Call To Arms.
Caught up in the tide,
Of national pride.
Marching away as men and boys,
Amidst the flag waving, cries and noise.
Full of excitement, yet fears,
Behind restrained tears.
On course for another war,
Who knows what the future has in store?
26/06/92
poem by Guy Lipmore
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Marching Through Georgia
Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing another song --
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along --
Sing it as we used to sing it fifty thousand strong,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound!
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found!
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!"
So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a hand some boast,
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the host,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude -- three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us for resistance was in vain,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Why Talk About War To An Anti War One Like Me
Why talk about war to an anti war one like me
Since you know with what you say of it I won't agree
Since talking of military matters I'd rather decline
And your sort of heroes will never be mine
Your points about war to me you've already made
Though I won't march with you in the war parade
With you the like minded will stand at your side
Whilst you wave the flag with great fervour and pride
'Tis good in a way we see things differently
If we all thought in the same way how boring we'd be
Waving our National flags as we walk up and down
To the beat of the war drums through the streets of the town
You do love the National flag but so too do I
But for the flag I would not shoot to kill or die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Dum Dum Boys
Pop/bowie
Things have been tough
Without the dum dum boys
I cant seem to speak
The language
I remember how they
Used to stare at the ground
They looked as if they
Put the whole world
Looked as if they put
The whole world down
The first time I saw
The dum dum boys
I was fascinated
They just stood in front
Of the old drug store
I was most impressed
No one else was impressed
Not at all
And wed sing
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Dum dum day
Where are you now my
Dum dum boys are you
Alive or dead
Have you left me the last
Of the dum dum daze
Then the sun goes down
And the boys broke down
People said we were negative
They said wed take but
We would never give
But wed sing da-da-da
Da-da-da dum dum day
Da-da-da-da-da dum
And hope it would pay
Da-da-da-da its been
A dumdumdum day
A dum dum day
Now Im looking for
The dum dum boys
Where are you now
When I need your noise
Now Im looking for
The dum dum boys
The walls close in and
I need some noise
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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The Dear Old Flag
Oh! we love that dear old flag,
That our forefathers gave
Over one hundred years ago, boys,
They once stood under that dear flag,
But now they are in their graves,
Sleeping their everlasting sleep, boys.
CHORUS:
The Union forever,
Hurrah, boys, hurrah;
Down with the traitors,
Up with the stars;
For we love that dear old flag
That our fathers fought to save
When they were fighting for our freedom.
We will rally around its standard
Every Fourth day of July,
For we dearly love our nation;
We love to see the stars and stripes
A waving up on high
Over our Union celebration.
Three cheers for the Union
And the red, white and blue,
And our forefathers that formed the constitution;
May the flag forever wave
O'er our native land so true,
May God protect our flag and nation.
poem by Julia A Moore
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A Strange Cocktail
In their National flag they do take such great pride
And they feel superior with god on their side
And their leader he tells them of us against they
But when they fight his war from them he's far away.
And not different to their leader is the leader of they
And they too believe everything that he does say
About those they've never met or they never will know
We make our own enemy and we choose our own foe.
A terrorist is someone that society create
And racism and insults only give rise to hate
And terrorism as such is hard to define
Between all out war and suicide bombing where can one draw
the line.
Nationalism, Patriotism and Religion when these three you combine
They make for a strange cocktail like vodka, whiskey and wine,
They stir up strong feelings and hatred takes to flame
And resentment it leads them to great acts of shame.
On the flagpost in their front yard their National flag is waving in the wind
In the heart of the war-like the extreme patriot you'll find
And their dishonourable and cowardly leader who in war does not fight
The hatred for those different in them does ignite.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Parade
The crowd is looking drowned
And a mother in tears
There are flipflapping flags in the silence
And a national anthems a blues in these days
Flag him down, rest in peace
What peace do you mean when the boys are coming back
Hes live on tv
Hes dead as a hero can be
But he didnt die for nothing, my dear
The video of his death is travelling the world
Flag him down, rest in peace
What peace do you mean when the boys are coming back
In coffins
Way back in the crowd
A girl says goodbye to a boy
To a boy whos parading to heaven
And she puts all the blame on the gouvernment
Hes live on tv
Dead as a hero can be
...when the boys are parading to heaven, my friend
Put all the blame on you
On you
Echolette/1993
song performed by by Alphaville
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Your pride in a flag
Just a small part of this World of your Nation you brag
And you wave your patriotism in your National flag
If your team win the International game today
Your boss won't give you extra in your next week's pay.
You feel so indifferent to people from elsewhere
Remember there's a World called the big World out there
And united we stand and divided we fall
Those words apply to all Nations and to one and all.
Tonight in the bar-room you will drink till late
And with your pub friends today's win celebrate
A win for your Nation in such a big game
Though only the players involved in the victory will know of the fame
And the financial windfall to them that this victory will bring
And of their praises you and those like you do sing
And are the supporters of the losing team worse off than you
Your pride in a flag tell me that is not true?
For pride of their flag young men go to war
And in victory boast of how marvellous they are
And for pride of their flag far too many have died
And so much division created by pride.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Nationalists
Nationalists of all Nations are similar 'twould seem
Their National flag on flagpost in their front yard is there for all to be seen
Their message is we are superior to every other Race
And the culture of others we never will embrace.
And one thing about Nationalists they never have been rare
I see and meet them every day for they live everywhere
Proud of their Nationality and full of patriotic pride
In their naivety they do believe that God is on their side.
Nationalists of all Nations multiculturalism do not embrace
For the culture of other Races than their's in their lives there's not a place
They are not egalatarin or never pretend to be
They merely feel superior to all of humanity.
You will find them in every Race and they live everywhere
Nationalists they are quite plentiful they never have been rare
Their National flag in their front yards say more than words can say
They feel so much superior and they've always been that way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Who Shall Rule This American Nation?
Who shall rule this American Nation?
Say, boys, say!
Who shall sit in the loftiest station?
Say, boys, say!
Shall the men who trampled on the banner?
They who now their country would betray?
They who murder the innocent freedmen?
Say, boys, say!
"No, never! no, never!"
The loyal millions say;
And 'tis they who rule this American Nation!
They, boys, they!
Who shall rank as the family royal?
Say, boys, say!
If not those who are honest and loyal?
Say, boys, say!
Then shall one elected as our servant,
In his pride, assume a regal sway?
Must we bend to a human Dictator?
Say, boys, say!
Shall we tarnish our national glory?
Say, boys, say!
Blot one line from the wonderful story?
Say, boys, say!
Did we vainly shed our blood in battle?
Did our troops resultless win the day?
Was our time and our treasure all squander'd?
Say, boys, say!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Clowns Of Death
Im the one who preys upon the weakest
And the weakest always preys upon the one whos underneath
Im the one who doesnt see the waves of human kindness or the tides that
Turn the day
Im the one who always turns and looks away
Turns and looks away
[chorus 1]
Because after all, we are only boys
Because after all, we are only boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys
Im the one treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find
And therell always be some others who could march along in line, yeah
March along in line
And, well move upon the world in a massive tidal wave
And well shout and make some noise, yeah
Shout and make some noise
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
The clowns of death are marching on their hideous parade
Their glaring eyes are filled with hate, but I am not afraid
Their painted faces cracked with age, their makeup old and worn
With tattered wings and toothy grins to amplify their scorn
Theyre looking for the helpless ones
Theyre looking for the misbegotten
They prey upon the weak and fractured
The crippled and the freaks of nature
And when the come upon one whos lost or is alone
Their smiles get even bigger and their noses start to glow
Making snarling sounds to pantomime with furious abandon
And with a scream they pounce to kill and all the while theyre laughing
Im the one treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find
And therell always be some others who will march along in line
And, well move upon the world in a massive tidal wave
And well shout and make some noise, yeah
Shout and make some noise
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
Your sons and daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds
Theyll catch them when youre not around and smash their little heads
If you think it just a dream, or that it isnt fair
Just look around outside your door, the clowns are everywhere
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Live Free
Waving your flag a blind patriot
can no longer see cause your eyes are shut
love it or leave it is your sentiment
instead of working for improvement
but I want to live free
and won't settle for this mediocrity
waving your flag, we're number one
society's got you under their thumb
too ignorant too see through their subtle attack
to make us content but we must fight back
you don't love your country
you just love yourself
because you sit complacent
like everyone else
if your fights for freedom
then do what's right
put down that flag, protest and come join the fight
song performed by by Youth Of Today
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Boys Boys
These days
I'm so lost
In this fog
This isn’t my last
Time
Of being caught up
This isn’t my last
Time
Fighting for love
I’m so lost
In this fog
Of boys
Boys boys
There my pain
Boys boys
There my smiles
Boys boys
There my guards
Boys boys
There my fog
It’s the boys
That keeps me in this haze
It’s the boys
That causes all our pain
There here
And their there
There everywhere
There everywhere
It’s the boys
That we can blame
Why do boys
Have to hurt us
The way they do
Why do they
Have to all attack
At once
Its they army of boys
The army of toys
There our
Boy toys
Boy toys
Army boys
Boys boys
There my pain
Boys boys
There my smiles
Boys boys
There my guards
Boys boys
There my fog
It’s the boys
That keeps me in this haze
It’s the boys
That causes all our pain
There here
And their there
There everywhere
There everywhere
It’s the boys
That we can blame
These days
I’ve been so lost
It’s always a maze
And so much it coast
To get out of it
Then you’re right back in
Again
I’m caught up
I’m caught up
In this
Fight for love
I’m lost
In this maze
This maze
And fog
Of boys
I’m chocked up
I’m caught up
Oh what do I do
What do I do
To get out
Boys boys
There my pain
Boys boys
There my smiles
Boys boys
There my guards
Boys boys
There my fog
It’s the boys
That keeps me in this haze
It’s the boys
That causes all our pain
There here
And their there
There everywhere
There everywhere
It’s the boys
That we can blame
poem by Tessa Monaghan
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From the biography of an unknown woman: IV
Her tears're never understood
But they're her closest companions
She's mostly seen around the sea
The sands and the sea sheltering
Her visible and invisible tears
High tide and low tide she watches
And quicklu sums up that
That's all life is all about
Sometimes she searches
The sands and the sea
If she could retrieve her tears
And if someone caught her tears
She would simply smile and say
'O, it's those sand particles, you see...'
19apr2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Bobby And The Boys
Orbison/buie
It's been so long since you dropped by the store
You're still as pretty as you were before
You've still got personality and poise
You were always such a hit with me and the boys
What - you need some candy
A magazine, some toys
To take back home
To bobby and the boys
Yes i remember bobby
Mr. popularity
Do you ever tell him
How it was with you and me?
Here, take the candy
There'll be no charge for the toys
And give my best
To bobby and the boys
As i lock up, there my baby goes
How much i love that girl, nobody knows
Guess i'll go out to bright lights and noise
While she goes home to bobby and the boys
While she goes home to bobby and the boys
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Broken Chains
Too many days now, been at their mercy,
Been living a life of pain, low down and dirty,
Chains biting tight, can only dream of the light,
Need to break free, can no one see what is right?
You see my tears,
Feel my fears,
Hear my cries,
I hear more lies,
Their knives are out, I can't breathe,
When I hear your footsteps you're about to leave,
My heart tears deep, life's blood runs,
Souls essence leaks, here come the guns,
My spirit wants to leave, return to love,
I look to the skies, where is the Dove?
Your face caught in my mind holds me back,
Heavens window opens just a crack,
You see my tears,
Feel my fears,
Hear my cries,
I hear more lies,
Where I come from all is love, suffering is nothing,
When they leave they will feel it all,
Where they are going, they gonna crawl,
I hear your footsteps in the hall,
Are you coming or going?
I just don't know anymore.
09 May 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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I Know What Boys Like
Boys, boys
He you wanna know something?
Boys, boys
Boys like girls
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I seem them looking (looking)
I make them want me
I like to tease them
And they want to touch me
I never let them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like me
I got my cat moves
That so upsets them
Zippers and buttons
Fun to frustrate them
They get so angry
Like pouty children
Denied their candy
I laugh right at them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I think you're special
I might let you
You're so much different
I might let you
There's no one like you
I might let you
Or would you like that?
I might let you
Sucker!
Boys, b-b-boys
Boys, b-b-b-boys
G-g-g-g-got what boys want
G-g-g-got
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
Yeah, I know what boys like
Come on girls, you know what they like
It ain't no secret
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
song performed by by Vitamin C
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The American flag is the symbol of our freedom, national pride and history.
quote by Mike Fitzpatrick
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The Little Homes
We have heard the cheering, brothers,
We have heard the martial peal;
We have seen the soldiers marching
And the glint of sun and steel.
We have heard the songs, the shouting;
But, while forth the soldier roams,
Who has heard the weeping, brothers,
In the Little Homes?
We have seen the gay processions
And the careless, laughing crowds.;
We have seen the banners waving
Out against the peaceful clouds;
Yet, while colors proudly flutter
Over noble spires and domes,
Who has seen the mourning, brothers,
In the Little Homes?
From the Little Homes that nestle
Where the smiling fields sweep wide,
From the Little Homes that huddle
In the city, side by side,
They have called the eager fighters
Men who went with smiles and cheers;
Pride of wives and pride of mothers,
Choking back the tears!
Women of the little homesteads,
Women of the city slums,
They are waiting, ever waiting;
And the sound of muffled drums
In some stricken Home is echoed,
Where grey Grief is guest to-day.
And to-morrow? Nay, the others
Still must wait - and pray.
What the Little Homes shall suffer,
What the Little Homes shall pay
Must be more than sturdy fighters,
More than women's grief to-day.
In the years that follow after,
Be our battles won or lost,
In the Little Homes, my brothers,
They shall pay the cost.
They shall pay the cost of glory,
They shall pay the price of peace,
Years and many long years after
All the sounds of battle cease.
When the sword is sheathed - or broken
When the battle flag is furled,
Still the Little Homes must suffer
Over all the World.
Have you seen the old grey mothers
Smiling to the ringing cheers?
Have you seen the young wives striving
Bravely to hold back the tears?
Have you seen the young girl marching
By her soldier-lover's side?
Have you, seen our country's women
All aglow with pride?
Then, shall we think shame, my brothers,
To give thanks upon our knees
That the land we love should hold them
Wives and mothers such as these?
Women who still hide their sorrow
As their soldiers march away,
Turning brave and steadfast faces
To the light of day?
Oh, the Little Homes are Cheerful
Little Homes that know no pride
But the pride of sacrificing
Loved ones to the battle tide!
They are many, many brothers,
And their sacrifice is great.
Shrines are they and sacred places,
Where the women wait.
Aye, the Little Homes are holy
At the closing of the day,
When young wives must face their sorrow,
When grey mothers kneel to pray,
Facing, all alone, dread visions
Of the land the soldier roams,
Then God heed the sobbing, brothers,
In the Little Homes.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Bobby & The Boys
Orbison/buie
Its been so long since you dropped by the store
Youre still as pretty as you were before
Youve still got personality and poise
You were always such a hit with me and the boys
What - you need some candy
A magazine, some toys
To take back home
To bobby and the boys
Yes I remember bobby
Mr. popularity
Do you ever tell him
How it was with you and me?
Here, take the candy
Therell be no charge for the toys
And give my best
To bobby and the boys
As I lock up, there my baby goes
How much I love that girl, nobody knows
Guess Ill go out to bright lights and noise
While she goes home to bobby and the boys
While she goes home to bobby and the boys
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Marching thus at night, a battalion is doubly impressive. The silent monster is full of restrained power; resolute in its onward sweep, impervious to danger, it looks a menacing engine of destruction, steady to its goal, and certain of its mission.
quote by Patrick MacGill
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