Etiology (alternatively aetiology, aitiology /iːtiˈɒlədʒi/) is the study of causation, or origination. The word is derived from the Greek αἰτιολογία, aitiologia, "giving a reason for" (αἰτία, aitia, "cause"; and -λογία, -logia).
The word is most commonly used in medical and philosophical theories, where it is used to refer to the study of why things occur, or even the reasons behind the way that things act, and is used in philosophy, physics, psychology, government, medicine, theology and biology in reference to the causes of various phenomena. An etiological myth is a myth intended to explain a name or create a mythic history for a place or family.
An etiological myth, or origin myth, is a myth intended to explain the origins of cult practices, natural phenomena, proper names and the like. For example, the name Delphi and its associated deity, Apollon Delphinios, are explained in the Homeric Hymn which tells of how Apollo carried Cretans over the sea in the shape of a dolphin (delphis) to make them his priests. While Delphi is actually related to the word delphus ("womb"), many etiological myths are similarly based on folk etymology (the term "Amazon", for example). In the Aeneid (published circa 17 BC), Vergil claims the descent of Augustus Caesar's Julian clan from the hero Aeneas through his son Ascanius, also called Iulus. The story of Prometheus' sacrifice-trick in Hesiod's Theogony relates how Prometheus tricked Zeus into choosing the bones and fat of the first sacrificial animal rather than the meat to justify why, after a sacrifice, the Greeks offered the bones wrapped in fat to the gods while keeping the meat for themselves.
When one voice rules the nation
Just because they're top of the pile
Doesn't mean their vision is the clearest
The voices of the people
Are fallin' on deaf ears
Our politicians all become careerists
They must declare their interests
But not their company cars
Is there more to a seat in parliament
Than sitting on your arse
And the best of all this bad bunch
Is shouting to be heard
Above the sound of ideologies clashing
Outside the patient millions
Who put them into power
Expect a little more back for their taxes
Like school books, beds in hospitals
And peace in our bloody time
All they get is old men grinding axes
Who've built their private fortunes
On the things they can rely
The courts, the secret handshake
The Stock Exchange and the old school tie
For God and Queen, and Country
All things they justify
Above the sound of ideologies clashing
God bless the civil service
The nations saving grace
While we expect democracy
They're laughin' in our face
And although our cries get louder
The laughter gets louder still
Above the sound of ideologies clashing
Above the sound of ideologies
Above the sound of ideologies
Quand Descend Le Soir, Je vais seul m'asseoir
Sur le banc de bois
Mais tu n'es pas là...
J'entends les pigeons
Qui roucoul'nt en rond, J'entends les enfants
Qui s'amusent à la guerre, aux éléphants, gaiement.
Je vois, tour à tour, Les amants d'amour
Echanger entre eux
Des baisers voluptueux.
J'entends la chanson d'l'automne
Dans les arbres qui frissonnent.
Quand Descend Le Soir, Que je vais m'asseoir
Sur le banc de bois
Mais tu n'es pas là.
Je vois un' statue.
Cet homm' de vertu
N'a pas évitéLa postérité.
Ses cheveux trop longs
Tombent sur son veston.
Son sourire figéConvient mal à son air un peu trop négligé.
Destin des statues
D'être là, têtues, Au fond des allées, Tristement, pour nous rapp'ler
L'inventeur d'la pomm' de terre
Ou celui du paratonnerre.
Quand Descend Le Soir, Que je vais m'asseoir
Sur le banc de bois
Mais tu n'es pas là...
Le soleil s'éteint.
Jusqu'à d'main matin
Ses reflets, dans l'eau
Sont ceux des vélos.
Les cinés s'allument
Et, déjà, la brume
Enveloppe les toits, Enveloppe les bois et tout' la ville se noie
Dans un flot d'passants
Au rythme incessant.
C'est l'instant joyeux, C'est l'instant d'un mond' merveilleux, C'est la foire des Invalides.
Aux p'tit's autos, je m'décide, Quand Descend Le Soir, Que je vais m'asseoir
Sur le banc de hois
Mais tu n'es pas là...
Hello, do you remember me - ID DID N
FORGET THOSE YEARS
You look as if you work too hard - OH, YES I
GUESS THAT'S TRUE
What about the ideals you had in '68
To me it looks like you are now what you were
fighting.
You were fighting then
Chorus:
It is ideological - all thoughts you
might have
The pictures in your mind
Caused by social history
I CHANGED MY LIFE AND SETTLED DOWN
IT'S RESTFUL, PLEASANT, WELL
TO ME IT'S OKAY, YOU SEE -
My friends live the same way
It must be the influence of society
That creates succ
essfully
A new dictated ideology
Chorus:
It is ideological - all thoughts you
might have
The pictures in your mind
Caused by social history
Consciousness - the only way to
understand
All my thoughts - Ideology
And your thoughts - Ideology
My ideals - Ideology
No free will - Ideology
But in the past - Ideology
And what does last - Ideology
To understand life and men - is there a hope?
Meu partido, é um coração partido
E as ilusões, estão todas perdidas
Os meus sonhos, foram todos vendidos
Tão barato que eu nem acredito, ah, eu nem acredito
Que aquele garoto que ia mudar o mundo, mudar o mundo
Frequenta agora as festas do "Grand Monde"
Meus heróis morreram de overdose
Meus inimigos estão no poder
Ideologia, eu quero uma pra viver
O meu prazer, agora é risco de vida
Meu sex and drugs, não tem nenhum rock'n'roll
Eu vou pagar a conta do analista
Pra nunca mais ter que saber quem sou eu
Ah, saber quem eu sou
Pois aquele garoto que ia mudar o mundo, mudar o mundo
Agora assiste a tudo em cima do muro, em cima do muro
Meus heróis morreram de overdose
Meus inimigos estão no poder
Ideologia, eu quero uma pra viver
Ideologia, pra viver
Pois aquele garoto que ia mudar o mundo, mudar o mundo
Agora assiste a tudo em cima do muro, em cima do muro
Meus heróis morreram de overdose
Meus inimigos estão no poder
Ideologia, eu quero uma pra viver.