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The Warhols - War
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They were all taught how to kill their enemy for their country
How to eat snakes and swear not to run
Stand tall and straight as your battle flag unfurls
How to sing songs about the love he left behind, about his girl
Well it rained all the way to Texas
When we joined this stupid war
We had no land, no homestead
No moonshine in our jar
And folks who cried when we left
Never said, “good luck, be well”
This was long before some bright poet stated
“War is hell”
Hell is every mother’s fear
And every father’s dream
The taste of blood never leaves your mouth
The fear never leaves your brain
And the good don’t always die young
All the soldiers firing guns
At some other mother’s son
And god help the kid that beats
On that goddamn drum
All the kids on both sides
Were once kids playing in some field
Until someone said
“Hey! Come die for your country”
Hell is every mother’s fear
And every father’s dream
The taste of blood never leaves your mouth
The fear never leaves your brain
And the good don’t always die young
Now the battlefields have grown over with weeds
Politicians never have all they need
The skies above are once again blue
Peace rules the world we once knew
Hell is every mother’s fear
And every father’s dream
The taste of blood never leaves your mouth
The fear never leaves your brain
War is every mother’s fear
And every fathers’s dream
The taste of blood never leaves your mouth
The fear never leaves your brain
Hell is war
War is hell
And the good don’t always die young
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I'm just another Lovesick Cowgirl from the great Midwest
I'm so tired of Lovesick Cowboys, I need a little rest
All day long I see people in their cars on the highway
People going somewhere now, and I will someday..
And I believe that love should be unforgiving
And I believe that love should be not unwilling to bend
I want you to come and ride this road with me
But I'm just so damn tired of you talkin' down to me
We just aren't where I want you and me to be
I need some sunshine and I want to be free..
And I believe that love should be unforgiving
I believe that love should be not unwilling
I have been in love before, and I could give a little more
I will be in love again but not if I am unwilling to bend...
And I believe that love should be unforgiving
I believe that love should be not unwilling
I have been in love before, and I could give a little more
I will be in love again but not if I am unwilling to bend...
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Me and my buddies always hung around
The boxcars of the freight train down on our side of the little town
We watched boxcars of stuff all going some place we’d never seen
We were gonna go to those places in our boxcars filled with our dreams
The boxcars of colors
Bright red and yellow, blue, black and green
And all the other colors of the rainbow
The rainbows of our dreams
The boxcars lumbered through the Alabama-Mississippi Line
And all points in between
Traveling to the West Coast and the East Coast
On our boxcars filled with our dreams
The colors were so many, sunset and sunrise
All the colors seen through a smiling pirate’s eyes
A pirate who had seen all the colors of the old man’s memories
And all the colors a young dreamer has ever seen
Yellow, red, black, purple and green
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Rock Island and Wisconsin Line through the great Midwest
Like a sailor with tattoos of all the places on his chest
Colors on the boxcar yellow, red, blue, purple and green
All the colors of the land, from California to the East Coast of Maine
Years rolled by on a track of steel
Steel never fails
Like an airplane or a rocket
Faster than you can see
Like a million tons of coal from the earth that was once drained
Last night I looked down from a big airplane
I saw stars as they washed over the trains leaving town
And they see, once upon a time
Schedules read by small red lights
A fancy dining car with a chef of grand degree
Comfortable feather beds to rest your sleepy eyes to dream
And riding in the first class an old man, fast asleep
Dreaming of those young boy dreams
And in the end, a bright red light hangs loosely from a caboose….
That’s me
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You keep screaming at me so indignantly
About what a fool I am to never see
The Truth if it bit me
I wouldn’t know the Truth if it hit me
Like a runaway train in the pouring rain
I wouldn’t know the Truth
I asked a lady named Ruth about the Truth
She said it ain’t nothin but me, with a “T”
I wouldn’t know the Truth if it bit me
I wouldn’t know the Truth if it hit me
Like a runaway train in the pouring rain
I would’t know the Truth
I saw it once on Cottage Hill Road
On a big grey rumbling bus there was a load of the
The Truth if it bit me
I wouldn’t know the Truth if it hit me
Like a runaway train in the pouring rain
I would’t know the Truth
It was clear as day, it said
T.R.U.T.H. Red
Some days are sunshine, some days are rain
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you gain
The Truth if it bit me
I wouldn’t know the Truth if it hit me
Like a runaway train in the pouring rain
I would’t know the Truth
Like a runaway train in the pouring rain
I would’t know the Truth
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“En las montañas de Colombia hay una leyenda
Un padre joven la canta a su hijo recién nacido
Él canta sobre el costo de la libertad
Hoy en esas montañas
Si estas quieto puedes oír el susurro del viento
Y puedes oír al padre cantar
Y sentir la libertad que Andres hechiza en el viento”
When Andres was a child, he would hear his father sing
About the freedom, like the spirit of the bird on the wing
(he would sing)
Ride Andres ride, like a spirit of the winds
Ride Andres ride, you ride like a whisper in the wind
Ride Andres ride
Ride Andres ride, through this warm summers night
Ride Andres ride, tell the General of our plight
Without guns we can not fight
The rebel thieves of the night
The rebels came while Andres rode
They found the villagers in their homes
They destroyed all the crops
They burned all the farms
Ride Andres ride
Ride Andres ride
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Casey Campbell Berlin, Germany
Alabama boy in Berlin. Cinematographer and music lover!
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