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Edited on Fri Dec-02-05 01:58 PM by seemslikeadream
WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE GEORGIE? HOW MANY MORE GEORGIE, HOW MANY MORE?HOW MANY MORE GEORGIE, HOW MANY MORE? Sam Stone
Sam Stone came home, To the wife and family After serving in the conflict overseas. And the time that he served, Had shattered all his nerves, And left a little shrapnel in his knees. But the morhpine eased the pain, And the grass grew round his brain, And gave him all the confidence he lacked, With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone's welcome home Didn't last too long. He went to work when he'd spent his last dime And soon he took to stealing When he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. And the gold roared through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains, And eased his mind in the hours that he chose, While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Sam Stone was alone When he popped his last balloon, Climbing walls while sitting in a chair. Well, he played his last request, While the room smelled just like death, With an overdose hovering in the air. But life had lost it's fun, There was nothing to be done, But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill, For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
--John Prine.HOW MANY MORE GEORGIE, HOW MANY MORE?Masters Of War
Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.
You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly.
Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion' As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud.
You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins.
How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
-- Bob Dylan.HOW MANY MORE GEORGIE, HOW MANY MORE?Long Time Gone Lyrics
It's been a long time comin' It's goin' to be a long time gone. And it appears to be a long, Appears to be a long, Appears to be a long time, Yes, a long, long, long, long time, Before the dawn.
Turn, turn any corner. Hear, you must hear what the people say, You know there's something that's goin' on around here, That surely, surely, surely won't stand the light of day. And it appears to be a long, (yes it does) Appears to be a long, Appears to be a long time, Such a long, long, time, Before the dawn.
Speak out, you got to speak out against the madness You got to speak your mind, If you dare. But don't, no don't no try to get yourself elected. If you do you had better cut your hair. And it appears to be a long, (yes it does) Appears to be a long Appears to be a long time, Such a long, long, long, long time, Before the dawn.
It's been a long time comin', It's going to be a long time gone. But you know, the darkest hour, Is always, always just before the dawn. And it appears to be a long, Appears to be a long, Appears to be a long time, Such a long, long, long, long time before the dawn
-- Crosby Stills Nash Young HOW MANY MORE GEORGIE, HOW MANY MORE?Two Soldiers
He was just a blue-eyed Boston boy His voice was low with pain "I'll do your bidding comrade mine If I ride back again But if you ride back and I am left You'll do as much for me Mother you know, must hear the news So write to her tenderly."
"She's waiting at home like a patient saint Her fond face pale with woe Her heart will be broken when I am gone I'll see her soon, I know" Just then the order came to charge For an instant hand touched hand They said "Aye" and away they rode That brave and devoted band.
Straight was the track to the top of the hill The rebels they shot and shelled Plowed furrows of death through the toilling ranks And guarded them as they fell There soon came a horrible dying yell From heights that they could not gain And those whom doom and death had spared Rode slowly back again.
But among the dead that were left on the hill Was the boy with the curly hair The tall dark man who rode by his side Lay dead beside him there There's no one to write to the blue-eyed girl The words that her lover had said Momma, you know, awaits the news And she'll only know he's dead.
--Bob Dylan.HOW MANY MORE GEORGIE, HOW MANY MORE?Paddy's Lament Lyrics
Well it's by the hush, me boys, and sure that's to MIND your noise And listen to poor Paddy's sad narration I was by hunger stressed, and in poverty distressed So I took a thought I'd leave the Irish nation
Well I sold me horse and cow, my little pigs and sow My FATHER'S FARM of land I soon did part with And me sweetheart Bid McGee, I'm afraid I'll never see For I left her there that morning broken-hearted
Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have ye's not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well myself and a hundred more, to America sailed o'er Our fortunes to be making we were thinkin' When we got to Yankee land, they put guns into our hands SAYING "Paddy, you must go and fight for Lincoln"
Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have YOUSE not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
General Meagher to us he said, if you get shot or lose your Head Every MOTHER'S SON of youse will get a pension Well in the war I lost me leg, AND ALL I'VE NOW'S a wooden peg And by soul it is the truth to you I mention
Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have YOUSE not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
Well I think myself in luck, if I get fed on Indianbuck And old Ireland is the country I delight in To the devil, I would say, God curse Americay For the truth I've had enough of your hard fightin
Here's you boys, now take my advice To America I'll have YOUSE not be going There is nothing here but war, where the murderin' cannons roar And I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
I wish I was at home I wish I was at home I wish I was at home in dear old Dublin
--Sinead O'Connor. HOW MANY MORE GEORGIE, HOW MANY MORE?Enveloped in a sentiment, A sound that rushes over me. Engage an impulse to pretend I have a faith as pure. Not forgetting what it means to dream. Indulging everything. Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength Of those I yearn to be. Cheers and tribute greet the saviours. Reckless thoughts survive. Anachronistic and impulsive.
And what will happen? Will I dream? I am too scared to close my eyes. For a second please hold me. None can change in me these things that I believe. But I don't know what happens now. I am too scared to close my eyes.
Legion Vnv NationREMEMBER THIS GEORGIE? WHEN IS IT GOING TO END GEORGIE?http://www.bushflash.com/year.htmlCNN: 10 Marines killed near Falluja Marines conducting 'counter-insurgency' operations in Falluja, Ramadi Friday, December 2, 2005; Posted: 11:22 a.m. EST (16:22 GMT) BAGHDAD, Iraq (CNN) -- A roadside bomb Thursday killed 10 Marines while they were on "foot patrol near Falluja," the Marine Corps said Friday. The Marines were from Regimental Combat Team 8, 2nd Marine Division, II Marine Expeditionary Force (Forward). Eleven Marines were also wounded in the incident, and four of them have not yet returned to duty. The improvised explosive device was "fashioned from several large artillery shells," the Marine Corps said. Marines have been conducting "counterinsurgency operations" in the Falluja and Ramadi areas ahead of the December 15 elections....
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