Two Little Boys - Rolf Harris "Do you think I would leave you dying" still sends a shiver up my spine
"Doesn't Anybody Know My Name?" - Rod McKuen I’ve been away for so long Fought a war that’s come and gone Doesn’t anybody know my name? My sister upped and wed Mom was sick and took to bed And my old dog Red’s gone lame. Please tell me if you can What time the trains roll in? (Two-ten, six-eighteen) ten-forty-four. This old house is falling down There ain’t no need in me for hanging round Doesn’t anybody know my name? The girl I left behind She’s gone with this friend of mine I don’t have to see a sign To know things ain’t the same. Please tell me if you can What time the trains roll in? (Two-ten, six-eighteen) ten-forty-four. You can’t get far away On just a soldier’s pay Doesn’t anybody know my name? Used to be when I could see Everybody wanted me Guess nobody cares to see A blind man catch a train. Please tell me if you can What time the trains roll in? (Two-ten, six-eighteen) ten-forty-four. ‘Cause you been so nice to me.
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride, Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside? And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun, I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done. And I see by your gravestone you were only 19 When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916, Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene? Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly? Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down? Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus? Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest? And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined? And, though you died back in 1916, To that loyal heart are you forever 19? Or are you a stranger without even a name, Forever enshrined behind some glass pane, In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained, And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame? The sun's shining down on these green fields of France; The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance. The trenches have vanished long under the plow; No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now. But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land The countless white crosses in mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man. And a whole generation who were butchered and damned. And I can't help but wonder, no Willie McBride, Do all those who lie here know why they died? Did you really believe them when they told you "The Cause?" Did you really believe that this war would end wars? Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain, For Willie McBride, it all happened again, And again, and again, and again, and again.
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band - Suppose They Give A War (And No One Comes) I have seen war.</p> I have seen war on land and sea.</p> I have seen blood running from the wounded.</p> I have seen men coughing out their gassed lungs.</p> I have seen the dead in the mud.</p> I have seen cities destroyed.</p> I have seen two hundred limping, exhausted men come out of line - the survivors of a regiment of one thousand that went forward forty-eight hours before.</p> I have seen children starving. </p> I have seen the agony of mothers and wives.</p> I hate war.</p>
Frank Zappa - Drafted Again Registered mail...special delivery OH NO You're gonna hafta sign fer this, buddy OH NO I know you're in there, ya little sumbitch OH NO Goddam little communist... *(weep, weep, weep)* I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted PHOOEY! I don't wanna get drafted I don't wanna go I don't wanna get drafted NO-OH-WOH-OH-WOH... Roller skates 'n disco It's a lot of fun I'm too young 'n stupid To operate a gun *LaCelia Jackson! Come on down!* I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED *Nancy Butterworth! Come on down!* *You're the next contestants on* *SOOOOO WHAT!* I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED *And, but, also...* I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED *A new car!* I DON'T WANNA GET DRAFTED *But that's not all...* My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted She don't wanna go My sister don't wanna get drafted My-y-y sister don't wanna get drafted She don't wanna go My sister don't wanna get drafted Wars are really ugly They're dirty and they're cold I don't want nobody To shoot me in the fox hole...fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole Aiieeeeeeeee...shot in the fox hole *"Leave my nose alone, please..."*
There was one banned in the 70s about a soldier in NI... lost my copy when my kit bag got nicked. words would have torn yer heart out.
RE: Zappa lyrics in your signature? Evelyn, a modified dog Viewed the quivering fringe of a special doily Draped across the piano, with some surprise </p> In the darkened room Where the chairs dismayed And the horrible curtains Muffled the rain She could hardly believe her eyes </p> A curious breeze A garlic breath Which sounded like a snore Somewhere near the Steinway (or even from within) Had caused the doily fringe to waft & tremble in the gloom </p> Evelyn, a dog, having undergone Further modification Pondered the significance of short-person behavior In pedal-depressed panchromatic resonance And other highly ambient domains . . . </p> Arf she said </p> from One size fits all.(y)</p>
RE: Zappa lyrics in your signature? So.......... Thats a yes then! Wish I'd liked his music a bit more than I did when I saw him in 1978, I'd have appreciated it more.
RE: Zappa lyrics in your signature? Where did you see him mate?</p> I never got a chance to, so I have to settle for Jimmy Carl Black and the wizards of twiddly doing covers of his music as "The Muffin men". http://www.muffinmen.co.uk/index.html quite good though.</p>
you're old enough to kill.. but not for voting.. and ehats that there gun your toting etc. Eve of Destruction
or Billy Don't Be a Hero - Paper Lace As Billy started to go she said, Keep your pretty head low. BRILLIANT!