TRIBUTE - For the Brave Men and Women - This is your song!

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TRIBUTE - For the Brave Men and Women - This is your song!

#1  Postby MattHunX » Mar 05, 2010 11:56 am

Hypnogaja - The March

Lyrics:

The March

I've seen the end ahead
But I still keep marching on
Nowhere to go but off the edge
All sense we had is gone
We do just what we are told
No matter what's been done
No consequence, no aftermath
No tell of what's to come

We march along
Don't care who's wrong
We still stand strong
And keep marching on
Although we're one
Under the gun
While you're at home
We march alone

All our leaders walk away
When there's nowhere left to run
And they leave us standing there
To hold a smoking gun
I don't wanna fight this war
No more, I don't know
What I'm really fighting for
What's it all for?

Lies you feed us
To mislead us
All just to bleed us
Now we're dying
From your lying
Why are you smiling?

With skill you kill
All our free will
We'll follow strong
And keep marching on


A music video with the song and war footage:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZ6Y2sXlqeo[/youtube]

The original:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W87JIeoZjsw[/youtube]
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Re: TRIBUTE - For the Brave Men and Women - This is your son

#2  Postby Apollonius » Mar 14, 2010 12:05 pm

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Healing the sick, casting out demons, and raising the dead since the first century...
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Re: TRIBUTE - For the Brave Men and Women - This is your son

#3  Postby MattHunX » Mar 14, 2010 12:23 pm

Apollonius wrote:Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned out backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!--An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.


Maybe I'm mistaken, but I recently heard Hitchens quoting this at a meeting Emory University on February 26, 2010, where he met with Salman Rushdie.
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