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2003-04-07 Terror Networks
Words of Wisdom from the 70’s
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Posted by Kiwi 2003-04-07 08:43 am|| || Front Page|| [2 views since 2007-05-07]  Top

#1 Is that you Murat?
Posted by  -----------<<<<- 4/7/2003 9:24:47 AM||   4/7/2003 9:24:47 AM|| Front Page Top

#2 Sorry, Kiwi! Guess I should read more closely before I post! I just saw song lyrics and "70's" and made an assumption before reading more closely.

I apologize.
Posted by Dar Steckelberg  4/7/2003 9:32:27 AM||   4/7/2003 9:32:27 AM|| Front Page Top

#3 Nah - definitely an AC/DC kinda war...
Posted by mojo 4/7/2003 10:11:59 AM||   4/7/2003 10:11:59 AM|| Front Page Top

#4 To hell with the Zep,I want THIS to play on the background while Baghdad falls:

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

(Lyrics and music by the Doors)
Posted by El Id  4/7/2003 10:25:38 AM||   4/7/2003 10:25:38 AM|| Front Page Top

#5 For the record, it's always an ACDC kinda war. I dunno why but US loudspeaker guys tend to always have the back in black album handy. I'm beginning to think that it's Issued or something.

Though metallica's "don't tread on me", Drowning pool's "bodies", and The Clash's "rocking the Casbah" are also popular for this conflict.

any other requests?

-DS
"the horns hold up the halo."
Posted by DeviantSaint 4/7/2003 10:38:07 AM|| [www.livejournal.com/~deviantsaint]  4/7/2003 10:38:07 AM|| Front Page Top

#6 So sorry first post.....I doubled up...my bad...doh..Lots of love Kiwi
Posted by Kiwi 2003-04-07 09:00:32||   2003-04-07 09:00:32|| Front Page Top

#7 Kiwi...

What the hell is this?

Someone's had one too many bong hits today...
Posted by mjh  2003-04-07 09:02:38||   2003-04-07 09:02:38|| Front Page Top

#8 Gee, this makes it all so clear now. We should end the war and let Saddam back in power and apologize and hold hands and sing Kumbayah... That's truly the only way to bring peace to the world! Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts!

Thank you, Kiwi, it's all just crystal clear now!
Posted by Dar Steckelberg  2003-04-07 09:09:48||   2003-04-07 09:09:48|| Front Page Top

#9 Led Zeppelin: Battle of Evermore - appropriate on the stereo, but not here....
Posted by Frank G  2003-04-07 09:12:08||   2003-04-07 09:12:08|| Front Page Top

#10 Is that you Murat?
Posted by  -----------<<<<- 2003-04-07 09:24:47||   2003-04-07 09:24:47|| Front Page Top

#11 Wow didnt expect that......Dar Steckelberg I never meant for one minute to express the sentiments that you chose to express for me. This was actually a post in supoort of whats happening in the Middle East....if you could read again what I have posted (perchance to the music) then you may start to understand where the music/lyrics are coming from
Posted by Kiwi 2003-04-07 09:25:11||   2003-04-07 09:25:11|| Front Page Top

#12 If you like I could break it down fer ya all to understand?
Posted by Kiwi 2003-04-07 09:27:23||   2003-04-07 09:27:23|| Front Page Top

#13 Sorry, Kiwi! Guess I should read more closely before I post! I just saw song lyrics and "70's" and made an assumption before reading more closely.

I apologize.
Posted by Dar Steckelberg  2003-04-07 09:32:27||   2003-04-07 09:32:27|| Front Page Top

#14 :) All good my friend.
Posted by Kiwi 2003-04-07 09:35:07||   2003-04-07 09:35:07|| Front Page Top

#15 Well,since its "all request" night here at the Rockin' Rantburg, I'd like to request Randy Newman's "Political Science" or the Kinks "Captain America".
Posted by Frank Martin  2003-04-07 09:45:35|| [varifrank.blogspot.com]  2003-04-07 09:45:35|| Front Page Top

#16 I nominate C.W. McCall's talkin' song of "Wolf Creek Pass" for Sammy's escape from Baghdad....
Posted by Alaska Paul 2003-04-07 10:07:46||   2003-04-07 10:07:46|| Front Page Top

#17 Nah - definitely an AC/DC kinda war...
Posted by mojo 2003-04-07 10:11:59||   2003-04-07 10:11:59|| Front Page Top

#18 To hell with the Zep,I want THIS to play on the background while Baghdad falls:

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest

The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you

C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

(Lyrics and music by the Doors)
Posted by El Id  2003-04-07 10:25:38||   2003-04-07 10:25:38|| Front Page Top

#19 Don't bogart that joint, Kiwi.
Posted by tu3031 2003-04-07 10:28:42||   2003-04-07 10:28:42|| Front Page Top

#20 The Doors.....I did think about it :)
Posted by Kiwi 2003-04-07 10:34:48||   2003-04-07 10:34:48|| Front Page Top

#21 For the record, it's always an ACDC kinda war. I dunno why but US loudspeaker guys tend to always have the back in black album handy. I'm beginning to think that it's Issued or something.

Though metallica's "don't tread on me", Drowning pool's "bodies", and The Clash's "rocking the Casbah" are also popular for this conflict.

any other requests?

-DS
"the horns hold up the halo."
Posted by DeviantSaint 2003-04-07 10:38:07|| [www.livejournal.com/~deviantsaint]  2003-04-07 10:38:07|| Front Page Top

#22 I've heard that a lot fo the Cav troops are playing Kid Rock's "Amareican Badass" - AKA "Cowboy" (uncensored version).

Back In Black was always popular with the US Army Electronic Warfare units - they used it in Peacetime on practice Jamming missions. Heard it often enough when we trained against units with EW assets attached.

That and TNT.

Trivia Point: Rock the Casbah was the first song played on Armed Forces Network radio in GW 1 - they came on the air playing that.
Posted by OldSpook 2003-04-07 10:42:32||   2003-04-07 10:42:32|| Front Page Top

#23 DevSt: "Have a Drink On Me" followed by "Inject the Venom"...
Posted by mojo 2003-04-07 12:09:47||   2003-04-07 12:09:47|| Front Page Top

#24 (big grin)

Whiskey, gin and brandy
With a glass I'm pretty handy
I'm trying to walk a straight line
On sour mash and cheap wine
So join me for a drink boys
We're gonna make a big noise

So don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the cheque
We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Yeah
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

No mercy for the bad if they want it
No mercy for the bad if they plead
No mercy for the bad if they need it
No mercy from me

Tell no truth and tell no lies
Cross your heart and hope to die
Never give what you can't take back
Scratch like a cat
Inject your venom
It'll be your last attack

http://www.geocities.com/SunsetStrip/Palms/1346/acdc.html
Posted by mojo 2003-04-07 12:17:05||   2003-04-07 12:17:05|| Front Page Top

#25 I always thought Barry McGuire's "Eve of Destruction" was rather appropriate...
Posted by Sgt. Mom 2003-04-07 15:28:02||   2003-04-07 15:28:02|| Front Page Top

#26 ...the soundtrack I always come back to for the WOT is the song from the "Sopranos"...

Posted by Carl in NH 2003-04-07 16:23:30||   2003-04-07 16:23:30|| Front Page Top

#27 Well, oddly enough Vietnam era music is very popular amongst most of the guys I served with, especially Credence Clearwater Revival. Odd when you think that soldiers would like anti-war music. :)

Personally, I listen to Industrial Music, which had kind of a surreal feeling to it when I was at Bagram airbase. I would sit outside my tent in the Psyop compound and with headphones on listening to VNV nation, while watching the flashes of (I think) artillery in the mountains to our north and the flight of the birds leaving to do Cas.

It's cold at night in Afghanistan, and the night sky there is so clear that I'll not soon forget those stars.

-DS
"the horns hold up the halo"
Posted by DeviantSaint 2003-04-07 16:31:47|| [www.livejournal.com/~deviantsaint]  2003-04-07 16:31:47|| Front Page Top

#28 Lepanto

G. K. Chesterton

WHITE founts falling in the Courts of the sun,
And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;
There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared,
It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard;
It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips;
For the inmost sea of all the earth is shaken with his ships.
They have dared the white republics up the capes of Italy,
They have dashed the Adriatic round the Lion of the Sea,
And the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
And called the kings of Christendom for swords about the Cross.
The cold queen of England is looking in the glass;
The shadow of the Valois is yawning at the Mass;
From evening isles fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun,
And the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.

Dim drums throbbing, in the hills half heard,
Where only on a nameless throne a crownless prince has stirred,
Where, risen from a doubtful seat and half attainted stall,
The last knight of Europe takes weapons from the wall,
The last and lingering troubadour to whom the bird has sung,
That once went singing southward when all the world was young.
In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid,
Comes up along a winding road the noise of the Crusade.
Strong gongs groaning as the guns boom far,
Don John of Austria is going to the war,
Stiff flags straining in the night-blasts cold
In the gloom black-purple, in the glint old-gold,
Torchlight crimson on the copper kettle-drums,
Then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then the cannon, and he comes.
Don John laughing in the brave beard curled,
Spurning of his stirrups like the thrones of all the world,
Holding his head up for a flag of all the free.
Love-light of Spain—hurrah!
Death-light of Africa!
Don John of Austria
Is riding to the sea.

Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
He moves a mighty turban on the timeless houri's knees,
His turban that is woven of the sunsets and the seas.
He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease,
And he strides among the tree-tops and is taller than the trees;
And his voice through all the garden is a thunder sent to bring
Black Azrael and Ariel and Ammon on the wing.
Giants and the Genii,
Multiplex of wing and eye,
Whose strong obedience broke the sky
When Solomon was king.

They rush in red and purple from the red clouds of the morn,
From the temples where the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn;
They rise in green robes roaring from the green hells of the sea
Where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless creatures be,
On them the sea-valves cluster and the grey sea-forests curl,
Splashed with a splendid sickness, the sickness of the pearl;
They swell in sapphire smoke out of the blue cracks of the ground,—
They gather and they wonder and give worship to Mahound.
And he saith, "Break up the mountains where the hermit-folk can hide,
And sift the red and silver sands lest bone of saint abide,
And chase the Giaours flying night and day, not giving rest,
For that which was our trouble comes again out of the west.
We have set the seal of Solomon on all things under sun,
Of knowledge and of sorrow and endurance of things done.
But a noise is in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know
The voice that shook our palaces—four hundred years ago:
It is he that saith not 'Kismet'; it is he that knows not Fate;
It is Richard, it is Raymond, it is Godfrey at the gate!
It is he whose loss is laughter when he counts the wager worth,
Put down your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth."
For he heard drums groaning and he heard guns jar,
(Don John of Austria is going to the war.)
Sudden and still—hurrah!
Bolt from Iberia!
Don John of Austria
Is gone by Alcalar.

St. Michaels on his Mountain in the sea-roads of the north
(Don John of Austria is girt and going forth.)
Where the grey seas glitter and the sharp tides shift
And the sea-folk labour and the red sails lift.
He shakes his lance of iron and he claps his wings of stone;
The noise is gone through Normandy; the noise is gone alone;
The North is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes,
And dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise,
And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow dusty room,
And Christian dreadeth Christ that hath a newer face of doom,
And Christian hateth Mary that God kissed in Galilee,—
But Don John of Austria is riding to the sea.
Don John calling through the blast and the eclipse
Crying with the trumpet, with the trumpet of his lips,
Trumpet that sayeth ha!
Domino gloria!
Don John of Austria
Is shouting to the ships.

King Philip's in his closet with the Fleece about his neck
(Don John of Austria is armed upon the deck.)
The walls are hung with velvet that is black and soft as sin,
And little dwarfs creep out of it and little dwarfs creep in.
He holds a crystal phial that has colours like the moon,
He touches, and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
And his face is as a fungus of a leprous white and grey
Like plants in the high houses that are shuttered from the day,
And death is in the phial and the end of noble work,
But Don John of Austria has fired upon the Turk.
Don John's hunting, and his hounds have bayed—
Booms away past Italy the rumour of his raid.
Gun upon gun, ha! ha!
Gun upon gun, hurrah!
Don John of Austria
Has loosed the cannonade.

The Pope was in his chapel before day or battle broke,
(Don John of Austria is hidden in the smoke.)
The hidden room in man's house where God sits all the year,
The secret window whence the world looks small and very dear.
He sees as in a mirror on the monstrous twilight sea
The crescent of his cruel ships whose name is mystery;
They fling great shadows foe-wards, making Cross and Castle dark,
They veil the plumèd lions on the galleys of St. Mark;
And above the ships are palaces of brown, black-bearded chiefs,
And below the ships are prisons, where with multitudinous griefs,
Christian captives sick and sunless, all a labouring race repines
Like a race in sunken cities, like a nation in the mines.
They are lost like slaves that sweat, and in the skies of morning hung
The stair-ways of the tallest gods when tyranny was young.
They are countless, voiceless, hopeless as those fallen or fleeing on
Before the high Kings' horses in the granite of Babylon.
And many a one grows witless in his quiet room in hell
Where a yellow face looks inward through the lattice of his cell,
And he finds his God forgotten, and he seeks no more a sign—
(But Don John of Austria has burst the battle-line!)
Don John pounding from the slaughter-painted poop,
Purpling all the ocean like a bloody pirate's sloop,
Scarlet running over on the silvers and the golds,
Breaking of the hatches up and bursting of the holds,
Thronging of the thousands up that labour under sea
White for bliss and blind for sun and stunned for liberty.

Vivat Hispania!
Domino Gloria!
Don John of Austria
Has set his people free!

Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath
(Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.)
And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain,
Up which a lean and foolish knight for ever rides in vain,
And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade....
(But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)
Posted by redclay  2003-04-07 19:19:58|| [www.deadjournal.com/users/redclay/]  2003-04-07 19:19:58|| Front Page Top

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