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just another day

Joined: 12 Jul 2007 Location: Living with the Alaskan Inuits!!
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 12:52 pm Post subject: |
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Changes - Tupac Shakur
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And still I see no changes. Can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East.
Instead of war on poverty,
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http://youtube.com/watch?v=lUoUDuAPCZA
his lyrics are eternal. |
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SuperFly

Joined: 09 Jul 2003 Location: In the doghouse
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 2:10 pm Post subject: |
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The story of Sgt MacKenzie
Charles Stuart MacKenzie was a Sergeant in the Seaforth Highlanders. He went to fight in France during World War One and was shot in the shoulder, the military sent him home to Scotland for treatment, where the surgeon wanted to amputate his arm. He immediately refused, stating that he had to get back to his men. During his time in hospital he was asked what it was like to kill 'the hun' (as the Germans where called then). He replied what a waste of a fine body of men. On the steps of the hospital, the last picture of him was taken in his uniform. This picture hung in his home above the fireplace. On his return to battle, he and his men were engaged in fixed bayonet combat. To the best of my knowledge, and taken from reports of the returning soldiers - one of his close friends fell, badly wounded. Charles stood his ground and fought until he was overcome and died from bayonet wounds. On that day, my Great Grandmother and my Grandmother where sitting at the fire when the picture fell from the wall. My Great Grandmother looked, and said to my Grandmother "oh, my bonnie Charlie's dead." Sure enough a few days passed, then the local policeman brought the news - that Sgt. Charles Stuart MacKenzie had been killed in action. This same picture now hangs above my fireplace. A few years back my wife Christine died of cancer, and in my grief I looked at his picture to ask what gave him the strength to go on. It was then, in my mind, that I saw him lying on the field and wondered what his final thoughts were. The words and music just appeared into my head. I believe the men and woman like yourself who are prepared to stand their ground for their family - for their friends - and for their country; deserve to be remembered, respected and honoured. Sgt. MacKenzie, is my very small tribute to them.
Sgt. Mackenzie was first released on our Tried and True CD Album in 2000.
Joe Kilna MacKenzie
The Lyrics:
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
When they come a wull staun ma groon
Staun ma groon al nae be afraid
Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear
Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears
Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me
Nair mair shall a see the sun
For a fell tae a Germans gun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun
English Translation
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
When they come I will stand my ground
Stand my ground I'll not be afraid
Thoughts of home take away my fear
Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears
Once a year say a prayer for me
Close your eyes and remember me
Never more shall I see the sun
For I fell to a Germans gun
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Lay me down in the cold cold ground
Where before many more have gone
Where before many more have gone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvQuIcT9AUs

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tiger fancini

Joined: 21 Mar 2006 Location: Testicles for Eyes
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 2:20 pm Post subject: |
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Stan Ridgway - Camoflauge.
I was a p.f.c. on a search patrol, huntin charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of 65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy movin in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big marinecca giant, with a pair of friendly eyes
Appeared there at my shoulder and said wait.
When he came in close beside me, he said dont worry, son, Im here
If charlie wants to tangle now, hell have two to dodge
I said, well, thanks a lot! I told him my name and asked him his
And he said the boys just call me camouflage
Chorus:
Woah-oh-oh-oh, camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big marine
Well, I was gonna ask him where he came from, when we heard the bullets fly
Comin through the brush, and all around our ears
It was then I saw this big marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange, but suddenly, I forgot my fears
Well, we fought all night, side by side, we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
cause they seemed to go right through him just as if he wasnt there
And in the mornin we both took a chance and ran
And it was near the riverbank when the ambush came on top of us
And I thought it was the end, and we were had
Then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin through a bush
And that big marine, he just swat it with his hand
Just like it was a fly...
Chorus:
Woah-oh-oh-oh, camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, camouflage
This was an awfully strange (big) marine
{spoken}
And I knew there was somethin weird about him,
cause when I turned around,
He was pullin a big palm tree up outta the ground
And swattin those charlies with it from here to kingdom come
When he led me outta danger I saw my camp and waved goodbye
He just winked at me from the jungle and then was gone
When I got back to my h.q., I told em about my night
And the battle Id spent with a big marine named camouflage
When I said his name, the soldier gulped, and a medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right
He said you may be tellin true, boy, but this here is camouflage
And hes been right here since he passed away last night
In fact, hes been here all week long...
But before he went, he said semper fi, and said his only wish
Was to save a young marine caught in a barrage
So here, take his dog tag, son, I know hed want you to have it now
And we both said a prayer for a big marine named camouflage
Chorus repeat
So next time youre in a jungle fight, and you feel a presence near
Or hear a voice that in your mind will lodge
Just be thankful that youre not aloneccyouve got some company
From a big marine the boys call camouflage
Chorus repeat x2
Hup, hey-ho, hey, left... left...
Woah, woah, camouflage
Hey, hey-ho, ho, left... left...
Woah, woah, camouflage
Repeat endlessly until fade... |
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bluelake

Joined: 01 Dec 2005
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 3:00 pm Post subject: |
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Tenting on the Old Campground, an American Civil War tune.
Walter Kittridge, 1864
We're tenting tonight
On the old campground,
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts, a song of home,
And friends we love so dear.
Chorus:
Many are the hearts
That are weary tonight,
Wishing for the war to cease,
Many are the hearts,
Looking for the right,
To see the dawn of peace.
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight,
Tenting on the old campground.
2. We've been tenting tonight
On the old campground,
Thinking of days gone by;
Of the loved ones at home that gave us the hand,
And the tear that said "goodbye!"
Chorus:
3. We've been fighting today
On the old campground,
Many are lying near,
Some are dead and some are dying,
Many are in tears.
Last Chorus:
Many are the hearts
That are weary tonight,
Wishing for the war to cease,
Many are the hearts,
Looking for the right,
To see the dawn of peace.
Dying tonight, dying tonight,
Dying on the old campground. |
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ceesgetdegrees
Joined: 12 Jul 2007
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 3:17 pm Post subject: |
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One, by Metallica
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwW9L_qzqp8
Best anti war song EVER
One
(Hetfield,ulrich)
I Can't Remember Anything
Can't Tell If this Is True or Dream
Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops Me
Now That the War Is Through with Me
I'm Waking up I Can Not See
That There Is Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain Now
Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me
Back in the Womb its Much Too Real
in Pumps Life That I must Feel
but Can't Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I'll Live
Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from Me
Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me
Now the World Is Gone I'm Just One
Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God Help Me
Darkness
Imprisoning Me
All That I See
Absolute Horror
I Cannot Live
I Cannot Die
Trapped in Myself
Body My Holding Cell
Landmine
Has Taken My Sight
Taken My Speech
Taken My Hearing
Taken My Arms
Taken My Legs
Taken My Soul
Left Me with Life in Hell |
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patongpanda

Joined: 06 Feb 2007
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chris_J2

Joined: 17 Apr 2006 Location: From Brisbane, Au.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 5:13 pm Post subject: |
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I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
(Steve Earle, 1988) |
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SuperFly

Joined: 09 Jul 2003 Location: In the doghouse
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 6:05 pm Post subject: |
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John Sinclair - John Lennon
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir of breathing air
Won't you care for John Sinclair?
In the stair of breathing air.
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me.
They give him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta.....gotta, set him free.
If he had been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
If he was the CIA
Selling dope and making hay
He'd be free, they'd let him be
Breatthing air, like you and me
They gave me ten for two
What more can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta....gottta set him freee.
Was he jailed for what he done?
Representing everyone
Free john now, if we can
From the clutches oof the man
Let him free, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids.
They gave me ten for two
What more can the bastards do?
Gotta, gotta...gotta set him free... |
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saw6436
Joined: 16 Jan 2003 Location: Daejeon, ROK
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 8:28 pm Post subject: |
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| Steeleye Span's "Fighting for Strangers" |
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Kim Jong Jordan

Joined: 13 Mar 2004 Location: The Internet
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 10:24 pm Post subject: |
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| Knockin On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan |
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gypsyfish
Joined: 17 Jan 2003 Location: Seoul
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 12:06 am Post subject: |
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One Tin Soldier
performed by Coven
Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.
On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.
Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.
Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away. |
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ThePoet
Joined: 15 May 2004 Location: No longer in Korea - just lurking here
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 2:05 am Post subject: |
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The Recruiting Sargeant
Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB,
for the sons of the merchants, to join the Blue Puttees
So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men
Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me
They crossed the broad Atlantic in the brave Florizel,
And on the sands of Suvla, they entered into hell
And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell
[Chorus]
So it's over the mountains, and over the sea
Come brave Newfoundlanders and join the Blue Puttees
You'll fight in Flanders, and at Galipoli
Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me
Then the call came from London, for the last July drive
To the trenches with the regiment, prepare yourselves to die
The roll call next morning, just a handful survived.
Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me
[Chorus]
The stone men on Water Street still cry for the day
When the pride of the city went marching away
A thousand men slaughtered, to hear the King say
Enlist you Newfoundlanders and come follow me
[Chorus x3]
- Great Big Sea
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mack4289

Joined: 06 Dec 2006
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 4:05 am Post subject: |
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John Brown by Bob Dylan (not about the abolitionist)
Fight Test by The Flaming Lips (doesn't have to be taken as being about war- and would fall more into the pro-war camp than the anti-war camp)
Army Reserve by Pearl Jam (not about the soldier but his family waiting for him at home- surprising that that aren't more songs [at least that I know of] on that subject) |
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dave1977
Joined: 14 Apr 2007
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 4:27 am Post subject: |
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| Disposable Heroes by Metallica is a good song, graphically describing the horror of fighting in battle. |
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SHANE02

Joined: 04 Jun 2003
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2007 5:17 am Post subject: |
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When the Tigers broke free
Pink Floyd
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYtGsvoBVw8
It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.
And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall,
In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all.
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.
It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command
Took my daddy from me. |
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