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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".

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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

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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

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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

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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...

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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?

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@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 ?

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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.

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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.

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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"

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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 :blink:

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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 :)

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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"

 

"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 :lala:

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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. :./.:

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Här har jag ett bra förslag till dagens Låttips!!!!!

Självklart är det Gary Moore med låten Military Man.

Underbar Låt :happy:

 

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.

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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.

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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 :(

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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!!

 

:)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

 

"1916", 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 & 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 tell 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.

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