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i am thinking of a song.....
'war!!!!!!!!! what is it good for? absolutely nothing sing it again....war! what is it good for?........':rolleyes:
that is a very old song that so fits today |
"good God"
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AMEN!
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Another Classic...
Ooooh, Ooooh! I have one! "Eve of Destruction" by Barry McGuire (he of the hyena-like singing voice)...
My blood's so mad, feels like coagulating (I'm kidding, I don't really know what that line is. Isn't that what it sounds like though???) |
It's the end of the world as we know it :(
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but i feel fine |
TURN, TURN, TURN
Chorus: To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep. A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together. A time of war, a time of peace A time of love, a time of hate A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing. A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time of love, a time of hate A time of peace. . .I swear it's not too late. Words from the book of Ecclesiastes Music and additional words by Pete Seeger (1954) |
I'm feeling quite musical today! :)
Here's one of my favorites; it's called "The Navy Hymn" Eternal Father, strong to save, Whose arm hath bound the restless wave, Who biddest the mighty ocean deep Its own appointed limits keep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea! O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard And hushed their raging at Thy Word, Who walked on the foaming deep, And calm amidst its rage didst sleep; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea! Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood Upon the chaos dark and rude, And bid its angry tumult cease, And give, for wild confusion, peace; Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee, For those in peril on the sea! O Trinity of love and power! Our family shield in danger’s hour; From rock and tempest, fire and foe, Protect us wheresoever we go; Thus evermore shall rise to Thee Glad hymns of praise from land and sea |
Johnnie, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun,
Take it on the run, on the run, on the run, Hear them calling you and me, ev'ry son of liberty Hurry right away, no delay, go today Make your Daddy glad to have had such a lad, Tell your sweetheart not to pine, to be proud her boy's in line Over there, over there! Send the word, send the word, over there! That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, The drums rum-tumming ev'rywhere! So prepare, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to beware! We'll be over, we're coming over, And we won't come back 'til it's over Over There! Johnnie, get your gun, get your gun, get your gun, Johnnie show the Hun you're a son of a gun! Hoist the flag and let her fly,_ Yankee Doodle do or die Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit Yankees to the ranks from the towns and the tanks Make your mother proud of you and the old Red White and Blue Over there, over there,_ Send the word, send the word, over there! That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming, The drums rum-tumming ev'ry where So prepare, say a prayer, send the word, send the word to beware We'll be over, we're coming over, And we won't come back 'til it's over Over There! Lyrics and Music by George M. Cohan (1917) |
Keep the Home Fires Burning
They were summoned from the hillside, They were called in from the glen, And the Country found them ready At the stirring call for men. Let no tears add to their hardship; As the Soldiers pass along And although your heart is breaking, Make it sing this cheery song. Keep the Home fires burning, While your hearts are yearning, Though your lads are far away They dream of Home; There's a silver lining Through the dark cloud shining, Turn the dark cloud inside out, Till the boys come Home. O-ver seas there came a plead-ing "Help a Nation in distress," And we gave our glorious laddies; Honor made us do no less. For no gallant Son of Freedom To a tyrant's yoke should bend, And a noble heart must answer To the sacred call of "Friend." Keep the Home fires burning, While your hearts are yearning, Though your lads are far away They dream of Home; There's a silver lining Through the dark cloud shining, Turn the dark cloud inside out, Till the boys come Home. Now that the fighting has begun, may God have mercy and compassion for *all* of us, and please bring our men and women home safely. |
Thanks, Smiley21! I like this thread. It could be a topic for a thesis: "Seeing both sides through Music"...or something like that :)
Cream, thank you for including the lyrics to "Over There". I remember my grandmother telling me how that song was played on the radio a lot during the First World War and the words are even engraved on one side of the WWI memorial in my little hometown. A nice slice of Americana! |
So Long, Mom (A Song for World War III)
by: Tom Lehrer So long, Mom, I'm off to drop the bomb, So don't wait up for me. But while you swelter Down there in your shelter, You can see me On your TV. While we're attacking frontally, Watch Brinkally and Huntally, Describing contrapuntally The cities we have lost. No need for you to miss a minute Of the agonizing holocaust. (Yeah!) Little Johnny Jones he was a U.S. pilot, And no shrinking vi'let was he. He was mighty proud when World War Three was declared, He wasn't scared, No siree! And this is what he said on His way to Armageddon: So long, Mom, I'm off to drop the bomb, So don't wait up for me. But though I may roam, I'll come back to my home, Although it may be A pile of debris. Remember, Mommy, I'm off to get a commie, So send me a salami, And try to smile somehow. I'll look for you when the war is over, An hour and a half from now! |
for ther men and women serving our country in the military especially fellow greeks and the Special Forces.
Fighting soldiers from the sky fearless men who jump and die men who mean just what they say the brave men of the Green Beret Silver wings upon their chest these are men Americas best one hundred men will test today but only three win the Green Beret trained to live off natures land trained in combat hand to hand men who fight by night and day courage take from the Green Beret (Choris) Silver wings upon their chest these are men Americas best one hundred men will test today but only three win the Green Beret back at home a young wife waits her Green Beret has met his fate he has died for those oppressed leaving her this last request put sliver wings on my sons chest make him one of Americas best he'll be a man they'll test one day have him win the Green Beret lyrics by: SSgt Barry Sadler |
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"War, the only way to peace? I don't fall for that"-Dave Matthews Band, "The Last Stop"
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