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I thought it was time to introduce the youngsters to a 60's war protest song. Other references are welcome.
" I mean I'm
Sittin' here on the Group W bench, 'cause you want to know if I'm moral
Enough to join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a
Litterbug."
Originally posted by JS357Here's a great one from the UK in the 1980s.
I thought it was time to introduce the youngsters to a 60's war protest song.
Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding...
Well I ask you
The boy said "Dad they're going to take me to task, but I'll be back by Christmas"
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls
It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding...
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls.
Originally posted by JS357"Arlo Guthrie - Alice's Restaurant"
I thought it was time to introduce the youngsters to a 60's war protest song. Other references are welcome.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m57gzA2JCcM
" I mean I'm
Sittin' here on the Group W bench, 'cause you want to know if I'm moral
Enough to join the army, burn women, kids, houses and villages after bein' a
Litterbug."
Memorable song from troubled times.
Thanks, JS.
Originally posted by JS357One from the early 80s.
I thought it was time to introduce the youngsters to a 60's war protest song.
Frank Zappa - I Don't Wanna Get Drafted
Hello! Anybody home?
Special Delivery.
(Oh no . . . )
Registered Mail. You're gonna have to sign for this buddy.
(Oh no . . . )
Come on, I know you're in there.
(Oh no . . . )
I don't wanna get drafted. I don't want to go
I don't wanna get drafted.
I don't wanna get drafted. I don't want to go
I don't wanna get drafted
No-no-no.
Roller skates and disco is a lot of fun
I'm too young and stupid to operate a gun.
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted.
My-ay-ay sister don't wanna get drafted
She don't wanna go
My sister don't wanna get drafted.
My-ay-ay sister don't wanna get drafted
She don't wanna go
My sister don't wanna get drafted
Woh-oh-woh-oh-woh.
Wars are really ugly, they're dirty and they're cold.
I don't want nobody to shoot her in the foxhole . . . foxhole.
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I don't wanna get drafted
I 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 foxhole . . . foxhole.
Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole.
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Shot in the foxhole . . . shot in the foxhole . . .
Aiieeeeeeeee . . . Shot in the foxhole . . .
Frank Zappa - Draft Again
Ugh, all these pussy-ass singer-song writers...
Metallica - Disposable heroes
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Barking of machine gun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Why, am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, hell is here
I was born for dying
Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Do just as we say
Finished here, greetings death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
You coward
You servant
You blind man
Back to the front
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Originally posted by Great King RatMacho pacifism, anyone?
Ugh, all these pussy-ass singer-song writers...
Metallica - Disposable heroes
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty on ...[text shortened]... blind man
Back to the front
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Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summers day
Warriors both of cause
One little chap then had a mishap
Broke off his horses head
Wept for his toy, then cried with joy
As his young playmate said
Did you think I would leave you crying ..........
Aww the beauty of war - brings out the best in folk.