Oh how do you do, young Willy McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
and rest for a while in the warm summer sun?
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done,
and I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen,
when you joined the great fallen in 1916
Well, I hope you died quick,
and I hope you died clean
Oh Willy McBride, was is it slow and obscene?

Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The flowers of the forest'?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined,
and though you died back in 1916,
to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
forever enshrined behind some old glass pane,
in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained,
and faded to yellow in a brown leather frame

Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The flowers of the forest'?

The sun shining down on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now,
but here in this graveyard that's still no mans land,
the countless white crosses in mute witness stand
till' man's blind indifference to his fellow man,
and a whole generation were butchered and damned

Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The flowers of the forest'?

And I can't help but wonder, oh Willy McBride,
do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
the killing and dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willy McBride it all happened again,
and again, and again, and again, and again

Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the last post and chorus?
Did the pipes play 'The flowers of the forest'?

Fantastisk låt, oavsett artist. Just Dropkick Murphys variant ligger dock mig varmt runt hjärtat. Den finns på deras album "The warriors code".

Föredömligt initiativ Folgelström.
Då vill jag passa på att slå ett slag för Dire Straits - Iron Hand

with all the clarity of dream
the sky so blue, the grass so green
the rank and file and the navy blue
the deep and strong, the straight and true

the blue line they got the given sign
the belts and boots marched forward in time
the wood and the leather the club and shield
swept like a wave across the battlefield

now with all the clarity of dream
the blood so red, the grass so green
the gleam of spur on the chestnut flank
the cavalry did burst upon the ranks

oh the iron will and the iron hand
in england's green and pleasant land
no music for the shameful scene
that night they said it had even shocked the queen

well alas we've seen it all before
knights in armour, days for yore
the same old fears and the same old crimes
we haven't changed since ancient times

Fina tips där...fick en ny favorit med "The Green fields of France". Får väl bidra med en annan favorit.

"Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner" av Warren Zevon

Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun
With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray

Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore
For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees
They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese

Roland the Thompson gunner...

His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest
But of all the Thompson gunners, Roland was the best
So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead
That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head

Roland the headless Thompson gunner
Norway's bravest son
Time, time, time
For another peaceful war
But time stands still for Roland
'Til he evens up the score
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner
still wandering through the night
Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun and bought it

Slänger väll in en låt från Sabaton här då.

-Purple Heart-

When we signed up for the army
to a rangers company
armed with M16’s
straight into the war

Then we served under the banner
clad in US stars an stripes
and on moonless nights
we marched for endless miles

Once we were soldiers
once we were young
we have found our peace
we’ve seen the end

Fallen in war
we belong to history
fallen in war
sleep 6 feet below

Heart of the brave
cannot bring me back to life
fallen in war
still brothers in arms

We have fought in distant conflict
and for all to many years
seen our friends go down
wounded dead or lost

Know that peace comes at a high price
it may take a thousand lives
and a deep belief
sacrifice of men

Shining heart beats no more
buried deep deep in cold earth
shallow grave in my motherland
here I stay lay in darkness forever

Stan Ridgway, CAMOUFLAGE (1986)

I was a p.f.c. on a search patrol, huntin’ charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of ’65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy movin’ in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big marine¨c¨ca giant, with a pair of friendly eyes¨c¨c
Appeared there at my shoulder and said wait.

When he came in close beside me, he said don’t worry, son, I’m here¨c¨c
If charlie wants to tangle now, he’ll have two to dodge
I said, well, thanks a lot! I told him my name and asked him his
And he said the boys just call me camouflage

Chorus:
Woah-oh-oh-oh, camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big marine


Well, I was gonna ask him where he came from, when we heard the bullets fly
Comin’ through the brush, and all around our ears
It was then I saw this big marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange, but suddenly, I forgot my fears

Well, we fought all night, side by side, we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
’cause they seemed to go right through him¨c¨cjust as if he wasn’t there
And in the mornin’ we both took a chance and ran
And it was near the riverbank when the ambush came on top of us
And I thought it was the end, and we were had
Then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin’ through a bush
And that big marine, he just swat it with his hand
Just like it was a fly...

Chorus:
Woah-oh-oh-oh, camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Woah-oh-oh-oh, camouflage
This was an awfully strange (big) marine


{spoken}
And I knew there was somethin’ weird about him,
’cause when I turned around,
He was pullin’ a big palm tree up outta the ground
And swattin’ those charlies with it from here to kingdom come

When he led me outta danger I saw my camp and waved goodbye
He just winked at me from the jungle and then was gone
When I got back to my h.q., I told ’em about my night
And the battle I’d spent with a big marine named camouflage
When I said his name, the soldier gulped, and a medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right
He said you may be tellin’ true, boy, but this here is camouflage
And he’s been right here since he passed away last night
In fact, he’s been here all week long...
But before he went, he said semper fi, and said his only wish
Was to save a young marine caught in a barrage
So here, take his dog tag, son, I know he’d want you to have it now
And we both said a prayer for a big marine named camouflage

Chorus repeat

So next time you’re in a jungle fight, and you feel a presence near
Or hear a voice that in your mind will lodge
Just be thankful that you’re not alone¨c¨cyou’ve got some company
From a big marine the boys call camouflage

Chorus repeat x2

Hup, hey-ho, hey, left... left...
Woah, woah, camouflage
Hey, hey-ho, ho, left... left...
Woah, woah, camouflage
Repeat endlessly until fade...

Paul Hardcastle - 19

In 1965 Vietnam seemed like just another foreign war,
but it wasn't.
It was different in many ways, as so were those that did the fighting.
In World War II the average age of the combat soldier was 26...
In Vietnam he was 19.
In inininininin Vietnam he was 19.

(TV announcer's voice)
The shooting and fighting of the past two weeks continued today
25 miles west of Saigon
I really wasn't sure what was going on (Vet's Voice)

Nininini Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19
19,19,19,19

In Vietnam the combat soldier typically served a twelve month tour of duty but
was exposed to hostile fire almost everyday
Ninininininininininin 19 nininininninin 19

Hundreds of Thousands of men who saw heavy combat in Vietnam were arrested since discharge Their arrest rate is almost twice that of non-veterans of the same age.
There are no accurate figures of how many of these men have been incarcerated.
But, a Veterans Administration study concludes that the greater of Vets
exposure to combat could more likely affect his chances of being arrested or convicted.

This is one legacy of the Vietnam War

(Singing Girls)
All those who remember the war
They won't forget what they've seen..
Destruction of men in their prime
whose average was 19
Dedededededede-Destruction
Dedededededede-Destruction
War, War
Dededede-Destruction, wa-wa-War, wa-War, War
Dedededededede-Destruction
War, War

After World War II the Men came home together on troop ships, but the Vietnam
Vet often arrived home within 48 hours of jungle combat
Perhaps the most dramatic difference between World War II and Vietnam was
coming home.. .none of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a heroes welcome, none of them, none of them
Nenene Nenene None of them, none of them, none of them (etc...)
None of them received a hero's welcome
None of them received a hero's welcome

According to a Veteran's Administration study
Half of the Vietnam combat veterans suffered from what Psychiatrists call
Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder
Many vets complain of alienation, rage, or guilt
Some succumb to suicidal thoughts
Eight to Ten years after coming home almost eight-hundred-thousand men are
still fighting the Vietnam War

(Singing Girls)
Dedededededede-Destruction

Nininininininininin Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19
19,19,19,19
Nininininininininin Nineteen, 19, Ni-nineteen 19
19,19,19,19

(Soldiers Voice)
When we came back it was different.. Everybody wants to know "How'd it
happened to those guys over there
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
We did what we had to do
There's gotta be something wrong somewhere
People wanted us to be ashamed of what it made us
Dad had no idea what he went to fight and he is now
All we want to do is come home
All we want to do is come home
What did we do it for
All we want to do is come home
Was it worth it?

@Fogelström! Den där låten om unge Willie McBride är en riktig favorit. Får nästan tårar i ögonen. Jag gillar versionen av The Men They Couldn't Hang bäst. Check it out! För övrigt passar det att läsa boken "Johnny var en ung soldat" av Dalton Trumbo i sammanhanget, men det var ju OT.

Mitt låttips är en låt jag hörde första gången med en grupp som hette The Skids. Den versionen är fortfarande oslagbart bäst -framförd på ett passande värdigt och melankoliskt sätt. Det finns en uppsjö andra varianter, men kolla in The Skids variant alltså. Här kommer låten:

Walzing Mathilda
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 walzed my Mathilda all over

Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling cos there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And sent me away to the war

And the band played walzing mathilda
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
How 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.

Jonny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased 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 Austraila.

But the band played Walzing Mathilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again.

Now, those who were left, well we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for then weary weaks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher

Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And I woke up in my hospital bed
I saw what it had done, Christ, I wish I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying

For I'll go no more waltzing Mathilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Mathilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home, to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla


And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was noone there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity


And the band played Walzing Mathilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and they stared
Then turned all their faces away.

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing the dreams of past glory
The silly old men - all bent stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, 'what are they marching for ?'
And I ask myself the same question

And the band played Waltzing Mathilda
And the old men answer to call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all


Waltzing Mathilda, Waltzing Mathilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Mathilda with me ?
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the blue sky
Who'll come a-waltzing Mathilda with me ?

Mitt bidrag till Dagens låttips. ULf Lundells Under bordet. Förflyttar mig till Mramordalen i Kosovo när jag hör den.


Under bordet

Lägg ditt ben över mitt under bordet
Det är blod på månen i natt
Se soldaten som sitter i hörnet där
Hans händer skakar, hans blick är så matt

Den här handen har aldrig dödat
men den skakar och darrar ändå
Låt den komma till ro, låt den smeka sig sej lugn
mot ditt långa varma lår.

Det sägs att ett folk utan historia
är ett lyckligt folk, så kan det va
Skyddsrummen fylls i europa igen
Nostradamus viskar: vad var det jag sa.

Fulla på slivo höga på hämnd
Kvinnorna skändas, barn utan bröd
Ingen djävel glömd, ingen djävel nämnd.
Fulla på stolthet, höga av död.

Maffia, mördare, blodgalna gangsters
kallar sig hjältar och hyllas av sitt folk
Dom älskar sitt hat, och hatar all kärlek
Druckna på sitt urgamla solk

Lägg ditt ben över mitt under bordet
Det är blod på månen i natt
Gud gav oss sanningen
Djävulen gav oss kyrkorna
Den här världen är en sorglig plats.

Rosa silver över öarna i öster
Vinden doftar friskt av blommor och vår
Låt oss lämna denna unkna inpyrda lokal
Dolska blickar här från alla dunkla vrår.

Kan också rekomendera "far away coast", "wheels of missfortune" och "Last letter home" med Dropkick.

P.s. "St. Patricks day" idag. Drick Guiness och lyssna på schysst irländsk musik!

DKM går alltid hem!
Ikväll blire att bänka sig på en irlänsk pub och dricka gott och sjunga allsång. Eller nåt.

Måste säga att jag fick en liten tår i ögat när jag lyssnade på Green Fields of France. Jag är för övrigt också en stor beundrare av DKM och låtar man borde lyssna på är bland annat:
"Workers Song"
"The Dirty Glass"
"Kiss me, I'm shitfaced"
"Fields of Athenry"
"The Gauntlet"

Från DKM gick jag och fann Flogging Molly, och gillar ni de irlänska inslagen i DKM kan jag starkt rekomendera dessa.

Då kan jag rekomendera, Great big sea, The pouges, och the Mahones också.
Det är något specielt med irländsk musik

Min tur.

Sabaton - Primo victoria

Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the nazi lines
Primo victoria

We've been training for years
Now we're ready to strike
As the great operation begins
We're the first wave on the shore
We're the first ones to fall
Yet soldiers have fallen before

In the dawn they will pay
With their lives as the price
History's written today
In this burning inferno
Know that nothing remains
As our forces advance on the beach

Aiming for heaven though serving in hell
Victory is ours their forces will fall

Through the gates of hell
As we make our way to heaven
Through the nazi lines
Primo victoria

On the 6th of june
On the shores of western europe 1944
D-day upon us

We've been here before
Used to this kind of war
Crossfire grind through the sand
Our orders were easy
It's kill or be killed
Blood on both sides will be spilled

In the dawn they will pay
With their lives as the price
History's written today
Now that we are at war
With the axis again
This time we know what will come

6th of june 1944
Allies are turning the war
Normandy state of anarchy
Overlord

@ Lockwed

hoppsan, det fanns visst redan en Sabaton låt i tråden

"Fields of Athenry" ger mig rysningar varje gång. Och när man lyssnar på låten bör man ha denna berättelse i bakhuvudet:

"Sgt. Andrew Farrar, en marinkårssoldat stationerad i Irak, skrev i sitt sista brev hem att han ville att Dropkick Murphys version av “Fields of Athenry” skulle spelas på hans begravning om någonting hände honom. På sin 31-årsdag, två veckor innan han skulle återvänt hem, under en patrull körde hans fordon in i en kraftledning och han omkom. Sgt. Andrew Farrar överlevdes av fru och två barn, ett år och sex år gamla.

Farrar:s familj kontaktade bandet, som utan förbehållning ställde upp och spelade under begravningen. Den önskade låten, “Fields of Athenry”, spelades samtidigt som kistan bars in i ut ur kyrkan. Bandet använde sedan Farrars historia som grund för låten Last letter home som återfinns på “The Warriors Code”

Riktig snyftarhistoria

Tanka hem lite Tiger Lou, tycker jag.

Allt med TL är jävligt bra!



/normal människa som sällan lyssnar på musik för de stridiga budskapen... :P

Dj Tiesto - Adagio for strings

Jämtlands Nationalsång

Den jämtlänska texten lyder:

Ma går på stigom
å leit oss opp öve backan,
bort milla åkrom opp hitat vållom,
der bjällan pingel skvällt
i jänsmässti.

Ma sir frå höjdom bort mot åsom,
der kjörsan står milla gålom
bort ditat fjällom vår der Skuta
står så gnistrenes vit.

:./.: Fejen så sjong ma att JAMTLAND
DE E LANNE VÅRT!
I tusen år ha ma hadd'e,
håll'e därför hårt.
Ler ta den friheit som fedran ein
gång at oss ga!
Hen ske ma lava å minnes allt,
som fedran oss sa. :./.:


Den svenska texten lyder:

Så tåga vi tillsamman bort
mellan Jämtlands gröna ängar
bort mellan nyland, som prunka
fulla av bröllopsblomsters prakt.

Så skåda vi med gamman hän
över berg i blåa fjärran
hän över sjöar, strömmar, skogar
jämt kring bygder på vakt.

:./.: Fagert är landet som blev
vår lott och arvedel
så firom dess fägring nu
med sång och stråkars spel.
Tändom ånyo det hopp som våra fäder närt!
För slit och mödor av fröjd och sol
ett mått oss beskärt. :./.:

Här har jag ett bra förslag till dagens Låttips!!!!!
Självklart är det Gary Moore med låten Military Man.
Underbar Låt

Mama take a look at your boy,
he's a military man.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's crying.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a soldier.
Mama take a look in his eyes,
they're colder.

Papa take a look at your boy,
he's a military man.
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's dying.
Papa take a look at your boy,
he's fighting.
Mama take a look at your boy,
he's frightened.

They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will.
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why.

Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy.
He's a killer, yeah.

Mama take a look at your boy,
take a look at him now,
take a look at your boy.
He's a soldier, he's colder, he's older, mama.

Mama take a look at your boy,
obey the order.
Mama take a look at your boy,
like a lamb to slaughter.

They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill some day he will.
They have trained your boy to die
and ask no questions why.

One day I will write for you a lovesong, mother.
As the children say: "I love you", please hold me.
And you and I, we will live our life together.
Until that day when we die, I will love you, mother.
I will always love you.

I am writing from this war.
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for.
And have you seen my children?
God bless them, kiss them,
and tell them that I miss them.

See I'm frightened in the dark,
mama, mama.
The blood is ankle deep.
They have trained your boy to kill,
and kill someday he will.
They have trained your boy to die.

Papa take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy,
take a look at your boy.
He's marching,
he's a soldier.

Oh mama, oh mama.
He's on the street.
He's marching to the backbeat.

lite dropkick är aldrig fel!

Eftersom Zevon redan nämnts i sin enda (?) militära sång så får jag ta favvo låt nummer två avseende strid;

Blue Öyster Cult
Veteran of the Psychic Wars
You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
I've been living on the edge so long, where the winds of limbo roar
And I'm young enough to look at, and far too old to see
All the scars are on the inside
I'm not sure that there's anything left of me

Don't let these shakes go on, it's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating up our brains
Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.

You ask me why I'm weary, why I can't speak to you
You blame me for my silence, say it's time I changed and grew
But the war's still going on, dear, and there's nowhen that I know
And I can't stand forever
I can't say if we're ever gonna be free

Don't let these shakes go on, it's time we had a break from it
It's time we had some leave
We've been living in the flames
We've been eating up our brains
Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.

You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars
My energy is spent at last, and my armor is destroyed
I have used up all my weapons, and I'm helpless and bereaved
Wounds are all I'm made of
Did I hear you say that this is victory?

Don't let these shakes go on, it's time we had a break from it
Send me to the rear
Where the tides of madness swell
And men sliding into hell
Oh please, don't let these shakes go on.

Dagens låt tips från mig blir den lite sorliga låten Lilla Sofie med Hep Stars

Lilla Sofie, hon lyser som en sol,
binder en krans av ängsblom och viol,
himlen lyser härligt blå när hon sakta hemåt går,
slår sig ned invid sin grind,
håller kransen mot sin kind

Då hörs en sång, då syns ett moln av damm,
en liten soldat marscherar vägen fram,
han har byxor med revär och han har ett stort gevär,
han marscherar så kavat,
en liten, stor soldat

Lilla Sofie, hon ropar hej på dej
Jag heter Sofie, kom hit och lek med mej
men soldaten svarar då
Nej, jag måste skynda på
jag ska bort till fjärran land
hela världen står i brand

Får jag gå med, jag lovar att va snäll
vi är väl tillbaks här innan det blir kväll
Men han svarar henne då
Det blir långt för dej att gå
stanna här min lilla vän
ty jag kommer snart igen

Dag blir till natt, och månader till år
och lilla Sofie, hon väntar varje vår
men den vind som drar mot nord
kan ge svar men har ej ord
kommer aldrig mer igen
Så hon väntar säkert än :(

jag vet att jag inte varit så lätt att leva med
också jag har dar då allt blir fel
men jag vet att om man inte ger nåt,
får man ingenting igen
och där du tyckte du förlorade i stolhet,
där vann du en vän

se på oss nu, vi står här trots allt
och håller om varann när det blåser kallt
jag vet att jag vill kämpa, jag vet att jag kan
så länge vi har varann

jag vet att det varit dagar, då du undrar om du gjorde rätt
men jag har aldrig sagt till dig att det kommer att bli lätt

så tänd ett ljus och låt det brinna
låt aldrig det vi har försvinna
jag hissar vit flagg och säger förlåt
så ta dig samman och svälj din gråt

se på oss nu, vi står här trots allt
och håller om varann när det blåser kallt
jag vet att jag vill kämpa, jag vet att jag kan
så länge vi har varann

för mig är du det vackraste som finns,
för mig finns inget annat
det finns saker som alltid fortsätter växa,
när allt annat har stannat

se på oss nu, vi står här trots allt
och håller om varann när det blåser kallt
jag vet att jag vill kämpa, jag vet att jag kan
så länge vi har varann........

Ratata "Så länge vi har varann"

Ps. Nästa år så vinner vi Champions League!!

Gör bra tråd. Fler, fler!

Finally recover when the mood is right
Looking up into a neon sky
Child in me takes over, guess it's been too long
Since the last time that I tried to fly

chorus

Finally I find when I lose control
Inside my body crumbles
It's like therapy for my broken soul
Inside my body crumbles

All I need's a moment, chance to get away
From the stressfulness of every day
Know if I don't question and I never doubt
Everything is gonna be okay

Finally I find when I lose control
Inside my body crumbles
It's like therapy for my broken soul
Inside my body crumbles

I dont know if ill be alright
Insecure would be my sign
I dont know if ill be alright
I'll never have to hide
I dont know if ill be alright
Try to live right
I dont know if ill be alright
Now I know its alright

Finally I find when I lose control
Inside my body crumbles
It's like therapy for my broken soul
Inside my body

Finally I find when I lose control
Inside my body crumbles
It's like therapy for my broken soul
Inside my body crumbles


Dry Cell - Body Crumbles

Jag hörde den här låten första gången som ett soundtrack till en hemsnickrad film om USAFs Blue Angels.

Jag letar efter fler låtar som t.ex. Green Fields of France av Pat Woods eller Fields of Athenry, James Galway. Med andra ord, lugna irländska låtar?

När jag ändå frågar. Jag letar efter musiken till världens bästa tv-serie, Sharpe. Någon som vet vart jag kan hitta den? Letat överallt.

Tror du menar Over the hills and far away.

These boots are made for walk in.

Nancy Sinatra

Dagens låttips, lite i stil med Green fields of France:

"1916", Motörhead:

om man gillar konstiga irländska låtar finns det alltid barnacle bill the sailor eller water is alright in tay.

Väcker denna tråd lite lite igen bara för att kolla om jag är den enda härifrån som ska till bernz på söndag och lyssna på DKM.

Om inte annat så gör ni bäst i att köpa biljetter nu innan dom är slut motsv.

Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out
Never knowing you weren't going to be coming down alive
But you still came back for me
You were strong and you believed

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.
Be strong. Believe.

Think about the chance I never had to say
Thank you for giving up your life that day
Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring them down alive
And you still came back for me
You were strong and you believed

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.

(Again today, we take into our hearts and minds those who
perished on this site one year ago, and also those who came
to toil in the rubble to bring order out of chaos, to help us
make sense of our despair)

Wanna hold my wife when I get home
Wanna tell the kids they'll never know how much I love to see them smile
Wanna make a change right here right now
Wanna live a life like you somehow
Wanna make your sacrifice worthwhile

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.

Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Think about the chance I never had to say
Thank you for giving up your life that day

(The world will little note, nor long remember what we say
here, but it can never forget what they did here)

Yellowcard - Believe.


Det här är en riktigt bra låt med ett helt ok budskap. För er som inte har listat ut det, så handlar den om 11 september, men jag gillar den eftersom den inte försöker sprida någon självomkan eller liknande.

Undertecknad var där. Det var stor humor att kvällens matgäster ännu inte hunnit avsluta sin middag när punkkidsen började strömma in i lokalen.

När det gäller ”Green Fields Of France” vill jag, för den som inte har problem med bandets politiska ställningstaganden, rekommendera Skrewdrivers version av låten. Ian Stewart har en fantastisk röst och Skrewdriver spelar strålande Oi!

Själv struntar jag i princip alltid i ett bands eventuella politiska budskap i sin musik, är musiken bra gillar jag ofta bandet. I min skivsamling trängs därför Skrewdriver tillsammans med Billy Bragg, Rage Against The Machine och Strebers.

grym tråd, mera tips önskas, tråden får inte falla i glömska

Helt klart en av de bästa versionerna av låten,
besserwisser som man är: Ian Stuart
Gillar man Skrewdriver men inte deras politiska attityder skall man titta på alla skivor och singlar släppta innan 1982 då Ian & co fortfrande var ett punk/Oi! band.
Hemma trängs de flesta Skrewdriversskivor med flera andra bra Oi! band som tex Perkele och andra bra grupper som slipknot, Motörhead ,Pantera Mfl.

Rekomendera en riktigt bra låt "1916" med Motörhead


Titel: 1916
Album:1916
Grupp:Motörhead

16 years old when I went to war,
To fight for a land fit for heroes,
God on my side, and a gun in my hand,
Counting my days down to zero,
And I marched and I fought and I bled and I died,
And I never did get any older,
But I knew at the time that a year in the line,
Is a long enough life for a soldier,

We all volunteered, and we wrote down our names,
And we added two years to our ages,
Eager for life and ahead of the game,
Ready for history's pages,
And we fought and we brawled and we whored 'til we stood,
Ten thousand shoulder to shoulder,
A thirst for the Hun, we were food for the gun,
And that's what you are when you're soldiers,

I heard my friend cry, and he sank to his knees,
Coughing blood as he screamed for his mother,
And I fell by his side, and that's how we died,
Clinging like kids to each other,
And I lay in the mud and the guts and the blood,
And I wept as his body grew colder,
And I called for my mother and she never came,
Though it wasn't my fault and I wasn't to blame,
The day not half over and ten thousand slain,
And now there's nobody remembers our names,
And that's how it is for a soldier.

Bägge låtarna kan avnjutas här, lite låg ljudkvalitet men å andra sidan lagligt. Låtarna finns längst ned på den länkade sidan. Andra låtar som kan rekommenderas på samma sida är:
"I was only 19" av Redgum
"21 Guns"
"Vietnam War Correspondent" av Eric Bogle


I was only 19:




EDIT: tillägg: Willie McBride finns även i tysk översättning:


och så finns det även ett "svar från McBride":


Källa för tillägget: Källa

Bara för att tillfredställa messerschmittern i mig:

Finns Willie McBride's Reply inspelad av någon? Kan inte hitta den genom mina "källor".

Texten är skriven av Stephen L. Suffett men jag kan inte hitta nån skiva med låten.
Kanske är det mer att se som en dikt eller nåt som mest sjunges av trubadurer på lokala pubar?

Här går det att hitta fler alternativa texter, de flesta verkar vara parodier dock.

Forever och Barroom Hero med Dropkick Murphys måste ju rekomenderas. Och ser man dom live så är ju Never Alone, Curse of a fallen soul och självklart Skinhead on the MBTA, riktiga höjdare.

När det gäller Oi!, så måste man ju tipsa om Close Shave med Stick to your guns.

Cockney Reject kan man ju lyssna in också om man gillar den typen av musik.
http://www.cockneyrejects.net/cr/news.htm

Just nu, Monica Törnell och en vintersaga passar på sinnet.

Text: Ted Ström

En kusttanker som stampar genom drivisen i Kvarken.
Ett träningspass på Ullevi i dis.
Gränsstationen i Torneå, en gumma på en spark.
Landsorts fyr där snöstormen drar in.
Tät snö som gloppar i Mariabergets backar.
Hett och svett på Statt i Härnösand.
En tradare i snörök mellan Kiruna och fjärran
flämtande ljus i Visby hamn

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.


I Malmö rispas dimman av färjornas sirener
Och på andra sidan sundet börjar världen.
En ensam Volvo sliter i motvinden på Tjörnbron
Bion i Pajala ger "Den sista färden"
Lapplandspilen råmar som ett vilddjur genom natten
Gårdarna släcker sina ljus
Ett stormpiskat Marstrand ber sitt Pater Noster
Stockholm city svajar i sitt rus

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.

Tradarfik i Docksta i motorvägens skugga
En överdos på Skärholmens station
Insnöade vägar nånstans på Österlen
Och fyllan växer till på Mommas krog
Frusen törst i kön till stadspuben i Luleå
Frusna drömmar uti monarkin
Kärleken får leva mellan nattskiftet och drömmen
Kärleken går på billigt vin

Det är då som det stora vemodet rullar in
Och från havet blåser en isande, gråkall vind.

Ted Ström

Eftersom det verkar som att det är militärt relaterade låtar som främst gäller måste jag bidra med denna. Andra Världskrigets stora klassiker, men texten gör den inte rättvisa; den bör också höras, den är vacker.


Marléne Dietrich - Lili Marlene


Engelska:

Underneath the lantern, by the barrack gate,
Darling I remember the way you used to wait.
'Twas there that you whispered tenderly,
That you loved me, You'd always be,
My Lili of the lamplight, My own Lili Marlene.

Time would come for roll call, Time for us to part,
Darling I'd caress you and press you to my heart,
And there 'neath that far off lantern light,
I'd hold you tight, We'd kiss good-night,
My Lili of the lamplight, My own Lili Marlene.

Orders came for sailing somewhere over there,
All confined to barracks was more than I could bear;
I knew you were waiting in the street,
I heard your feet, But could not meet,
My Lili of the lamplight, My own Lili Marlene.

Resting in a billet, just behind the line,
Even tho' we're parted, your lips are close to mine.
You wait where that lantern softly gleams.
Your sweet face seems to haunt my dreams.
My Lili of the lamplight, My own Lili Marlene.

My Lili of the lamplight, My own Lili Marlene.


Tyska:

1. Vor der Kaserne
Vor dem großen Tor
Stand eine Laterne
Und steht sie noch davor
So woll'n wir uns da wieder seh'n
Bei der Laterne wollen wir steh'n
Wie einst Lili Marleen. Wie einst Lili Marleen

2. Unsere beide Schatten
Sah'n wie einer aus
Daß wir so lieb uns hatten
Das sah man gleich daraus
Und alle Leute soll'n es seh'n
Wenn wir bei der Laterne steh'n
Wie einst Lili Marleen. Wie einst Lili Marleen.

((3. Schon rief der Posten,
Sie blasen Zapfenstreich
Das kann drei Tage kosten
Kam'rad, ich komm sogleich
Da sagten wir auf Wiedersehen
Wie gerne wollt ich mit dir geh'n
|: Mit dir Lili Marleen. :| ))

4. Deine Schritte kennt sie,
Deinen zieren Gang
Alle Abend brennt sie,
Doch mich vergaß sie lang
Und sollte mir ein Leids gescheh'n
Wer wird bei der Laterne stehen
Mit dir Lili Marleen? Mit dir Lili Marleen?

5. Aus dem stillen Raume,
Aus der Erde Grund
Hebt mich wie im Traume
Dein verliebter Mund
Wenn sich die späten Nebel drehn
Werd' ich bei der Laterne steh'n
Mit dir Lili Marleen? Mit dir Lili Marleen?


Direkt översättning till engelska:

1. At the barracks compound,
By the entry way
There a lantern I found
And if it stands today
Then we'll see each other again
Near that old lantern we'll remain
As once Lili Marleen.

2. Both our shadows meeting,
Melding into one
Our love was not fleeting
And plain to everyone,
Then all the people shall behold
When we stand by that lantern old
As once Lili Marleen.

3. Then the guard to me says:
"There's tap call, let's go.
This could cost you three days."
"Be there in half a mo'."
So that was when we said farewell,
Tho' with you I would rather dwell,
With you, Lili Marleen.

4. Well she knows your foot steps,
Your own determined gait.
Ev'ry evening waiting,
Me? A mem'ry of late.
Should something e'er happen to me,
Who will under the lantern be,
With you Lili Marleen?

5. From my quiet existence,
And from this earthly pale,
Like a dream you free me,
With your lips so hale.
When the night mists swirl and churn,
Then to that lantern I'll return,
As once Lili Marleen.

Icke så milmöpigt kanske men....

Lyssnade en gång på den och tänkte, jaja, det där har man ju hört förut.
Andra lyssningen vart nåja, inte så pjåkigt.
Sedan dess är jag fast!
Rent genialt i vissa stunder.

Vad?

Jo Meat Loafs nyaste, Bat out of hell III!

Låten, "Its all coming back to me now" har jag hört med gruppen Pandoras Box och trodde inte den kunde göras bättre men köttlimpan har verkligen lyckats i en duett med Marion Raven (tror det är hon). Helt outstanding!

Andra höjdare är "In the land of pigs, the butcher is king" och "alive".

Resten av cdn går inte av för hackor heller.

Nu är den här låten ganska hypad för tillfället, men det är verkligen mäktig:

My Chemical Romance - Welcome to the Black Parade:

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.

He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"
He said "Will you defeat them,
your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?"
Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."

When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up,
would you be the saviour of the broken, the beaten and the damned?"

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
And through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know.

We'll carry on,
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it.

A woman sends you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all.
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end
We hear the call

To carry on
We'll carry on
Though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches
On and on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh

Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all

Do or die
You'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
You want it all, you wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
Give a cheer, for all the broken
Listen here, because it's only you
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I'm just a boy, who's meant to sing this song
I'm just a man, I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care

We'll carry on
We'll carry on
Though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
You'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on
(Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
You want it all, you wanna play this part)
[x2]

Har du hittat än?

Den tyska verisionen finns iallafall som downloadprodukt på CDON.COM med artisten Hannes Wader under låttiteln Es ist an der zeit.

Kan klämma in med en låt som mer eller mindre alltid ger mig gåshud när jag hör den på radion här nere (Australien). Låten har mer eller mindre blivit "adopterad" av Australiens Vietnam veteraner som deras "theme song"

Redgum - I was only 19 (A walk in the light green)

Mum and Dad and Danny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal
It was a long march from cadets
The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left

And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean
And there's me in me slouch hat with me SLR and greens
God help me - I was only nineteen

From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months
And we made our tents a home, V.B. and pinups on the lockers
And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub

And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M.16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me - I was only nineteen

A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one on two legs
It was a war within yourself
But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til they had you dusted off
So you closed your eyes and thought about somethin' else

And then someone yelled out "Contact", and the bloke behind me swore
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar
And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon
God help me - he was goin' home in June

I can still see Frankie, drinkin' tinnies in the Grand Hotel
On a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau
And I can still see Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle
'Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row

And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears
And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real-
I caught some pieces in my back, that I didn't even feel
God help me - I was only 19
And can you tell me doctor why I still can't get to sleep
And the Channel 7 chopper chills me to my feet
And what's this rash that comes and goes can you tell me what it means
God help me - I was only nineteen

trollar fram en länk där man kan lyssna på låten.