Originally posted by huckleberryhoundI once spun rhymes to help ensure
Hear the words i sing;
war's a horrid thing.
So, i sing sing sing....
Ding a ling aling.
my brothers would be strong and pure
and bombs and bullets would abhor.
Blood and gore, forevermore
would stay intact and off the floor
and no more would the cannons roar.
With verse I thought I could restore
peace to all. Alas my verse was poor.
The critics laughed, the public bore
one line and then commenced to snore.
Originally posted by ChronicLeakyApologies for the cheesyness
I once spun rhymes to help ensure
my brothers would be strong and pure
and bombs and bullets would abhor.
Blood and gore, forevermore
would stay intact and off the floor
and no more would the cannons roar.
With verse I thought I could restore
peace to all. Alas my verse was poor.
The critics laughed, the public bore
one line and then commenced to snore.
16 years old when I went to war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Chasing my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Is a long enough life for a soldier,
We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we brawled and we fought and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers,
I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names,
And that's how it is for a soldier.
floating down through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
in the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
i had a dream
i had a dream
goodbye max
goodbye ma
after the service when you're walking slowly to the car
and the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
you hear the tolling bell
and touch the silk in your lapel
and as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
you take her frail hand
and hold on to the dream
a place to stay
enough to eat
somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
where you can speak out loud
about your doubts and fears
and what's more no-one ever disappears
you never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
you can relax on both sides of the tracks
and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
and everyone has recourse to the law
and no-one kills the children anymore
and no-one kills the children anymore
Originally posted by rbmorriswrong war, but well done anyway 😉
floating down through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
in the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
i had a dream
i had a dream
goodbye max
goodbye ma
after the service when you're walking slowly to the car
and the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
you hear the tolling bell
and touch ...[text shortened]... urse to the law
and no-one kills the children anymore
and no-one kills the children anymore