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I must admit I find catchy songs with no lyrical depth incredibly frustrating and quick to become boring. What I do love is good storytelling lyrical content that makes you think, laugh, smile, cry, reminisce etc. and a personal favorite that seems apt in the current climate is this
The Daily Mail says "the enemy's among us Taking our women and taking our jobs" All reasonable thought is being drowned out By the non-stop baying, baying, baying for blood
Bloc Party: Hunting for Witches.
Any other favourite lyrics that stick out to anyone?
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 09:36 - Mar 6 with 6031 views
Take your pick from most of Quicksand by Bowie. In particular:
I'm not a prophet or a stone age man Just a mortal with potential of a superman I'm living on I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien Can't take my eyes from the great salvation Of bullsh*t faith
If you want a song that tells a story elegantly, try Naked Man by Randy Newman, or Unfaithful Servant by The Band.
Naked Man is about a mugger in Chicago, naked on the coldest night of the year ('It was fourteen below, and the wind started to below...'). He explains part way through the song 'They found out about my sister, kicked me out of the navy, they would have strung me up if they could. I tried to explain we were both of us lazy, and doing the best we could'.
You don't get too many songs about incest.
Unfaithful Servant is a lovely, mysterious song, beautifully sung by the matchless Rick Danko, about a servant who is leaving his employment (possibly in the antebellum southern states. He's possibly had an affair with the lady of the house ('What did you do to the lady, now she's gonna have to send you away?')
First you look so strong Then you fade away The sun will blind my eyes I love you anyway First you fight your smile I loved you for a while You are a vapour trail In a deep blue sky
Ride: Vapour Trail (Also Trespassers William cover is incredibly beautiful)
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 09:55 - Mar 6 with 5987 views
Up in the Junction Squeeze I never thought it would happen With me and the girl from Clapham Out on the windy common That night I ain't forgotten When she dealt out the rations With some or other passions I said "you are a lady" "Perhaps" she said. "I may be" We moved in to a basement With thoughts of our engagement We stayed in by the telly Although the room was smelly We spent our time just kissing The Railway Arms we're missing But love had got us hooked up And all our time it took up I got a job with Stanley He said I'd come in handy And started me on Monday So I had a bath on Sunday I worked eleven hours And bought the girl some flowers She said she'd seen a doctor And nothing now could stop her I worked all through the winter The weather brass and bitter I put away a tenner Each week to make her better And when the time was ready We had to sell the telly Late evenings by the fire With little kicks inside her This morning at four fifty I took her rather nifty Down to an incubator Where thirty minutes later She gave birth to a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier She left me when my drinking Became a proper stinging The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie No more nights by the telly No more nights nappies smelling Alone here in the kitchen I feel there's something missing I'd beg for some forgiveness But begging's not my business And she won't write a letter Although I always tell her And so it's my assumption I'm really up the junction
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 09:57 - Mar 6 with 5982 views
There once was a man from the old stone age And he used to follow the weather But now he's got hung up on filling a page Upon whether to go or together And he's been around for so damn long With his whooping and wailing Crushing questions between right and wrong And impaling The best he can hope and the worst he can fear On the solstices of an illusion A massive erection of pushy defence Up the whole of the prosecution Great solace the wound, great relish the pain To be loosing the reins of a poem To bleed from the tip of my tongue yet again That part of my heart that is showing These children conceived in the womb of this crash To be the sponsors of nothing much more Than rearguard directions of crossfingered sections Of purpose pot - looking for nothing But what is this last desperate vestige of heart over head But another conjecture No more the tomb of the martyred dead Than the ghost of our parting gesture And a hundred billion crystal balls Represent a remarkable failure To swell the song each moment long At the counterpoint of nature As four thumbs flick the tarot deck And two tongues fork eight aces Maybe sixteen fingers feel The fool lives in two places Where rosy lee can read this tea And leave me living the story A white dove with a hawks' head And an open mind before me To sail for a land where life is a high Not a word to be heard or be spoken But the soul - woven web of the endless touch Of a child who could never be broken Who plays a new world on the brink of the ebb As the fish cats prowl in the harbour And now soars high on the beckoning tides' long arm To weigh his last anchor And the sou'westers sing as the lifeboat bells ring In the heads on the faces of changes The heavens collage on excaliber's edge The star in his movie converges With fate, in his task, and doom on his brow And a ship in his eye in a bottle Who speeds, to force, to want, to have To find, to further fortune Who comes from the north, west, south and east Of the passions of a spirit With all the flight of the wildest beast To ever spurr a stirrup Whose pulse is the master of action Whose heart is an everlasting secret Whose arms are desire Whose lips are welcome Whose eyes tell stories Whose head is a journey Whose hands unfold Whose feet fly Whose face is the stained glass window of a continuous orgasm Whose being is mine Whose wounds are precious Whose poem is a flower Whose gentleness is the devil Whose indentity is naked Whose magic is a gift Whose power is the transparent tapestry of history Whose stamp is a freak Whose wits are battles Whose cousin is dog Whose times are well fought for Whose stoneage is clever Whose poets know Whose music is barbarian Whose artists are helpless spherical mirrors spinning on the horns of a tidal wave Whose information is belief Whose complexes become religion Whose foundation is spread Whose word is god Whose books are projectiles Whose message is must Whose excuse is holy Who passed it down to me; Whose enemies are landmarks Whose fear is himself Whose hope is lust Whose wish is fresh Whose position is wary Whose mottoes are covers Whose name is hidden Whose nose is suspicious Whose technology is a tangent Whose strategy is dissent Whose thoughts are games Who shares his lot Whose ace is death Whose fingers invent Whose tales weave Whose knots are tied Whose mouth is open Whose ears pierce Whose direction is out Who is aware of disease Who feels the need to cleanse his soul Whose style is disguise Whose dream is innate Whose woman is soothing Whose little children are the delicate blossom of an orchard of electricity Whose spell is for conflict Whose quest is strength Whose war declared Whose suicide is noticed Whose shadow is cast Whose vibes you feel Whose pedigrees are haunted Whose age is unknown Who takes under his wing Whose freaks are real Whose reality is hunger Whose words are jagged Whose tears are shed Whose sick hang Whose weak are kicked Whose cities are bad shelters Whose sanctuary is an idea Who sat round a fire Whose teeth chew Whose faith is change Whose old age comes quickly Whose youth burns Whose systems are white sticks tapping walls Whose prize possession is the planet; Whose wildest lust is escalation Whose cul-de-sacs are feelers Whose main route is massive Whose run is a dance Whose vehicle is fantasy Whose home is high Whose role continues Whose bearing is savage Whose saints are dead Whose sons bark Whose daughters play Whose strength is against Who grows in the sun and sleeps in the moon Who roams deserts, plateaux, mountains, forests and plains with vast armies Who am I The spirit of those who were not here And never knew it Who left this prayer to elope A lover's journey through it So children leave your windows open Across the sea Join our hands across the many land You and me Never grown old Seeing without ever being told Something to say Shut away Blackboard so grey Anyway I'm dreaming Out along the back row Out the window Cast away Be free with me Today Great heart mean streak Spare part speed freak I set myself a problem when I built myself a wheel I got myself another when I rode a horse to feel The plains underneath my reins As fast as running water And the big lady I'm playing with Has played a game of poker With me and cat and this and that Until she scored my joker Now we ride in chariots By the side of one another Her soft side My rough ride Nothing to fear The unknown soldier's grave is already here Is it too late To create A world made with care Is it there Or fleeting Here today and gone Tomorrow's child Looking so wild and free Are we a choice With no voice Can it be Great heart, mean streak Spare part speed freak
'The Lord's Prayer' by Roy Harper (entire second side of 'Lifemask')
Pistols shots ring out in the bar room night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
Three bodies lying there does Patty see And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously "I didn't do it", he says and he throws up his hands, "I was only robbing the register. I hope you understand.
"I saw them leaving," he says and he stops, "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene With their red lights flashing In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda sh*t was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that In Patterson that's just the way things go If you're black you might as well not show up on the street 'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around He said, "I saw two men running out. They looked like middleweights. They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead." So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye Says, "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Here's the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been the champion of the world.
Four months later the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America fighting for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that you happened in a bar? Remember you said you saw the getaway car? You think you'd like to play ball with the law? Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw running that night? Don't forget that you are white".
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure." The cop said, "A boy like you could use a break. We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello. Now you don't wanna have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doing society a favor. That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver. We want to put his ass in stir. We want to pin this triple murder on him. He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much "It's my work," he'd say, "and I do it for pay. And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise. Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice. And ride a horse along a trail." But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus. He never had a chance The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy ni**er No one doubted that he pulled the trigger And though they could not produce the gun The DA said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried The crime was murder 'one'. Guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers–they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed To live in a land Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell
Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane But it won't be over 'til they clear his name And give him back the time he's done Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 10:32 - Mar 6 with 5939 views
We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground And how we found The same old fears Wish you were here
I was twenty one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long People ask when will you grow up to be a man But all the girls I loved at school Are already pushing prams I loved you then as I love you still Tho I put you on a pedestal, They put you on the pill I don't feel bad about letting you go I just feel sad about letting you know I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl I loved the words you wrote to me But that was bloody yesterday I can't survive on what you send Every time you need a friend I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites Is it wrong to wish on space hardware I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl
This is a beautiful Tom Waits song sung by the beautifully-gifted and beautiful Heidi Talbot. She's well worth an afternoon listen on YouTube
Well the smart money's on Harlow And the moon is in the street The shadow boys are breaking all the laws And you're east of East St. Louis And the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon His invisible fiance is in the mirror The band is going home It's raining hammers, it's raining nails Yes, it's true, there's nothin' left for him down here
And it's Time Time Time And it's Time Time Time And it's Time Time Time That you love And it's Time Time Time
And they all pretend they're Orphans And their memory's like a train You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream
Well she said she'd stick around Until the bandages came off But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit And Matilda asks the sailors are those dreams Or are those prayers?' So just close your eyes, son And this won't hurt a bit
And it's Time Time Time And it's Time Time Time And it's Time Time Time That you love And it's Time Time Time
Well, things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl The boys just dive right off the cars And splash into the street And when she's on a roll she pulls a razor From her boot and a thousand Pigeons fall around her feet So put a candle in the window And a kiss upon his lips Till the dish outside the window fills with rain Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart And pay the fiddler off till I come back again
Oh, it's time, time, time And it's time, time, time
"......Paul Mariner......John Wark...... Brian Tablet...errrrrrr Talbot"
"The smell of p*ss is so strong It smells like decent bacon Kevin's getting footloose on the overspill Under the p*ss-station Two pints destroyer on the cobbled floors No amount of whatever is gonna chirp the chip up It's "The Final Countdown," by fu*kin' Journey I woke up with sh*t in my sock outside the Polish off-licence "They don't mind" said the a*sehole to the legs You got to be cruel to be kind, sh*t bank Save it up like Norbert Colon Release the stench of sh*t grub like a giant toilet kraken The lonely life that is touring I got an armful of decent tunes, mate But it's all so fu*kin' boring"
Favourite Song Lyrics? on 09:42 - Mar 6 by uefacup81
Take your pick from most of Quicksand by Bowie. In particular:
I'm not a prophet or a stone age man Just a mortal with potential of a superman I'm living on I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien Can't take my eyes from the great salvation Of bullsh*t faith
Bowies lyrics were on another level. I used to sing this to the kids when they were very young.
And if you ever have to go to school Remember how they messed up this old fool Don't pick fights with the bullies or the cads Because I'm not much cop at punching other people's Dads And if the homework brings you down Then we'll throw it on the fire And take the car downtown
Most Squeeze and Tom Robinson are right up there as well.
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
Tried to get your attention all night long Asked you once, I asked you twice, asked you four times If you'd like to dance to that song Front crawled the crowd down the stairs And I followed you out in the rain, nowhere to be found Never mind, you'll probably never look that pretty again
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 11:00 - Mar 6 with 5853 views
Pretty much anything by Mark E Smith but English Scheme is a favourite Fall song:
O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene Come see, come hear, the English Scheme. The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags. The clever ones tend to emigrate Like your psychotic big brother, who left home For jobs in Holland, Munich, Rome He's thick but he struck it rich, switch The commune crap, camp bop, middle-class, flip-flop Guess that's why they end up in bands He's the green piece in us all He's the creep-creep in us all Condescends to black men Very nice to them They talk of Chile while driving through Haslingden You got sixty hour weeks, and stone stone toilet back-gardens Peter Cook's jokes, bad dope, check shirts, lousy groups Point their fingers at America Down pokey quaint streets in Cambridge Cycles our distant spastic heritage Its a gay red, roundhead, army career, grim head If we was smart we'd emigrate
footers QC - Prosecution Barrister, Hasketon Law Chambers
Favourite Song Lyrics? on 10:39 - Mar 6 by BrixtonBlue
I was twenty one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long People ask when will you grow up to be a man But all the girls I loved at school Are already pushing prams I loved you then as I love you still Tho I put you on a pedestal, They put you on the pill I don't feel bad about letting you go I just feel sad about letting you know I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl I loved the words you wrote to me But that was bloody yesterday I can't survive on what you send Every time you need a friend I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites Is it wrong to wish on space hardware I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl
Billy Bragg's tribute to his Dad 'Tank Park Salute' is wonderful ... Very Moving ... Saw him do it live and could have heard a pin drop!
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers Leave the light on at the top of the stairs Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky A tree taps on the window pane That feeling smothers me again Daddy is it true that we all have to die
At the top of the stairs Is darkness
I closed my eyes and when I looked Your name was in the memorial book And what had become of all the things we planned I accepted the commiserations Of all your friends and your relations But there's some things I still don't understand
You were so tall How could you fall?
Some photographs of a summer's day A little boy's lifetime away Is all I've left of everything we've done Like a pale moon in a sunny sky Death gazes down as I pass by To remind me that I'm but my father's son
I offer up to you This tribute I offer up to you This tank park salute
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 12:06 - Mar 6 with 5742 views
Favourite Song Lyrics? on 10:04 - Mar 6 by Meadowlark
Pistols shots ring out in the bar room night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall She sees the bartender in a pool of blood Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
Three bodies lying there does Patty see And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously "I didn't do it", he says and he throws up his hands, "I was only robbing the register. I hope you understand.
"I saw them leaving," he says and he stops, "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene With their red lights flashing In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda sh*t was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that In Patterson that's just the way things go If you're black you might as well not show up on the street 'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around He said, "I saw two men running out. They looked like middleweights. They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead." So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye Says, "Why'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Here's the story of the Hurricane The man the authorities came to blame For something that he never done Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been the champion of the world.
Four months later the ghettos are in flame Rubin's in South America fighting for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that you happened in a bar? Remember you said you saw the getaway car? You think you'd like to play ball with the law? Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw running that night? Don't forget that you are white".
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure." The cop said, "A boy like you could use a break. We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello. Now you don't wanna have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doing society a favor. That son of a bitch is brave and getting braver. We want to put his ass in stir. We want to pin this triple murder on him. He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much "It's my work," he'd say, "and I do it for pay. And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise. Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice. And ride a horse along a trail." But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus. He never had a chance The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy ni**er No one doubted that he pulled the trigger And though they could not produce the gun The DA said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried The crime was murder 'one'. Guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers–they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool's hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed To live in a land Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell
Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane But it won't be over 'til they clear his name And give him back the time he's done Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
I looked up the story last year after listening to the song. It appears he was framed but had history of trouble in the past.
[Post edited 6 Mar 2019 14:35]
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 13:50 - Mar 6 with 5640 views
Favourite Song Lyrics? on 11:38 - Mar 6 by urbanblue
Billy Bragg's tribute to his Dad 'Tank Park Salute' is wonderful ... Very Moving ... Saw him do it live and could have heard a pin drop!
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers Leave the light on at the top of the stairs Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky A tree taps on the window pane That feeling smothers me again Daddy is it true that we all have to die
At the top of the stairs Is darkness
I closed my eyes and when I looked Your name was in the memorial book And what had become of all the things we planned I accepted the commiserations Of all your friends and your relations But there's some things I still don't understand
You were so tall How could you fall?
Some photographs of a summer's day A little boy's lifetime away Is all I've left of everything we've done Like a pale moon in a sunny sky Death gazes down as I pass by To remind me that I'm but my father's son
I offer up to you This tribute I offer up to you This tank park salute
That really is a tremendous song.. Not heard it before, so will have an afternoon reacquainting myself with Billy Bragg
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 13:59 - Mar 6 with 5624 views
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 d***ed. 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.
forensic experts say footers and spruces fingerprints were not found at the scene after the weekends rows
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 14:21 - Mar 6 with 5591 views
Some folks are born made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Lord, don't they help themselves, oh But when the taxman comes to the door Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah! Some folks inherit star spangled eyes Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! Yo
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no
forensic experts say footers and spruces fingerprints were not found at the scene after the weekends rows
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Favourite Song Lyrics? on 14:26 - Mar 6 with 5582 views
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