Δαι μουσικές (daeman's tunes)

[daeman]

Καλοστρατιά στον Τομ Λέρερ.

We Will All Go Together When We Go

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[daeman]

If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full, may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow

You, who choose to lead, must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home

 

[daeman]

Καλοστρατιά του.

I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ To Die Rag - Country Joe McDonald

Yeah, come on, all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Iran
So put down your books and pick up a gun
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
Next stop is Tehran
And it's five, six, seven
Open up the pearly gates
Well, there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die

Well, come on, generals, let's move fast
Your big chance has come at last
Gotta go out and get those reds
The only good Muslim is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
Next stop is Tehran
And it's five, six, seven
Open up the pearly gates
Well, there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die

Well, come on, Wall Street, don't move slow
Why, man, this is war a-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb
They drop it on to damn Iran

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
Next stop is Tehran
And it's five, six, seven
Open up the pearly gates
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die

Well, come on, mothers, throughout the land
Pack your boys off to Iran
Come on, fathers, don't hesitate
Send 'em off before it's too late
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn
Next stop is Tehran
And it's five, six, seven
Open up the pearly gates
Well, there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die

 

[daeman]

Boots on the Ground - Massive Attack / Tom Waits

Big legs dangle from a helicopter hole
Big chug rhythm it’s gotta be now ho!
Brown, mean and young
Dumb and full of cum
What can you use a marine for
This is a fucking ass machine gun war

With your boots on the ground
Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground

We trim your hedges, we fight your wars
Wait in the trenches, and we fuck ‘til we’re sore

Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground

Born shiny bullets in an army of ants
Blow that horn, we sleep in our pants
Big titties, big titties
Well we holler and we burn down cities

Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground

Shootin up the town
Stayin in the hole until Jimmy Hoffa is found
With my boots on the ground

Well something goes tink when the cartridge is spent
Where do you think all your cartilage went

Boots on the ground
Boots on the ground

Now who the hell are these federal pricks?
Hiding in the senate like a bloated ass tick
Air conditioned fuckstick loafers
Sittin in a room full of army posters

A coal to a diamond, a vote into law
They Campaign up all the blood they can draw
Mold your world, a soldier’s just clay
How much does every soldier weigh?
Cut you off at the ankles and they throw that away

Boots on the ground

It’s cold and hot, as Satan’s hoof
Spinning on the world I’m hiding on a roof
I kill a brown man I never ass knew
Choked on spit and then he turned blue
He spattered black blood, he rolled fin out
He died right here, I got the pearl from his snout
A puff of gray smoke from the tongue of a cloud
He rotted in the sand and all that they found was his
boots on the ground, boots on the ground, boots on the ground

All that they found was his boots on the ground, boots on the ground