- published: 11 Apr 2013
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The Belgae were a group of tribes living in northern Gaul, on the west bank of the Rhine, in the 3rd century BC, and later also in Britain, and possibly even Ireland. They gave their name to the Roman province of Gallia Belgica, and very much later, to the modern country of Belgium.
The general consensus among linguists is that the ethnic name Belgae comes from the Proto-Celtic root *belg- or *bolg- meaning "to swell (particularly with anger/battle fury/etc.)", cognate with the Old English verb belgan, "to be angry" (from Proto-Germanic *balgiz), derived ultimately from the Proto-Indo-European root *bhelgh- "to swell, bulge, billow"). Thus, a Proto-Celtic eethnic name *Bolgī could be interpreted as "The People who Swell (particularly with anger/battle fury)".
Julius Caesar describes Gaul at the time of his conquests (58 - 51 BC) as divided into three parts, inhabited by the Aquitani in the southwest, the Gauls of the biggest central part, who in their own language were called Celtae, and the Belgae in the north. Each of these three parts were different in terms of customs, laws and language. He noted that the Belgae, being farthest from the developed civilization of Rome and closest to Germania over the Rhine, were the bravest of the three groups, because "merchants least frequently resort to them, and import those things which tend to effeminate the mind".
Just out Monday
Run into a friend
Down the street
Down the street where I live
Sad things begin
I could feel from within
From the message
From the message
He had to give
'Bout a buddy of mine
Running out of time
Somebody past noon
Shot across the room
And now the man no longer lives
Too bad about him
Too sad about him
Don't get me wrong
The man is gone
But it's a wonder
He lived this long
Up in the city
They called him Boss Jack
But down home
He was a alley cat
Didn't care nothing
'Bout being black, oh, Billy Jack
Can't be no fun
Can't be no fun
To be shot, shot with a hand gun
Body sprawled out
You without a doubt
Running people out
There on the floor, oh, oh, oh
Bad bloody, bloody mess
Shot all up in his chest
One sided duel, gun and a fool
What a way to go
Up in the city
They called him Boss Jack
But down home
He was a alley cat
Didn't care nothin'
'Bout being black