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[Ilunga]

This song was written in the George Bush Jr era but it seems more pertinent now

 

It's OK allow yourself a little hate

Hatred is not so bad when directed at injustice 

You can turn the other cheek

Just don't turn the other way

 

Enemy of the planet we finally have a common aim

A reason to forget about our differences 

And stand as a united front 

 

It's up to us we must expose 

Humiliate American errorists 

We'll start with one 

The war has just begun

 

Mike Burkett

[Curmudgeon]

In my humble opinion, the best anti war song ever written:

 

AND THE BAND PLAYED
WALTZING MATILDA

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause 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 we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

 

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

 

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

 

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody 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 turned all their faces away

 

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from 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 answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

 

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

[D-Money]

IMO, nothing holds a candle to Tom Waits. His words paint portraits of another world, far from mine...filled with shady characters I've never met, and yet somehow now know...

 

 

Well, they surrounded the house, they smoked him out, took him off in chains

The sky rained black and blues and we had months of heavy rains

Now, the ravens nest in the rotted roof of Chenoweth's old place

And no one's asking Cal about that scar upon his face

'Cause there's nothin' strange about an axe with bloodstains in barn,
There's always some killin' you got to do around the farm

 - Murder In The Red Barn

 

 

Behind a smoke colored curtain, 
The girl disappeared
They found out that the ring was a fake

A tree born crooked,
Will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer into the lake

 

A long lost letter and an old leaky boat
Promises are never meant to keep

And I want to know the same thing
I want to know
How's it going to end?

 

The barn leaned over, 
The vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky

The sun sank down,
Behind the tree on the hill
There's a killer and he's coming through the rye

 

But maybe he's the father of that lost little girl
It's hard to tell in this light

And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How's it going to end?

 

Drag your wagon and your plow, 
Over the bones of the dead
Out among the roses and the weeds

You can never go back,
And the answer is 'no'
And wishing for it only makes it bleed

 - How's It Gonna End

[riffraff]

7 hours ago, D-Money said:

IMO, nothing holds a candle to Tom Waits. His words paint portraits of another world, far from mine...filled with shady characters I've never met, and yet somehow now know...

 

 

Well, they surrounded the house, they smoked him out, took him off in chains

The sky rained black and blues and we had months of heavy rains

Now, the ravens nest in the rotted roof of Chenoweth's old place

And no one's asking Cal about that scar upon his face

'Cause there's nothin' strange about an axe with bloodstains in barn,
There's always some killin' you got to do around the farm

 - Murder In The Red Barn

 

 

Behind a smoke colored curtain, 
The girl disappeared
They found out that the ring was a fake

A tree born crooked,
Will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer into the lake

 

A long lost letter and an old leaky boat
Promises are never meant to keep

And I want to know the same thing
I want to know
How's it going to end?

 

The barn leaned over, 
The vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky

The sun sank down,
Behind the tree on the hill
There's a killer and he's coming through the rye

 

But maybe he's the father of that lost little girl
It's hard to tell in this light

And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How's it going to end?

 

Drag your wagon and your plow, 
Over the bones of the dead
Out among the roses and the weeds

You can never go back,
And the answer is 'no'
And wishing for it only makes it bleed

 - How's It Gonna End

I dunno man

 

i heard buddy holly by weezer this morning.  Now all I can think about is the Fonz.

[Ilunga]

On 13/11/2018 at 1:28 PM, Curmudgeon said:

In my humble opinion, the best anti war song ever written:

 

AND THE BAND PLAYED
WALTZING MATILDA

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause 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 we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

 

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

 

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

 

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody 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 turned all their faces away

 

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from 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 answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

 

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?

It's a beauty isn't mate.

Here is another one from a group called Redgum about the Vietnam conflict.

The song is called 

I was only 19 

 

 

 

 

Mum and Dad and Danny saw the passing out parade at puckapunyal

It was a long March from cadets 

The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me that drew the card 

We did Conungra and Shoalwater before we left

And Townsville lined the footpath as we marched down to the quay 

This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean 

And there's me in me slouch hat and me SLR and greens 

God help me 

I was only 19 

 

From Vung Tau riding chinooks to the dust of Nui Dat

I'd been in and out of choppers now for months 

And we'd made our tents a home V.B. and pinups on the lockers

And an agent Orange sunset through the scrub

And can you tell me doctor why I still can't go to sleep 

And night times just a jungle and a barking M16

And what's this rash that comes and goes 

Can you tell me what it means

God help me 

I was only 19

 

A four week operation when each step could mean your last one on 2 legs 

It was a war within yourself

But you wouldn't let your mates down til they had you dusted off

So you closed your eyes and thought about somethin else

 

Then someone yelled out contact and the bloke behind me swore 

We hooked in there for hours then a God almighty roar

And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon

God help me 

He was going home in June

 

And I can still see Frankie drinking tinnies in the Grand hotel 

On a 36 hour rec. leave in Vung Tau

And I can still hear Frankie,lying screaming in the jungle 

Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row

 

And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears

And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real

I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel  

God help me 

I was only 19

 

And can you tell me,doctor,why I still can't go to sleep

And why the channel 7 chopper chills me to my feet ?

And what's this rash that comes and goes 

Can you tell me what it means

God help me 

I was only 19 

Edited November 20, 2018 by Ilunga

[Curmudgeon]

38 minutes ago, Ilunga said:

It's a beauty isn't mate.

Here is another one from a group called Redgum about the Vietnam conflict.

The song is called 

I was only 19 

 

 

 

 

Mum and Dad and Danny saw the passing out parade at puckapunyal

It was a long March from cadets 

The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me that drew the card 

We did Conungra and Shoalwater before we left

And Townsville lined the footpath as we marched down to the quay 

This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean 

And there's me in me slouch hat and me SLR and greens 

God help me 

I was only 19 

 

From Vung Tau riding chinooks to the dust of Nui Dat

I'd been in and out of choppers now for months 

And we'd made our tents a home V.B. and pinups on the lockers

And an agent Orange sunset through the scrub

And can you tell me doctor why I still can't go to sleep 

And night times just a jungle and a barking M16

And what's this rash that comes and goes 

Can you tell me what it means

God help me 

I was only 19

 

A four week operation when each step could mean your last one on 2 legs 

It was a war within yourself

But you wouldn't let your mates down til they had you dusted off

So you closed your eyes and thought about somethin else

 

Then someone yelled out contact and the bloke behind me swore 

We hooked in there for hours then a God almighty roar

And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon

God help me 

He was going home in June

 

And I can still see Frankie drinking tinnies in the Grand hotel 

On a 36 hour rec. leave in Vung Tau

And I can still hear Frankie,lying screaming in the jungle 

Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row

 

And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears

And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real

I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel  

God help me 

I was only 19

 

And can you tell me,doctor,why I still can't go to sleep

And why the channel 7 chopper chills me to my feet ?

And what's this rash that comes and goes 

Can you tell me what it means

God help me 

I was only 19 

Outstanding, brother. Our Aussie cousins are brilliant when writing about the horrors of war.

[PhillipBlunt]

On ‎11‎/‎12‎/‎2018 at 11:35 PM, D-Money said:

IMO, nothing holds a candle to Tom Waits. His words paint portraits of another world, far from mine...filled with shady characters I've never met, and yet somehow now know...

 

 

Well, they surrounded the house, they smoked him out, took him off in chains

The sky rained black and blues and we had months of heavy rains

Now, the ravens nest in the rotted roof of Chenoweth's old place

And no one's asking Cal about that scar upon his face

'Cause there's nothin' strange about an axe with bloodstains in barn,
There's always some killin' you got to do around the farm

 - Murder In The Red Barn

 

 

Behind a smoke colored curtain, 
The girl disappeared
They found out that the ring was a fake

A tree born crooked,
Will never grow straight
She sunk like a hammer into the lake

 

A long lost letter and an old leaky boat
Promises are never meant to keep

And I want to know the same thing
I want to know
How's it going to end?

 

The barn leaned over, 
The vultures dried their wings
The moon climbed up an empty sky

The sun sank down,
Behind the tree on the hill
There's a killer and he's coming through the rye

 

But maybe he's the father of that lost little girl
It's hard to tell in this light

And I want to know the same thing
Everyone wants to know
How's it going to end?

 

Drag your wagon and your plow, 
Over the bones of the dead
Out among the roses and the weeds

You can never go back,
And the answer is 'no'
And wishing for it only makes it bleed

 - How's It Gonna End

Bone Machine is a masterpiece.

[Tre Mac]

I'll just do some snippets

 

 

Sometimes I fell like I can't even sing

I am very scared for this world I am very scared for me

You are Everything - REM

 

If you play by the hour it's where you begin not where you will end

Dirty Road - Travis Meeks/Days of the New

 

 

Get up and open your eyes

Don't let yourself ever fall down

Get through and learn how to fly

I know you'll find a way

Dirty Road - Travis Meeks/Days of the New

 

When I was young I was so full of fear 

But I hid behind anger and a bag of tears

It was me against the world, I'd sure I would win

But the world fought back, punishments for my sins

I Was Wrong - Social Distortion

 

You call her a whore
She's just the same as you
Though she could never be that shallow
But you just take what you can get
And you throw the rest away
Another notch in your belt
Another score another lay

A Credit to his Gender - Good Riddance

 

 

 

 

[PhillipBlunt]

I was slipping through the cracks of stolen jewel
I was tightrope walking in two ton shoes
And now somebody's talking of third world war
I've been caught in a mind riot
And the police said, "This is normal control"
I've been caught in a mind riot

Candle's burning yesterday
Like somebody's best friend died
I've been caught in a mind riot
Mind riot

I was crying from my eye teeth and bleeding from my soul
And I sharpened my wits on a dead man's skull
I built an elevator from his bones
I've been caught in a mind riot
And I climb to the top floor to stamp out the coals
I've been caught in a mind riot

Candle's burning yesterday
Like somebody's best friend died
I've been caught in a mind riot

I'm tied within

Candle's burning yesterday
Like somebody's best friend died
I've been caught in a mind riot

I'm tied within
I'm luck's last match struck
In the pouring down wind, pouring down wind

Mind riot
Mind riot
Mind riot
Mind riot

[Ilunga]

4 hours ago, Curmudgeon said:

Outstanding, brother. Our Aussie cousins are brilliant when writing about the horrors of war.

I am one of your Aussie cousins brother.

It's songs like that one and the one you posted that make me proud of the society I live.

While I revile the politicians that sent our young men over to Vietnam to kill their young men,I respect the men who stood by their mates in combat.

Most of the soldiers this country sent to Vietnam were conscripts.

As another favourite band of mine, TISM, stated about conscription," hands up who wants to die".

[Ilunga]

3 hours ago, Tre Mac said:

I'll just do some snippets

 

 

Sometimes I fell like I can't even sing

I am very scared for this world I am very scared for me

You are Everything - REM

 

If you play by the hour it's where you begin not where you will end

Dirty Road - Travis Meeks/Days of the New

 

 

Get up and open your eyes

Don't let yourself ever fall down

Get through and learn how to fly

I know you'll find a way

Dirty Road - Travis Meeks/Days of the New

 

When I was young I was so full of fear 

But I hid behind anger and a bag of tears

It was me against the world, I'd sure I would win

But the world fought back, punishments for my sins

I Was Wrong - Social Distortion

 

You call her a whore
She's just the same as you
Though she could never be that shallow
But you just take what you can get
And you throw the rest away
Another notch in your belt
Another score another lay

A Credit to his Gender - Good Riddance

 

 

 

 

All good songs however the good riddance song is the pick of the bunch.

The album that is off ,Operation Phoenix is so good.

From the opening speech by 

Martin Luther King to Mario Savios speech in front of Sproul Hall in response to the national guard firing into an unarmed crowd of students at Kent state,  Noam Chomsky speech about blood dripping from the hands of Americans due to their foreign policies,one helluva album.

Edited November 21, 2018 by Ilunga

[Curmudgeon]

23 hours ago, Ilunga said:

While I revile the politicians that sent our young men over to Vietnam to kill their young men,I respect the men who stood by their mates in combat.

Best sentiment I have heard is:Love the soldier, hate the WAR

Edited November 22, 2018 by Curmudgeon
iPad was pitching a fit

[Gurn]

Like a bird, on a wire

Like a drunk, in a midnight choir

I have tried, in my way, to be free

L. Cohen

[-DLC-]

"I've fallen for the black outside my window"  -Alt j

[Ghostsof1915]

Telegraph Road, Dire Straits.

 

A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a pack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
Made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came riding down the track
And they never went further, no, they never went back
Then came the churches then came the schools
Then came the lawyers then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road
Then came the mines - then came the ore
Then there was the hard times then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river. ..
And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
There's six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow. ..
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road
You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
But believe in me baby and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
Cause I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't want to see it again. ..
From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed
All the way down the telegraph road....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[-DLC-]

Love Dire Straits.  Brothers In Arms is one of my favourites.  Romeo and Juliet.   Wild West End. On Every Street.....

[Ghostsof1915]

I have a special appreciation for Love Over Gold. 

British Humour - Industrial Disease.

Film (Music Noir?) - Private Investigations

Pure epic guitar solo- Telegraph Road

 

[-DLC-]

6 minutes ago, Ghostsof1915 said:

I have a special appreciation for Love Over Gold. 

British Humour - Industrial Disease.

Film (Music Noir?) - Private Investigations

Pure epic guitar solo- Telegraph Road

 

Oh, nicely done.

[RUPERTKBD]

10 hours ago, debluvscanucks said:

Love Dire Straits.  Brothers In Arms is one of my favourites.  Romeo and Juliet.   Wild West End. On Every Street.....

Different album, but I always thought Skateaway was a really underrated song....

[PhillipBlunt]

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face
Stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been

Secret elders of the gentle race
This world is seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear

Ooh, oh baby I been flying
Lord yeah mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, ooh yes, I've been flying
Mama ma, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

Oh all I see turns to brown as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I been

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place
Yellow desert screen

My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon
I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June
When movin' through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds
Fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
'Long the straits of fear