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Words of Wisdom from the 70’s |
2003-04-07 |
The Queen of Light took her bow And then she turned to go, The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom And walked the night alone. Oooh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The Dark Lord rides in force tonight And time will tell us all. Ohhh throw down your plow and hoe, Rest not to lock your homes. As side by side we wait the might Of the darkest of them all. Ohhh I hear the horses thunder Down in the valley below. I'm waitin' for the Angels of Avalon, Waitin' for the eastern glow. The apples of the valley hold, The seeds of happiness. The ground is rich from tender care, Repay, do not forget. Ohhh No, no! Dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The apples turn to brown and black, The tyrant's face is red. Oooh Hohh now! War is the common cry, Pick up your swords and fly. The sky is filled with good and bad That mortals never know. Ohhh. Now. Oh well, the night is long, The beads of time pass slow. Tired eyes on the sunrise, Waitin' for the eastern glow. The pain of war cannot exceed The woe of aftermath. The drums will shake the castle wall, The ring wraiths ride in black. Ride on. Ohhh Sing as you raise your bow, Ride on. Shoot straighter than before No comfort has the fire that night That lights the face so cold. Ohhh dance in the dark of night, Sing to the morning light. The magic runes are writ in gold To bring the balance back. Bring it back. At last the sun is shinin', The clouds of blue roll by. A-with flames from the dragon of darkness, The sunlight blinds his eyes. Eyes. Ah-ah-oh. Oooh-ooh-ooh. Ahhh. Oooh. Bring it back. Bring it back. A-bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. Oh now, oh now, oh now ahh. Oh now, oh now, oh now. Bring it back. Bring it back. Bring it back. A-bring it back. Whoah now, oh now, oh now ohh. Whoah now, oh now, oh now. Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it, Bring it, bring it, bring it, Bring it, bring it, bring it, Bring it, bring - ahhh. |
Posted by:Kiwi |
#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 |
#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 |
#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 |
#25 I always thought Barry McGuire's "Eve of Destruction" was rather appropriate... |
Posted by: Sgt. Mom 2003-04-07 15:28:02 |
#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 |
#23 DevSt: "Have a Drink On Me" followed by "Inject the Venom"... |
Posted by: mojo 2003-04-07 12:09:47 |
#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 |
#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 |
#20 The Doors.....I did think about it :) |
Posted by: Kiwi 2003-04-07 10:34:48 |
#19 Don't bogart that joint, Kiwi. |
Posted by: tu3031 2003-04-07 10:28:42 |
#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 |
#17 Nah - definitely an AC/DC kinda war... |
Posted by: mojo 2003-04-07 10:11:59 |
#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 |
#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 |
#14 :) All good my friend. |
Posted by: Kiwi 2003-04-07 09:35:07 |
#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 |
#12 If you like I could break it down fer ya all to understand? |
Posted by: Kiwi 2003-04-07 09:27:23 |
#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 |
#10 Is that you Murat? |
Posted by: -----------<<<<- 2003-04-07 09:24:47 |
#9 Led Zeppelin: Battle of Evermore - appropriate on the stereo, but not here.... |
Posted by: Frank G 2003-04-07 09:12:08 |
#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 |
#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 |
#6 So sorry first post.....I doubled up...my bad...doh..Lots of love Kiwi |
Posted by: Kiwi 2003-04-07 09:00:32 |
#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 |
#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 |
#3 Nah - definitely an AC/DC kinda war... |
Posted by: mojo 4/7/2003 10:11:59 AM |
#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 |
#1 Is that you Murat? |
Posted by: -----------<<<<- 4/7/2003 9:24:47 AM |