And It Stoned Me by Jack the Sailor


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They Sure Know How To Pitch A Party In Pashan Pud! . . . (August 2001, Uttar Pradesh, India) -- Thousands of Indian villagers have celebrated an annual festival by throwing stones at each other. Nearly 250 people were injured during the Pashann Pud stone-throwing event near Nainital in Uttar Pradesh. Doctors report mainly head and eye injuries. Villagers arranged themselves into two groups to throw the stones. The tradition dates back several hundred years to when one member of the community was sacrificed each year to appease the village's goddess. The injured were given first aid on the spot and many were transported to hospital. The victims described their injuries as a "kind of blessing from the goddess", United News Of India reports. In past times, when a chosen young man's parents appealed to the king to spare his life, villagers were ordered to compensate with their blood. There are no rules about the size of stones that can be used during the festival.

And It Stoned Me by Vandeloo Morrison (a/k/a Jack the Sailor)

Half a world away from here, is a place called Pashan Pud
If you ever go down there, wear your helmet bud
Hands full of throwing rocks, and they'll toss them at your back
Don't just stand there getting popped, prepare for your defence

Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Getting their rocks off on me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Stoned me just to make me bleed
And they stoned me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Causing greivous injury
And they stoned me

And won't let up, until sun goes down, or nat least until you cry
Cause they know, its all in fun unless you lose an eye
Don't be a louse, there's no glass house anywhere on their road
So pick up the rock and be a jock and throw at their heads instead.

Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Slinging slate at me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Stoned me just to make me bleed
And they stoned me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Causing greivous injury
And they stoned me

On the way back home you'll sing a song, with your faces caked in blood
As you apply the iodine, you'll sing of Pashan Pud
You'll go to a home all tender and moan, Oh "I am barely seeing."
And the nurse who tut-tuts as she stitches your cuts
will say "Hey! There you are being."

Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
Oh, they're crazy
propelling pebbles at me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Stoned me just to make me bleed
And they stoned me
And they stoned me yes indeed
Causing greivous injury
And they stoned me