A theological exegesis on the Beatific Vision

A Bavarian beer tent

Polka Friday style!!!

In heaven there is no beer
That's why we drink it here
And when we're gone from here
All our friends will be drinking all the beer!(Everybody sing!)


In heaven there is no beer
That's why we drink it here
And when we're gone from here
All our friends will be drinking all the beer!


Lá lá lá lá lá lá
Lá lá lá lá lá lá
Lá lá lá lá lá lá
Lá lá lá lá lá lá lá lá


Refrain:
Im Himmel gibt's kein Bier,
Drum trinken wir es hier.
Denn sind wir nicht mehr hier,
Dann trinken die andern unser Bier.

Sicher muß der Wein vom Rhein etwas Wunderbares sein.
Sicher ist ein feiner Sekt etwas, was besonders schmeckt.
Sicher ist der Schnaps so scharf, daß man einen heben darf.
Aber heut' seid's gescheit, liebe Leut'.
Refrain:

2. Jeder Mensch hat seinen Tick und seine Eigenart.
Eine fliegt auf glatt rasiert, die and're auf den Bart.
Einer möcht' nur Fußballspiel, dem andern ist das Wurst.
Ich allein gesteh' es ein, ich hab' immer einen Durst.
Refrain:

Happy Oktoberfest!  Celebrate by NOT going to a Polka Mass.

POLKAPALOOZA FRIDAY!

or if you prefer a Theological exegesis on the beatific vision

You'll have to forgive me for posting a Hawkeyes video, but tis the season.  (Will be nice to have that rivalry back after the Big 10 fixes its divisional debackle)


Happy Oktoberfest! Ein Prosit!

Fanatic Friday: Fanatic Edition

Warning, the following video contains polka music and pop culture. It is both hilarious and disturbing.

Fanatic Fridays

I decree that Polka Fridays will hitherto be known as Fanatic Fridays, so let it be written.

I ran out of polka music... Don't fret, I'll still bring you the best that the internet has to offer.

Extreme Polka Friday!

Why do you make me do this....

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLKA FRIDAY!!!

Warning; some off colored lyrics from secular songs



The Badger Catholic is raising awareness about the dangers of Polka music. Please readers, be safe with Polka! Using Polka music improperly can cause brain damage!

Frankie Friday!

Who needs Evolution of Dance when we have Evolution of Polka!

IIIIIIIIIIts Polka Friiiiiidaaaaaay!

When the goin get's weird.... it's time for Polka Friday!

I think it's time Polka Friday's make a comeback!

Merry Christmas from me to you ...

... on a Polka Friday!

Seriously folks, I do with you all a blessed Christmastide. Unless Cardinal Burke is elected Pope I probably wont be posting much. I pray Our Lady of Good Help may guide us all to our destinations safely, and ensure our arrival at our heavenly destination.

Polka Friday! Škoda lásky

Or as Americans have come to call it the Beer Barrel Polka.  The Czech take their Polka-ing very seriously! 




The original name of the song is Skoda lásky or "Wasted Love/Pity Love".... A little less jolly than roll out the barrel. 


Czech:

Szkoda miłości - żal za utraconą miłością
Kwiecie róży, któż ci to uczynił?
Dziś już Tobie nic to nie pomoże,
Kwiaty zwiędną, listki z nich opadną,
Jak łzy moje na tę trawę zimną.
Ciecze woda, dookoła płynie,
Nie było litości dla błękitnych oczu,
Chciałabym żyć tylko dla Ciebie,
Że mą miłość złamiesz, nigdy nie myślałam.
refren:
Szkoda miłości, którą Tobie dałam,
Szkoda łez mych, które wypłakałam,
Moja młodość przeszła, tak, jak sen,
Na zawsze tylko mi zostało jeno,
W sercu mym wspomnienie to.

English(literal):


Roses, for those who can, roses, Who for the Museums,
no longer help you today, but it will not help you tonight,
bloom, wither, leaves them fall, bloom, wither, leaves fall of Them
As my tears on the cold grass. and my tears on the cold grass here.

Flows, water, spins around, Fortress, water, spins around,
I do not regret blue eyes This is regretted blue eyes,
I would be living just for you, I WAS just for you lived
that my love bug, I thought. Woods that my bug, I thought it.

Chorus:
Pity the love I gave you, pity you, I love you away,
my own eyes, I would have cried, you are my Dad, now I would've cried,
My youth, fled like a dream, My youth, fled drought and sleep,
I have left everything to just, for me only remaining all
in the heart of my recollection only. in my heart the memory yen.

Theological exegesis on the beatific vision

Polka Friday style!!!

In heaven there is no beer
That's why we drink it here
And when we're gone from here
All our friends will be drinking all the beer!(Everybody sing!)

In heaven there is no beer
That's why we drink it here
And when we're gone from here
All our friends will be drinking all the beer!

Lá lá lá lá lá lá
Lá lá lá lá lá lá
Lá lá lá lá lá lá
Lá lá lá lá lá lá lá lá



Refrain:
Im Himmel gibt's kein Bier,
Drum trinken wir es hier.
Denn sind wir nicht mehr hier,
Dann trinken die andern unser Bier.

Sicher muß der Wein vom Rhein etwas Wunderbares sein.
Sicher ist ein feiner Sekt etwas, was besonders schmeckt.
Sicher ist der Schnaps so scharf, daß man einen heben darf.
Aber heut' seid's gescheit, liebe Leut'.
Refrain:

2. Jeder Mensch hat seinen Tick und seine Eigenart.
Eine fliegt auf glatt rasiert, die and're auf den Bart.
Einer möcht' nur Fußballspiel, dem andern ist das Wurst.
Ich allein gesteh' es ein, ich hab' immer einen Durst.
Refrain:

Note: This video is quite Beardly btw.

Happy Oktoberfest!  Celebrate by NOT going to a Polka Mass.

Polka Mass, If you don't believe me listen for yourself

Since I was told by a commenter in my last post on the Polka Mass:

Our parish has an annual polka Mass, which I haven't attended for some years, but I don't recall actual polka dance music. The hymns were beautiful, appropriate and reverent

Well lets have a listen for yourself.  This is celebrated by Rev. George Balasko, the priest who wrote the music proper for the Polka Mass.

Opening Hymn :00
Gloria 4:40
Responsorial 9:35
Alleluia verse 11:45
Offertory 30:30
Sanctus? 33:30  It's not polka but they replaced the Sanctus with the first verse of Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! (a good hymn mind you, but it cannot replace the Sanctus)
Agnus Dei 41:05
Communion 43:00 LOL SHOOT ME!  
Closing Hymn 48:25

Polka Friday!! - Beer from Milwaukee

Milwaukee Polka - Frank Yankovic

Beer from Milwaukee
The very best in town
It makes you so talky
Drink it down, drink it down, drink it down

A toast to Milwaukee
so raise your glasses high
And you'll chugalug until your dry
and raise your spirits to the sky

Beer from Milwaukee
The very best in town
Just don't be so talky
By a round, buy a round, buy a round

And drink to Milwaukee
so raise your glasses high
And you'll chugalug until your dry
and raise your spirits to the sky