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re: Lyrically, is there a better song than Solsbury Hill?
Posted on 11/28/18 at 3:32 pm to Ace Midnight
Posted on 11/28/18 at 3:32 pm to Ace Midnight
And a second entry after thinking a bit more:
It was just before dawn, one miserable morning in black '44
When the forward commander was told to sit tight when he asked that his men be withdrawn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
The Anzio bridgehead was held for the cost of a few hundred ordinary lives
And kindly 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 box of old photographs hidden away
My eyes still grow damp to remember, His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp
It was dark all around, there was frost on 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
It was just before dawn, one miserable morning in black '44
When the forward commander was told to sit tight when he asked that his men be withdrawn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
The Anzio bridgehead was held for the cost of a few hundred ordinary lives
And kindly 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 box of old photographs hidden away
My eyes still grow damp to remember, His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp
It was dark all around, there was frost on 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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Posted on 11/28/18 at 5:24 pm to Ace Midnight
Great song
Posted on 11/28/18 at 6:15 pm to Ace Midnight
I've seen Jesus play with flames in a lake of fire that I was standing in
Met the devil in Seattle and spent 9 months inside the lion's den
Met Buddha yet another time and he showed me a glowing light within
But I swear that God is there every time I glare in the eyes of my best friend
Says my son it's all been done and someday your gonna wake up old and gray
So go and try to have some fun showing warmth to everyone
You meet and greet and cheat along the way
There's a gateway in our mind that leads somewhere out there beyond this plane
Where reptile aliens made of light cut you open and pull out all your pain
Tell me how you make illegal something that we all make in our brain
Some say you might go crazy but then again it might make you go sane
Every time I take a look inside inside that old and fabled book
I'm blinded and reminded of the pain caused by some old man in the sky
Marijuana, LSD, Psilocybin, and DMT
They all changed the way I see
But love's the only thing that ever saved my life
So don't waste your mind on nursery rhymes
Or fairy tales of blood and wine
It's turtles all the way down the line
So to each their own til' we go home
To other realms our souls must roam
To and through the myth that we all call space and time
Met the devil in Seattle and spent 9 months inside the lion's den
Met Buddha yet another time and he showed me a glowing light within
But I swear that God is there every time I glare in the eyes of my best friend
Says my son it's all been done and someday your gonna wake up old and gray
So go and try to have some fun showing warmth to everyone
You meet and greet and cheat along the way
There's a gateway in our mind that leads somewhere out there beyond this plane
Where reptile aliens made of light cut you open and pull out all your pain
Tell me how you make illegal something that we all make in our brain
Some say you might go crazy but then again it might make you go sane
Every time I take a look inside inside that old and fabled book
I'm blinded and reminded of the pain caused by some old man in the sky
Marijuana, LSD, Psilocybin, and DMT
They all changed the way I see
But love's the only thing that ever saved my life
So don't waste your mind on nursery rhymes
Or fairy tales of blood and wine
It's turtles all the way down the line
So to each their own til' we go home
To other realms our souls must roam
To and through the myth that we all call space and time
Posted on 11/28/18 at 8:08 pm to The Don
When first I come to Liverpool
I went upon a spree
Me money at last I spent to fast
Got drunk as drunk could be
And when my money was all gone
That then I wanted more
But a man must be blind
To make up his mind
To go to sea once more
I spent the night with Angeline
Too drunk to roll in bed
My watch was new
My money too
In the morning with them she fled
And as I roam the streets about
The whores they all would row
Here comes Jack Rack
The young sailor lad
He must go to sea once more
As I was walking down the street
I met with rapport Brown
I asked him for to take me in
And he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was paid off
With me you job no score
But I'll take your advance
And I'll give you a chance
And I'll send you to sea once more
I hired me aboard on a whaling ship
Bound for the Arctic seas
Where the cold winds blow
Through the frost and the snow
And Jamaican rum would freeze
And the worst unbear
I had no hard weather gear
For I lost all my money ashore
Twas then I wished that I was dead
So I don't go to sea no more
Some days we're catching whales me lads and some days we're catching none
With a 20 foot oar dropped in our hands
From four o'clock in the morn
And when the shades of night come in
We rest on our weary oars
Twas then that I wish that I was dead
Or safe with the girls ashore
Come all you bold sea fairing men
And listen to my song
If you come off of them long trips
I'd have yas not go wrong
Take my advice drink no strong drink
Don't go sleeping with no whores
But get married lads have all night in
So you'll go th sea no more
I went upon a spree
Me money at last I spent to fast
Got drunk as drunk could be
And when my money was all gone
That then I wanted more
But a man must be blind
To make up his mind
To go to sea once more
I spent the night with Angeline
Too drunk to roll in bed
My watch was new
My money too
In the morning with them she fled
And as I roam the streets about
The whores they all would row
Here comes Jack Rack
The young sailor lad
He must go to sea once more
As I was walking down the street
I met with rapport Brown
I asked him for to take me in
And he looked at me with a frown
He said last time you was paid off
With me you job no score
But I'll take your advance
And I'll give you a chance
And I'll send you to sea once more
I hired me aboard on a whaling ship
Bound for the Arctic seas
Where the cold winds blow
Through the frost and the snow
And Jamaican rum would freeze
And the worst unbear
I had no hard weather gear
For I lost all my money ashore
Twas then I wished that I was dead
So I don't go to sea no more
Some days we're catching whales me lads and some days we're catching none
With a 20 foot oar dropped in our hands
From four o'clock in the morn
And when the shades of night come in
We rest on our weary oars
Twas then that I wish that I was dead
Or safe with the girls ashore
Come all you bold sea fairing men
And listen to my song
If you come off of them long trips
I'd have yas not go wrong
Take my advice drink no strong drink
Don't go sleeping with no whores
But get married lads have all night in
So you'll go th sea no more
Posted on 11/28/18 at 9:14 pm to awestruck
quote:frick that old shite
When first I come to Liverpool
I went upon a spree
Me money at last I spent to fast
Got drunk as drunk could be
And when my money was all gone
That then I wanted more
But a man must be blind
To make up his mind
To go to sea once more
try listening to something new gramps
Posted on 11/28/18 at 9:16 pm to MountainTiger
It's definitely the best song in 7/4 time.
No, that would be Money from DSOTM
No, that would be Money from DSOTM
Posted on 11/29/18 at 4:29 am to genuineLSUtiger
quote:
Is that supposed to be funny?
I’ll be the first to admit that the subtle poetry of Anal count is lost on most.
Posted on 11/29/18 at 6:57 am to Kafka
T'was a sea shanty or 'Soldiers Joy 1864':
Now first I thought a snake had got me, it happened dreadful quick
'Twas a bullet in my leg, right off I got sick
I came to in a wagonload of ten more wounded men
Five was dead by the time we reached that bloody tent
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, you know what I mean
I don't want to hurt no more my leg is turnin' green
Now the doctor came and looked at me and this is what he said
Your dancin' days are done, son, it's a good thing you ain't dead
Then he went to work with a carvin' knifed, sweat fell from his brow
'Bout killed me tryin' to save my life when he cut that lead ball out
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, ain't you got no more
Hand me down my walkin' cane I ain't cut out for war
Now the red blood run right through my veins, it run all over the floor
And it run right down his apron strings like a river out the door
He handed me a bottle said, son drink deep as you can
He turned away and he turned right back with a hacksaw in his hand
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I like
Bear down on that fiddle boys just like Saturday night
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I crave
I'll be hittin' that Soldier's Joy 'til I'm in my grave
eta: Guy Clark
Now first I thought a snake had got me, it happened dreadful quick
'Twas a bullet in my leg, right off I got sick
I came to in a wagonload of ten more wounded men
Five was dead by the time we reached that bloody tent
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, you know what I mean
I don't want to hurt no more my leg is turnin' green
Now the doctor came and looked at me and this is what he said
Your dancin' days are done, son, it's a good thing you ain't dead
Then he went to work with a carvin' knifed, sweat fell from his brow
'Bout killed me tryin' to save my life when he cut that lead ball out
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, ain't you got no more
Hand me down my walkin' cane I ain't cut out for war
Now the red blood run right through my veins, it run all over the floor
And it run right down his apron strings like a river out the door
He handed me a bottle said, son drink deep as you can
He turned away and he turned right back with a hacksaw in his hand
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I like
Bear down on that fiddle boys just like Saturday night
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I crave
I'll be hittin' that Soldier's Joy 'til I'm in my grave
eta: Guy Clark
This post was edited on 11/29/18 at 7:00 am
Posted on 11/29/18 at 9:30 am to TheTideMustRoll
quote:
After giving it not very much thought, here's my entry:
Time is definitely up there. My favorite for sure.
Posted on 11/29/18 at 10:39 am to awestruck
If we're going to start pulling out old war ballads, it's tough to get more gutwrenching than "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda".
When I was a young man, I carried a pack
And lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty Outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 the country said, "Son,
it's time to stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And with many a tear, with flagwaving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli
Well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And there, it that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he'd primed himself well
He showered us with bullets and rained us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
Nearly blew us back home to Australia
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
Those who were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death, and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And seen what it had done, well, I wished I were dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and free
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more Waltzing Matilda for me
Then they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as we pulled back into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve, and to mourn, and to pity
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
And now, every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving their dreams of past glory
I see all the old men, all tired, stiff, and sore
Forgotten old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays "Waltzing Matilda"
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, more old men disappear
Soon no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
Who'll go a-waltzing with me?
And their ghosts can be heard as they march by the billabong
Who'll go a-waltzing with me?
When I was a young man, I carried a pack
And lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty Outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 the country said, "Son,
it's time to stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And with many a tear, with flagwaving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli
Well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And there, it that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he'd primed himself well
He showered us with bullets and rained us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
Nearly blew us back home to Australia
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
Those who were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death, and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
While the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And seen what it had done, well, I wished I were dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For I'll go no more Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and free
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more Waltzing Matilda for me
Then they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as we pulled back into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve, and to mourn, and to pity
And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
And now, every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving their dreams of past glory
I see all the old men, all tired, stiff, and sore
Forgotten old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays "Waltzing Matilda"
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, more old men disappear
Soon no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda,
Who'll go a-waltzing with me?
And their ghosts can be heard as they march by the billabong
Who'll go a-waltzing with me?
Posted on 12/7/18 at 12:46 pm to Ace Midnight
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along.
Are you motherfrickers ready
For the new shite?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shite.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shite,
Stand up and admit.
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along.
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name,
Are you motherfrickers ready
For the new shite?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shite.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shite,
Stand up and admit.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along,
Are you motherfrickers ready
For the new shite?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shite.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shite,
Stand up and admit.
So, let us entertain you
So, let us entertain you
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along.
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along.
Are you motherfrickers ready
For the new shite?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shite.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shite,
Stand up and admit.
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along.
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name,
Are you motherfrickers ready
For the new shite?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shite.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shite,
Stand up and admit.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
And now it's "you know who"
I got the "you know what"
I stick it "you know where"
You know why, you don't care.
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along,
Are you motherfrickers ready
For the new shite?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shite.
Stand up and admit.
Do we get it? No.
Do we want it? Yeah.
This is the new shite,
Stand up and admit.
So, let us entertain you
So, let us entertain you
Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in:
Everybody sing along.
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