Reply #33: How 'bout "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" by The Pogues...

[SteppingRazor]

just to get away from the obvious Dylan/1960s stuff...

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/pogues/and+the+band+played+waltzing+matilda_20109782.html

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
Its time to stop rambling cause theres 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
when 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 showered 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
And we buried ours and the turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again

Now those who were left did their best to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for seven long weeks I kept myself alive
while the corpses around me 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, christ I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying

and no more Ill go waltzing matilda
to the green bushes 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 and maimed
And they shipped us back home to australia
the legless, the armless, the blind and insane
Those proud wounded heroes of suvla

And as our ship pulled into circular quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked 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
and they turned all their faces away

And now every april I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
i see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving their dreams of past glory

i see the old men, all twisted and torn
The forgotten heroes of 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 still 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
Wholll go a-waltzing matilda with me?



*incidentally, this gets my vote for saddest song ever written ... like, _ever_*