
Already millions look with hope to the swastika
The day of freedom and bread is dawning!
Moving my hips like yeah,
Roll call has sounded for the last time
We are all already prepared for the fight!
And I got my hands up,
Soon Hitler’s flag will fly over the barricades.
Our servitude will soon end!
They’re playin my song
The flag high! The ranks tightly closed!
SA marches with a bold, firm pace.
I know I’m gonna be ok
Comrades shot by the Red Front and reactionaries
March in spirit in our ranks.
Yeah, it’s a party in the USA!
Rhythmanalysis of the Palio di Siena: laws, territory, rituals, metamorphosis
Mid-August: some lazy thoughts from my sofa. “What if, in Siena, it didn’t stop raining until Christmas Eve? Would the Palio be run on Christmas Day?” my partner asked me on the second day of watching the green flag hanging from Siena’s Palazzo Pubblico. “I don’t…







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