BLUE OYSTER CULT - "When The War Comes"
"When the bones of our oppressors have turned to dust;
And the cause that we serve rules the world.
In a vision, visitation, all hail the revolution!"
A vision of evo-, revolution.
Armies of the past retreat in the wake of revolution.
A journey to the country of the fourth admission,
A spectacle of awakening light.
The soldiers are baffled but still they fight.
Creator; destroyer; victory; defeat;
I did not come to bring a sleep.
Black flag; red flag; space and time;
The future is my mind.
Judgement day descends upon us after the revolution.
The purge has come to set you free;
On the lips, the light called Truth.
A modest time for victory.
Energy imprisoned will make itself free.
Jan Rasmussen
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| User: "Marvin The Paranoid Android" |
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18 Nov 2006 12:30:39 PM |
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Always Look on the Bright Side of Life (from Monty Python)
by Eric Idle
Some things in life are bad
They can really make you mad
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best...
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps
Don't be silly chumps
Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.
And...always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the light side of life...
For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin
Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.
So always look on the bright side of death
Just before you draw your terminal breath
Life's a piece of *****
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the right side of life...
(Come on guys, cheer up!)
Always look on the bright side of life...
Always look on the bright side of life...
(Worse things happen at sea, you know.)
Always look on the bright side of life...
(I mean - what have you got to lose?)
(You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.
What have you lost? Nothing!)
Always look on the right side of life...
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| User: "Jan Rasmussen" |
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18 Nov 2006 12:45:00 PM |
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"Marvin The Paranoid Android" <marvinparanoidandroid@hotmail.com> skrev i en meddelelse
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Always Look on the Bright Side of Life (from Monty Python)
Good choice, that outlook its needed these days,,,
Jan Rasmussen
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| User: "Werewolfy" |
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18 Nov 2006 02:46:08 PM |
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Marvin The Paranoid Android wrote:
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life (from Monty Python)
by Eric Idle
That reminds me of a poem I came across recently. It's..quite nice
really..;)
Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extra sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbour's
Nor any harder are your labours;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gets tired an' he gets cross,
An' he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an' through,
Why, he's no better off than you.
If whinin' brushed the clouds away
I wouldn't have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o' foes
I'd whine a bit, too, I suppose;
But when I look around an' see
A lot o' men resemblin' me,
An' see 'em sad, an' see 'em gay
With work t' do most every day,
Some full o' fun, some bent with care,
Some havin' troubles hard to bear,
I reckon, as I count my woes,
They're 'bout what everybody knows.
The day I find a man who'll say
He's never known a rainy day,
Who'll raise his right hand up an' swear
In fifty years he's had no care,
Has never had a single blow,
An' never known one touch o' woe,
Has never seen a loved one die,
Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
Has never had a plan go wrong,
But always laughed his way along;
Then I'll sit down an' start to whine
That all the hard luck here is mine.
Better than Elton John..by far!
Werewolfy
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| User: "WH" |
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20 Nov 2006 01:01:31 PM |
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Werewolfy skrev:
Marvin The Paranoid Android wrote:
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life (from Monty Python)
by Eric Idle
That reminds me of a poem I came across recently. It's..quite nice
really..;)
Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extra sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbour's
Nor any harder are your labours;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gets tired an' he gets cross,
An' he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an' through,
Why, he's no better off than you.
If whinin' brushed the clouds away
I wouldn't have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o' foes
I'd whine a bit, too, I suppose;
But when I look around an' see
A lot o' men resemblin' me,
An' see 'em sad, an' see 'em gay
With work t' do most every day,
Some full o' fun, some bent with care,
Some havin' troubles hard to bear,
I reckon, as I count my woes,
They're 'bout what everybody knows.
The day I find a man who'll say
He's never known a rainy day,
Who'll raise his right hand up an' swear
In fifty years he's had no care,
Has never had a single blow,
An' never known one touch o' woe,
Has never seen a loved one die,
Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
Has never had a plan go wrong,
But always laughed his way along;
Then I'll sit down an' start to whine
That all the hard luck here is mine.
Better than Elton John..by far!
Werewolfy
Stop the fuckin' singin' you lot!
WH
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18 Nov 2006 09:23:58 PM |
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Gooday Jan,
These are your dear old Uncle Wally 's TOP 3 fave toons;
HOOROO
UNCLE WALLY
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(1.) War -- by Edwin Starr
War! - huh- yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh
War! =E2=80=93 huh =E2=80=93 yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y=E2=80=99all
War! =E2=80=93 huh =E2=80=93 good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me=E2=80=A6
Ohhh=E2=80=A6 War! I despise
Because it means destruction=E2=80=99
Of innocent lives
War means tears
to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
and lose their lives
I said - War! Huh =E2=80=93 Good God y=E2=80=99all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War! Whoa, Lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me=E2=80=A6
War! It ain=E2=80=99t nothing but a heartbreaker
War! Friend only to the undertaker
War! It=E2=80=99s an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest in the younger generation
Induction then destruction-
Who wants to die?
Ohhh=E2=80=A6 War =E2=80=93 Good God Y=E2=80=99all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it, Say it, Say it
War! Uh-huh =E2=80=93 Yeah - Huh!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me=E2=80=A6
War! It ain=E2=80=99t nothing but a heartbreaker
War! It=E2=80=99s got one friend, that=E2=80=99s the
undertaker
War has shattered many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled bitter and mean
Life is much to precious to spend fighting wars
these days
War can=E2=80=99t give life, it can only take it aw=
ay
War! Huh =E2=80=93 Good God y=E2=80=99all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War! Whoa, Lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me=E2=80=A6
War! It ain=E2=80=99t nothing but a heartbreaker
War! Friend only to the undertaker
Peace Love and Understanding;
tell me, is there no place for them today?
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord knows there=E2=80=99s got to be a better w=
ay
War! Huh =E2=80=93 Good God y=E2=80=99all
What is it good for?
You tell me
Say it, Say it, Say it
War! Huh =E2=80=93 Good God y=E2=80=99all
What is it good for?
Stand up and shout it.
Nothing!
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(2.) It's the end of the world as we know it (& I feel fine) -- by REM
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an
aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own
needs, dummy serve your own needs.
Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder start to clatter
with fear fight down height.
Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a
combat site.
Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your
neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing! Fine, then.
Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do.
Save yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the
rapture and the revered and the right, right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty
psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers.
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.
Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting.
Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier.
Renegade steer clear!
A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide.
Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny
Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it. can't I have some time alone?
It's the end of the world as we know it can't I have some time alone?
and I feel fine...fine...
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it. can't I have some time alone?
It's the end of the world as we know it can't I have some time alone?
and I feel fine...fine...
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(3.) Bad Moon Rising --- by Credence Clearwater Revivial
I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
(CHORUS:)
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.
I hear hurricanes ablowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
(CHORUS)
All right!
Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.
(CHORUS)
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Jan Rasmussen wrote:
BLUE OYSTER CULT - "When The War Comes"
"When the bones of our oppressors have turned to dust;
And the cause that we serve rules the world.
In a vision, visitation, all hail the revolution!"
A vision of evo-, revolution.
Armies of the past retreat in the wake of revolution.
A journey to the country of the fourth admission,
A spectacle of awakening light.
The soldiers are baffled but still they fight.
Creator; destroyer; victory; defeat;
I did not come to bring a sleep.
Black flag; red flag; space and time;
The future is my mind.
Judgement day descends upon us after the revolution.
The purge has come to set you free;
On the lips, the light called Truth.
A modest time for victory.
Energy imprisoned will make itself free.
=20
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Jan Rasmussen
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18 Nov 2006 03:26:50 PM |
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Jan Rasmussen wrote:
BLUE OYSTER CULT - "When The War Comes"
"When the bones of our oppressors have turned to dust;
And the cause that we serve rules the world.
In a vision, visitation, all hail the revolution!"
A vision of evo-, revolution.
Armies of the past retreat in the wake of revolution.
A journey to the country of the fourth admission,
A spectacle of awakening light.
The soldiers are baffled but still they fight.
Creator; destroyer; victory; defeat;
I did not come to bring a sleep.
Black flag; red flag; space and time;
The future is my mind.
Judgement day descends upon us after the revolution.
The purge has come to set you free;
On the lips, the light called Truth.
A modest time for victory.
Energy imprisoned will make itself free.
Jan Rasmussen
So Don't fear the Reaper does not figure?
LB
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| User: "Werewolfy" |
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18 Nov 2006 06:25:50 PM |
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wrote:
So Don't fear the Reaper does not figure?
Oh it does, Leigh...God but it does.
No, the poem is just about the equality of things not about the
concluding part. If you care for some Dylan Thomas, well, he puts it
rather nicely;
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Werewolfy
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| User: "Werewolfy" |
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18 Nov 2006 10:48:22 AM |
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Jan Rasmussen wrote:
BLUE OYSTER CULT - "When The War Comes"
The last one was meaningless nonsense from Elton John.
This one looks to be carrying a profound message, but sadly, I have no
idea what that message might be. Could you find some lyrics that make
sense?
Werewolfy
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| User: "Jan Rasmussen" |
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18 Nov 2006 12:37:23 PM |
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"Werewolfy" <Werewolfy1@yahoo.co.uk> skrev i en meddelelse news:1163868502.005448.175730@m73g2000cwd.googlegroups.com...
Jan Rasmussen wrote:
BLUE OYSTER CULT - "When The War Comes"
The last one was meaningless nonsense from Elton John.
This one looks to be carrying a profound message, but sadly, I have no
idea what that message might be. Could you find some lyrics that make
sense?
Mhm, what about those too,,,
Iced Earth - Prophecy
I can see clearly now, a painful vision indeed
An attack on hallowed ground, from high above
Alien to us, the species known as man
A serious threat, in the eyes of the Elder
So heed my warning, before our own existence falls near extinct
Our culture is lost in ancient mystery, covered in the sands of time
A sacred few survive the massacre this night
In secret they will meet a new society
Ten thousand years from now, a child will be born
I've seen the vision, the writing on the wall
He'll walk the Earth, two thousand years or more
Paving the way, for mankind's fall
So there is hope you see, but we must act with great speed
Assemble the chosen, the ones to lead, and morph them in the likeness of man
Oppressed for centuries, await the prophecy
The child will set us free, reclaim it rightfully
We'll take their identity and live among them free
All the while, plotting events that mold their history
We'll build the perfect beast with the knowledge that they seek
If it takes ten thousand years, we never will retreat
Assassins we will be, through human history
Jesus Christ to Kennedy, the Domino Decree
Disciples of the Watch, prepare the coming curse
If it takes ten thousand years, we never will retreat
And so, our world is doomed, we'll lay claim again some day
There is hope, in the birth of one, so many centuries away
*******
Bob Dylan - Masters of war
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
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Jan Rasmussen
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18 Nov 2006 12:58:56 PM |
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"Jan Rasmussen" <1@2.3> skrev i en meddelelse news:455f53c7$0$15874$edfadb0f@dtext01.news.tele.dk...
Bob Dylan - Masters of war
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masters_of_War
Masters Of War is a song by Bob Dylan, written in 1963
Dylan played the song in Oshkosh, Wisconsin on the night of the US Presidential election in 2004.
I wonder why. ;-)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnam_War
Jan Rasmussen
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