Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Muttley Date: 09 Dec 06 - 06:06 AM Hey Catters You'll probably all hate me for this one, but Billy Ray Cyrus did a "ripper" called "Some Gave All" - it SORT of atones for Achy Breaky Heart - no scratch that; NOTHING but the Lake of Fire could atone for THAT thing. Beautiful song, though - Some Gave All, NOT ABH. Two Aussie Vietnam songs are: "I was Only 19" by Redgum (already mentioned) and is a true story about a Vietnam Vet who lost his best mate to a land mine and has spent his own life since in a wheelchair. The second is by Cold Chisel and is called "Khe Sahn" which tells of the Vietnam Vets 'inability to settle'. It's a stereotype as many Vets DID settle down again; but there were many who didn't. I spent 10 years as the 'Padre' to the Vietnam Veterans Motorcycle Club in Australia - started as the Victorian Padre and ended up after a "Mass Run" to Canberra as the National Padre. In that time (and since) I've had addressed them many times at functions and unveilings, I've married a couple off and unfortunately buried about 7 - one road accident - two Agent Orange victims (Cancer: Non Hodgkins Lymphoma - - - I can still hear the official lines -But guys! Agent Orange is Harmless!!! Yeah, so's Cyanide so long as you don't come into contact with it), The rest were suicides. The biggest fight I ever had with my dad was over the Vietnam War. He was having a go at my role as Padre and mentioned in passing that "It wasn't a real war". I went 'ballistic'!!! to put it VERY mildly and began quoting "time spent at front for VV's versus the same figure for WW2 Vets. People got shot and bombed and died, suicide rates, etc etc etc. - that's a real war Needless to say - being very articulate - dad was very cowed and apologised (weeks later, of course - and obscurely, but being a stoic Scot, that was to be expected and the best one could hope for) Since that time Dad has been a lot more supportive of Vets and compassionate toward them (one win however small is a good one). A very obscure song was one written by a mate of mine and was called "God Bless the Vets" and was written, primarily for the VVMC members of Australia. Anyway; I had two cousins served there, I grew up around Vets, almost every second or third bloke I worked with in the Ambulance Service was a Viet Vet, so I grew up with an appreciation of what those lads did over there and how they have suffered since coming home. They are the salt of the earth and good men and women. God Bless The Vets. Muttley |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Rapparee Date: 09 Dec 06 - 09:24 AM Don't forget Eric Bogle's "The War Correspondent." One of the most powerful songs about Vietnam I've heard. And there's also "And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda." The lines "...But nobody cheered/They just stood there and stared/And they turned all their faces away" gets every vet I know right in the heart. |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Muttley Date: 11 Dec 06 - 12:47 AM Pity that last one's about WW1 though |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,Gene Date: 11 Dec 06 - 12:56 AM If you have never had the oportunity to visit the Vietnam War Memorial or the half-size replica Moving Wall, you should the next chance you get... there are literally thousands of stories of Heroes of the Vietnam War era. If you visit either of the above Sites, i guarentee you will not come away dry eyed. http://www.virtualwall.org/units/hill996.htm |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Rapparee Date: 11 Dec 06 - 08:48 AM Yes, I've been to The Wall. And Muttley -- a good song touches chords as long as its sung. Wilfred Owen's poem "Dulce et Decorum Est" is also about WW1 but it speaks quite eloquently to Iraq veterans I know as well as it did when it was published. If you can get 'Nam vets to talk, as them if they think that Vietnam Veterans were screwed by the government and the American people as a whole -- if "they turned all their faces away." But this is about music, not politics. I'll ask my brother, who speaks North Vietnamese, if he knows any songs from the Vietnamese point of view. |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Charley Noble Date: 11 Dec 06 - 09:37 PM I've been to The Wall as well, and not because I served in Vietnam but we were all a part of the experience. There's still a mixture of guilt and rage that I feel, guilt that I managed to avoid combat, and rage that others were involved in a costly war that our leaders should never have involved us in. And it's true that a good song about any war can reach those who are involved in a current war. That's why current soldiers in Iraq are making up new verses to "Revelry of the Dying." God help those who are the rear guard when it comes to the final evacuation. Charley Noble |
Subject: Lyr Add: WHITE BOOTS MARCHING IN A YELLOW LAND From: Greg F. Date: 11 Dec 06 - 09:52 PM "Draft Dodger Rag" is Ochs, not Paxton. Then there's: **** WHITE BOOTS MARCHING IN A YELLOW LAND (Phil Ochs) The pilot's playing poker in the cockpit of the plane; The casualties are rising like the dropping of the rain. And a mountain of machinery will fall before a man When you're white boots marching in a yellow land. Chorus: Red blow the bugles of the dawn. The morning has arrived you must be gone. And the lost patrol chase their chartered souls Like old whores following tired armies. It's written in the ashes of the village towns we've burned. It's written in the empty beds of fathers unreturned. And the chocolate in the children's eyes will never understand When you're white boots marching in a yellow land. Chorus Train them well the men who will be fighting by your side, And never turn your back if the battle turns the tide, For the colors of a civil war are louder than commands When you're white boots marching in a yellow land. Chorus Blow them from the forest and burn them from your sight Tie their hands behind their backs and question through the night But when the firing squad is ready, they'll be spitting where they stand At the white boots marching in a yellow land. Chorus The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage. The raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a cage. Oh! We're fighting in a war we lost before the war began. We're the white boots marching in a yellow land. Chorus © Phil Pchs and also **** JIMMY CLAY (Patrick Sky) When you walk down the street, who will follow you? Six o'clock, it's getting late. The moon it is rising as the sticky dew Molds on the ground by the gate.
With your rifle on your shoulder as you walk along
And remember Alice Fay, good old Alice Fay?
And your face is growing moldy where they kissed your cheek |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE PARTY (Phil Ochs) From: Rapparee Date: 11 Dec 06 - 10:12 PM You're right, Greg, and I realized that about a day or so ago and meant to correct it. Paxton has enough to hold his own. I think that this is also about Vietnam and what it did to and what became in America: The Party by Phil Ochs The fire breathing Rebels arrive at the party early, Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur. Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the men. Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour. And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume, She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings. And she asks "How are you" as she offers them a drink, The Countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink. And she promises to talk to you if you promise not to think. And my shoulders had to shrug, as I crawled beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Beauty of the hour is blazing in the present, She surrounds herself with those who would surrender. Floating in the flattery she's a trophy-prize, caressed. Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed. And she's staring down their desires, while they're staring down her dress. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. The egos shine like lightbulbs, so bright you cannot see them, Blind each other blinder than a sandbox. All the fury of an argument, holding back their yawns, A challenge shakes the chandeliers, the selfish swords are drawn. To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers-on. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. They travel to the table, the host is served for supper, And they pass each other for salt and pepper. And the conversation sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine, Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will dine. Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying: "Darling you tasted divine." And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. The Wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure. She'd love to dance and prays that no one asks her. Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair. And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their fears. Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionnaire. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone, Searching for one hundred and eleven. And he's charming as a child as he leads them to the web, Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head. Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. The party must be over, even the Losers are leaving. But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind: So I snuck up close behind me and I gave myself a kiss, And I led myself to the mirror to expose what I had missed. There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Muttley Date: 14 Dec 06 - 07:51 AM Rapaire: You are absolutely 100% correct. A good song does, indeed speak to the heart irrespective of whichever battleground the lyrics refer to. I have a habit of singing "No Man's Land: The Green Fields of France" with the peculiar emphasis on vocals as done by 'The Dropkick Murphy's' - not as Bogle himself does it (Though I am truer to Bogle's lyrics than the 'Murphy's' are) and then relating it to the young men who have since served in more recent conflicts up to and including Iraq Mark II. My daughter's partner is also a 'Vet; but of Somalia - he arrived in 'The Mog' (Mogadishu) about 3 - 4 weeks following the events depicted in "Blackhawk Down" and his regiment virtually stepped off their plane and into a shit-fight. I have always said I had no desire to visit the US - simply because there was nothing there that really attracted me EXCEPT to visit: the American Museum of Natural History in New York (for the dinosaur hall); The Grand Canyon and Dinosaur National Park and maybe one or two dinosaur quarries in the Mid-West(though I'm more attracted by the dinosaur sites of Canada). But in the past decade I have had an increasingly HUGE drive to visit 'The Wall' in Washington DC as well - if only in homage to my Aussie Viet Vet mates and their 'Yank' counterparts. One of the most moving images I have ever seen and one which can still bring me to tears in an instant (I'm feeling teary as I write this now, thinking about it) is a bandanna, jeans and jacket-clad old Vet leaning against the wall with his right hand peering at names and instead of his reflection, there is the image of one of his dead mates clad in his 'Jungle Greens' standing inside the wall itself with his left hand upraised palm-to-palm with his reminiscing / grieving mate who has to go on carrying the load. God Bless the Vets - ALL of 'em Muttley |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Rapparee Date: 14 Dec 06 - 09:10 AM Yeah, I know the picture, Muttley. All vets carry that load, all vets, whether in combat or not, touch those who died there. That's the purpose of The Wall -- the dead touching the living. |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,Huw Date: 14 Dec 06 - 11:07 AM How about remembering the one million Vietnamese peasants and townspeople who were killed in the war...and the many others who were maimed,tortured,or displaced.The Vietnamese called it the American War and they are still suffering from the effects of Agent Orange, environmental damage, scattered munitions and landmines and the pyschological and cultural damage of the war etc. Huw |
Subject: Lyr Add: NAME ON A WALL (Sharon E. Abbott) From: SharonA Date: 14 Dec 06 - 02:23 PM Here's one of the three songs I've written about it (PM me if you want a recording)... NAME ON A WALL All you are, after all, is a name on a wall, Just a name between names on a stone. Yet somebody may come who will find himself numb To the numberless names save your own And his eyes will there linger, he'll reach out a finger Across the dark letters to crawl Just as others have traced other names they have faced With the fingers they've touched to the wall. Though your name is asleep on a black granite sheet, You awake in the minds of your friends Who have all come to call to read names on a wall Just to see who has come to his end And they stand, swapping stories concerning the war And the dead man they fondly recall. They're a fitting memorial, warm and corporeal At the cold stone of the wall. Through the twistings of fate, I was born years too late To know anyone's name on the list. If the two or three veterans whom I have met Are an inkling of what I have missed, Then, name, I mourn for you and the other names, too, For these vets are the best of us all And I wish I knew why the best flew off to die And to chisel their names on a wall. There's no man who dares tell me the depths of the hell He had plumbed with you there in that fight So I'm left in the dark till an offhand remark Brings another grim detail to light. When the veterans too are as lifeless as you are, Who'll know then what caused you to fall? Who will know you as more than just some man of war Who became just a name on a wall? Copyright 1998 Sharon E. Abbott All rights reserved |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Rapparee Date: 14 Dec 06 - 02:49 PM Whether the article here on Hanoi's 300,000 MIAs is true or not I can't say. I can only know of my friends. |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Muttley Date: 14 Dec 06 - 06:49 PM Huw - does that figure count the (well over) 400,000 peasants, townspeople etc that were butchered by the North Vietnamese for "collaborating" with the westerners. Australian troopers regularly came across villages and paddies in their patrol zones where NVA and VC operatives had come in ahead of them and slaughtered every living thing (down to the bloody oxen, goats and pigs) because that village was not seen to be 'oppositional' to the 'invaders'. Remember these things: 1. The American and Australian lads who served in Vietnam were predominantly draftees and conscripts (to use the relevant terms for eacg nation) - they weren't there because they wanted to be. 2. The forces of those two countries were there because the government of Sth Vietnam ASKED for that military assistance. Finally - does your "over 1,000,000" figure count the retributive slaughter that took place all across Sth Vietnam following the withdrawal of those same Aussie and US soldiers. hundreds of thousands were butchered after the fall of the South post withdrawal in 1975 - especially in places like Saigon (now Ho Chi Minh City), Hue, and the coastal and 'R&R' bases the Aussies used such as Phan Rang and Vung Tau. Frankly, it was probably people like yourself that threw blood, excrement and red paint on returning soldiers and called them 'Baby Killer'. No one denies the death of Vietnamese non-combatants and no-one regrets the occurrence more than those sent to try to stem the "Communist Threat" as it was seen at the time in government eyes. However, don't villify or denigrate the poor bastards on the ground for things they had little control over - yes My Lai was an outright massacre by westerners - no-one is making excuses for that. But for every My Lai (and that was the worst of only a few incidents) there were literally HUNDREDS of such massacres by NVA and VC soldiers. If you will - watch the film "Rules of Engagement". In this movie, Samuel L Jackson's character is put on trial as a scapegoat for a massacre in a Middle Eastern city which occurs during an Embassy 'Hot Extraction'. He is being set up by an unscrupulous government official. In the course of trying to destroy his character, an ex-North Vietnamese officer is brought in to give evidence that during an earlier tour of duty as a young Marine Lieutenant in Vietnam, Jackson's character executed an unarmed radio operator to force his superior officer (the ex NV officer brought in) to break off contact - it worked. However, Tommy Lee Jones' character, defending Jackson's, then asks the ex-NVA Colonel "Would you have done the same thing in the same circumstances?" After the suitable dramatic pause, the ex-colonel answers "YES". Though the film is fictional, THAT INCIDENT was a documented one! Since you are so concerned about the "1,000,000 innocents" how about saddling up something closer to home to ride - I am guessing from the spelling of your name you are Welsh (read, British): If that's the case - when is Britain going to reparate the over 100,000 who perished in the Dresden bombings and firestorms, not to mention Cologne, Munich etc. Oh, sorry - they were the enemy! Those people who never used or picked up a gun, fired an AA weapon, manned a searchlight and who were too cowed by a system based on terrorising its own people to be even capable of resisting it. People in glass houses. Huw. This dialogue was NEVER about innocent victims - it was about music and the people close to us who lived the experience and are STILL suffering from it. Yes Vietnamese people are still dying as a result of Agent Orange - so did my two mates for whom I had to conduct the burial / funeral services. So did the baby girl - daughter of a Viet Vet who helped load and unload Agent Orange in Phan Rang and got it splashed on himself - whose severe birth defects were the result of genetic disturbance as a result of Agent Orange poisoning - she was also my God-daughter. Try conducting a burial for your own God-child whose death was the result of government irresponsibility 30 years ago and remain detached. There are still innocent victims dying and killing themselves due to Vietnam today all across America and Australia. Have I said enough - probably TOO much. Muttley |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Muttley Date: 14 Dec 06 - 06:59 PM Now you can see why I was Padre to the Vets over here - I am passionate about their plight and VERY protective of them. BTW - average suicide rate among returning Vets from all wars in the 20th Century up to and including Vietnam - approximately 6% Suicide rate among returning Vets NOT including Vietnam Vets: 3-4% Suicide rate among Vietnam Vets: between 12 and 15% Austaralia lost about 520 KIA in Vietnam - in the years since, more than 5,000 have suicided - that's ten times as many KIA. NO other war can claim THAT kind of retributive factor on its Vets - not even the horrific and barbaric World War One - though it's KIA rate was appallingly high and unnecessary. Muttley |
Subject: Lyr Add: BIG TIME IN THE JUNGLE (Old Crow Medicine From: GUEST Date: 30 May 08 - 03:18 PM Thanks to Mick for that stunning post in the first thread. Yep. >From: Scoville >Date: 05 Dec 06 - 10:56 AM >OCMS "Eutaw" This is Old Crow Medicine Show and the song is "Big Time In The Jungle" (they have an album called Eutaw as well which could be confusing. This track is from O.C.M.S. ) Down in Eutaw, Alabama in 1965 A young man 'bout 21, no different than you or I He's catchin' catfish, and gettin' drunk But Uncle Sam called, he called him up Sent him out to Vietnam That young man Got his life turned upside down Turned his smile into a frown Robbed that king of his crown For an ideal he didn't even know about He was gamblin' at the wagon when that army man showed up And he flashed that pen and paper And ol' Flukie he signed up There's gonna be a big time in the jungle Gonna be a firefight Gonna be a rumble Send me out to Vietnam I'll fight ten men I got nothin' left in the States for me I wanna see the world you see I know that Uncle Sam needs me To fight for an ideal I know nothing about Oh the drop point was dusty and the drill sergeant was loud And he could not see the corpses for the ragin' dust cloud Grab your duffle bags, head to the checkpoint Welcome to Vietnam, boys, you're in for a hell of a fight Take it from the ones who know The army moves slow Hurry up and wait, don't sleep late And learn to hate your brother Before you hate your foe On patrol out in the rice fields, them choppers flew low Glancing for the hand signal to tell you where to go Then the bombs started fallin' And they pounded his brain And he thought about Eutaw and who was to blame For sendin' him to Vietnam |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,cStu Date: 30 May 08 - 03:19 PM that was me |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Rog Peek Date: 30 May 08 - 04:47 PM PHIL OCHS Talking Vietnam Viet Nam The War Is Over We Seek No Wider War White Boots Marching In A Yellow Land Rog |
Subject: Lyr Add: BOONAROO (Don Henderson) From: mark gregory Date: 30 May 08 - 05:55 PM In 1967 Australian seamen manned the Australian National Line M.V.s Boonaroo and Jeparit sailing to Vietnam 'under strong protest'. In the case of the Boonaroo, which had already completed one round trip, the crew's continued hostility to the war in Vietnam, and the friendly contacts they established with Australian troops engaged in the war became a small part of Australian history. Like many Australian unions, the Seamen's Union of Australia was an important part of the attempts to stop the war and bring the troops home. The seaman and folksinger Geoff Wills recorded this song on the 1968 Don Henderson LP "One Out". That recording is also on the MUA Centenary CD "With These Arms". Boonaroo was one of eight Australian songs in the "The Vietnam Songbook", compiled and originally published in 1969 by Barbara Dane and Irwin Silber. At the 2003 New York celebration concert of the book and other protest songs (the concert was itself a protest against the new war looming ... the invasion of Iraq), American singer Dan Zanes sang "Boonaroo". So a song written to stop one war was much later used at a concert that was part of the attempt to stop another war! Boonaroo A song by Don Henderson©1968 Don Henderson Chorus Oh, who will man the Boonaroo? Who will sail her, be the crew, sailing on the Boonaroo? Is there food and is there store to feed the hungry, clothe the poor? In this world their number isn't few. In her cargo would you find any way for one mankind, sailing on the Boonaroo? Is there bandage by the reel? Is there medicine to heal? Christ knows, there's healing work to do. In her cargo would you find any way for one mankind, sailing on the Boonaroo? Would the hull be filled with material to build, perhaps a bridge for a world that's split in two? In her cargo would you find any way for one mankind, sailing on the Boonaroo? Or jam-packed in the hold, is there grief and death untold and asked "Why?" have to answer true. In her cargo would you find any way for one mankind, sailing on the Boonaroo? hear the song online at http://unionsong.com/u260.html |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST, Guest Sue Date: 25 Sep 09 - 05:14 PM Hello to everyone here. This morning I started looking up song lyrics and somehow stumbled upon this thread. It was only out of curiosity that I started reading through the postings and was about to quit when I came across Big Mick's post about his experience. Thank you for sharing this story. I was about 11 years old when the Vietnam War started. Although my world was more about Barbies and roller skates there are parts of that time that effected me more than I thought. Music was one of those things and who would have guessed that the old tunes would have a unifying impact on so many. My older brother went to Vietnam with the 101st Airborne Div, Screaming Eagles, yet to this day he will not talk about what he experienced there. He was there after Hamburger Hill so I have no idea where he would have been stationed. He won't tell me. I remember getting a phone call from him one day (I was 14 at the time.) and he told me he had been wounded in the leg and was sent to Ramstein, Germany. He insisted I keep this a secret even from his wife and to this day I'm still the only one who knows this, but I don't understand all the secrecy and he still won't talk about it. He, too, came back a changed man. He used to be a lot of fun to be with and spent time with his younger siblings but when he finally returned home he drank a lot and did drugs to the point it ruined his marriage and many family ties. One thing that really stood out was that haunted expression in his eyes. There were several young men and women from our neighborhood that went to fight in that war. A couple of them never saw their hometown again and more than a few came back wounded but all came back bearing that same look in their eyes. One young man that I remember lived across the street from us. He was so handsome and I remember him as being my first crush. He came home missing both his legs and part of his left arm. I remeber watching his sister pushing him around in a wheelchair and seeing most notably how people reacted to him. Some would smile at him and talk to the sister over his head or they would avert their eyes and walk past, head turned away. Some even crossing the street to avoid him. Then one day he was gone. I didn't see him or his sister and no one seemed to know if he had died or not. But there must have been something in that young man far bigger than what the war had done to him. Because one day he was back. I'll never forget the first time I saw him walk outside on artificial limbs. There was no stopping him then. He worked hard and held on to what the war had tried to take away from him. My other brother, Danny who was a year older than me one day showed me a bracelet he was wearing. It was sometime just after the war had ended in 1974 I beleive, it was stainless steel and was engraved with the name and information of a soldier who was MIA. Danny vowed to never take it off until this soldier was found and he never did. I don't know if the soldier, a Capt I think, was ever found and I can't remember the name on the bracelet. You see my brother was murdered by an unknown assailant at the age of 24 and he was buried with the bracelet. So he kept his promise. Sometimes I wonder about that missing soldier and his family. What they must have gone through all these years. Was he ever found? I would like the chance to tell them that in some small way what he went through touched the heart of a total stranger who carried on hope. So let me say a big thank you to all who served in the Vietnam war, and sending a big hug along with it. And the same to veterans of all wars. May all of you find peace and please tell your stories as much as you can because there are many like me who truly want to know. God bless you all.
-Joe Offer, Forum Moderator- joe@mudcat.org |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,mg Date: 26 Sep 09 - 05:10 PM Thank you. mg |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: oldhippie Date: 27 Sep 09 - 11:11 AM Curtis Brand has written and recorded a great song "Vietnam Lullaby". |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,mickey Date: 01 Oct 09 - 06:57 PM i am looking for the name of a country song that has the words in it (got my first job without trying had to relocate to vietnam) the song come out in the late 80's or early 90's i think can someone please help me find the name of this song thank you mickey |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: olddude Date: 01 Oct 09 - 07:56 PM I think it may be called "uncommon Valor" a "Vietnam Story" google that and check it out Dan |
Subject: Lyr Add: GREY OCTOBER (Peggy Seeger & Jack Warshaw From: eddie1 Date: 19 Oct 09 - 02:52 PM I'd forgotten the full words of this song written by Peggy Seeger & Jack Warshaw; GREY OCTOBER (Peggy Seeger & Jack Warshaw) Grey October in Glamorgan High pitheaps where the houses stand Fog in the valley, backshift ending Children awaken in Aberfan Warm October in Thi Binh Province Huts of bamboo and rattan Sun comes up - repair gangs stop And children waken in Thuy Dan Pithead hooter sounds from Merthyr Load the coal in the waiting trams Shoot the slag down the high pitheap While children eat in Aberfan Ox carts rattle down Thi Binh Highway Work begins on the broken land Night's work ended, the roadway's mended Children eat in Thuy Dan Dai Dan Evans grabs his satchel Michael Jones his bread and jam Five to nine and the school bell ringing Time for school in Aberfan School bell ringing, children running Down by the river and across the dam Hot sun burning, time for learning Time for school in Thuy Dan Lessons started in Pantglas Junior Through the fog a black wave ran Under the weight of the man-made mountain Children die in Aberfan Lessons start in the Thi Binh schoolhouse And another day began Bombers fly in the morning sky And children die in Thuy Dan Tears are shed for Glamorgan children And the world mourns Aberfan But who will weep for the murdered children Under the rubble of Thuy Dan? Grey October in Glamorgan Warm October in Vietnam Where children die while we stand by And shake the killer by the hand. Coincidentally, the Aberfan Tragedy was 43 years ago this Wednesday - October 21st. Eddie |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: mg Date: 22 Oct 09 - 03:42 PM back to the baby killer theme I see. I would hope that people would have more sensitivity on a public forum but my hope is in vain. Anyway, Johnny Cash did a great talking blues one..I heard the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream. mg |
Subject: Lyr Add: GOODNIGHT SAIGON (Billy Joel) From: Acorn4 Date: 22 Oct 09 - 03:59 PM Goodnight Saigon GOODNIGHT SAIGON (Billy Joel) We met as soul mates On Parris Island We left as inmates From an asylum And we were sharp As sharp as knives And we were so gung ho To lay down our lives We came in spastic Like tameless horses We left in plastic As numbered corpses And we learned fast To travel light Our arms were heavy But our bellies were tight We had no home front We had no soft soap They sent us Playboy They gave us Bob Hope We dug in deep And shot on sight And prayed to Jesus Christ With all our might We had no cameras To shoot the landscape We passed the hash pipe And played our Doors tapes And it was dark So dark at night And we held on to each other Like brother to brother We promised our mothers we'd write And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Remember Charlie Remember Baker They left their childhood On every acre And who was wrong? And who was right? It didn't matter in the thick of the fight We held the day In the palm Of our hand They ruled the night And the night Seemed to last as long ... as six weeks On Parris Island We held the coastline They held the highlands And they were sharp As sharp as knives They heard the hum of our motors They counted the rotors And waited for us to arrive And we would all go down together We said we'd all go down together Yes we would all go down together Billy Joel from album "The Nylon Curtain" |
Subject: DT Corr: FAC and the Green Beret (Jonathan Myer) From: Joe Offer Date: 22 Oct 09 - 10:58 PM Jonathan Myer e-mailed ans asked me to post this. It's his original title and words for the version attributed to "Captain John Meyer (?)" in the Digital Tradition as Friendly FAC and Green Beret. The DT lyrics are closer to the way it was recorded on the Flying Fish In Country CD of songs of US soldiers in Viet Nam. FAC AND THE GREEN BERET (Jonathan Myer) Lima one-niner — this is Green Beret, We see you flying high above, out of danger's way. If you can spare a moment to help your fellow man I wish you'd try to find me, and tell me where I am. Green Beret, oh Green Beret, this is your friendly FAC, You see me flying overhead while you're still in the sack. Still I'll try to help you out and set you people straight, But hurry, 'cause it's steak night, and I don't want to be late. Friendly FAC, oh friendly FAC — this is Green Beret, We appreciate your helping hand to send us on our way. But I really wish you'd think about our danger on the ground Tromping through the jungle, while you just FAC around. Green Beret, oh Green Beret, this is your friendly FAC, If you no longer need me, I'm going to hurry back. I'll settle for a souvenir, whatever you can bag, An AK-47, or a bloodstained VC flag. [ Music break ] Friendly FAC, oh friendly FAC, we've just come under fire, And if you cannot help us, we'll join the angels' choir, It's automatic weapons, and we are getting hit, So hurry with the fighters, 'cause we are in deep shit! Green Beret, you were cut out, I read you number ten, The C-Team's telling dirty jokes, so please transmit again. If you've got Charlie cornered, please don't let him get away, I've sent a call for fighters, but it may take all day. Friendly FAC, oh friendly FAC, please get your finger out, We've tangled with a regiment, of that there is no doubt. If you can get us out of Charlie's fierce and dreadful grip, We'll give you FACs a grateful square in our comic strip. Green Beret, oh Green Beret, this is your friendly FAC, Let me take some pictures in case you don't get back. Turn this way a little — hold it, that's the style! You're on "Candid Camera," so let me see a smile. Green Beret, oh Green Beret, they're shooting at the FAC! I hear the bullets whistle by, I hear the rifles crack. I'm missing my siesta, and I need a glass of foam, I see my fuel is getting low, I think I'll head for home. . . . Oh, thank God, our fighters now are circling overhead, Charlie's going to wish that he had stayed at home in bed; He's going to meet his Maker in that land that is to be, We're going to blow his body up and set his spirit free. [ Music break ] Friendly FAC and fighters, I hope you see our smoke, That first one came too close to us, it really was no joke. Green Beret, we're holding high, the FAC had got it wrong, He thought that you were marking the position of the 'Cong. Fighters, this is friendly FAC, please hold it high and dry, We can get this straightened out if we all really try. It doesn't even matter if I mark the friend or foe 'Cause you can't hit a cow's behind, no matter how you go! Fighters, you're cleared in again, just do the best you can, The situation's so fucked up it'll take more than mortal man. Just bomb the general area, and when the smoke clears out We'll count up all the bodies, and try to sort 'em out. [ Music break ] Now most of us are safe at home, we beat the dreaded 'Cong, We simply let it all hang out, to help the war along. Your friendly FAC and fighters will always save the day, Killing off the Charlies till the last Green Beret. © 1967/2000, Jonathan Myer. All rights reserved. Written at Kontum's U.S. MACV compound, Republic of Viet Nam (RVN); 8 January 1967 Tune: "The Wabash Cannonball." Then-Capt. Jonathan Myer, USAF Call sign: "Cagey 82" O-1E (L-19) "Bird Dog" Forward Air Controller (FAC) Kontum Province and Project "Tally Ho" (DMZ), RVN c/o 24th Special Tactical Zone (24 STZ), APO San Francisco 96499 April 1966 to end-February 1967. Notes from Jonathan Myer:
I only learned it had taken on a life of its own when, in 1995, an Air Force acquaintance sent me a copy of [Green Beret] "Bucky" Burruss's book, "Mike Force," which included the words as they were being sung by his troops and FACs during his tours starting a year or two later. The song also made it into Major General Edward Lansdale's collection, thence to Dr. Lydia Fish, Director of her own Vietnam Veterans Oral History and Folklore Project, with whom I now collaborate on several flying song initiatives. She it was who had Chuck Rosenberg perform it (as a pretty neat talking blues) on her "In Country" tape (now available as a CD from Erosonic.com): For the record, I should note that I was not a volunteer for the so-called Vietnam War;* I was flying F-101Bs, the "Mighty Voodoo," in my second Fighter Interceptor Squadron, with (to me) the holy mission of North American air defense against nuclear-armed Soviet bombers, should our Cold War turn "hot." However, as a serving officer, I went when ordered. After maybe three weeks in-country, I became a strong believer in what we were trying to do there -- namely, preserve the Republic of Viet Nam (RVN) from the atrocities of its Viet Cong insurgency and the aggressions of the communist North . . . and I have not wavered from that view since. Although the "teeny-weeny Bird Dog" was a total opposite from the high-flying supersonic Voodoo, I considered the Forward Air Controller's mission to be the best job I could have had. It ranged from visual reconnaissance to control of air strikes, and when they were in support of "troops in contact" (TICs), we "let it all hang out" to put the fighters in against the VC (or, increasingly, North Vietnamese forces infiltrating the South via the Ho Chi Minh Trail through "neutral" Laos and Cambodia). The ground troops with whom I worked the most in Kontum Province were our Army's Special Forces, or Green Berets, operating as A-teams throughout the province. In the spirit of our cameraderie, I wrote the spoof above, featuring a somewhat snotty FAC and a somewhat desperate Green Beret on the other end of their radio link. The rest, as they say, became history: my song spread beyond Kontum and Pleiku provinces, and 18 months later (unknown to me, back in the States and my F-101 interceptor) it was being sung by other FACs and "Bucky" Burruss's Green Berets, with their own modifications, much like Mudcat's version from the "In Country" recording of "Friendly FAC and Green Beret" -- the "folk process" at work!
Cheers, * I prefer "Southeast Asia" or "SEA" War as the more accurate term. While almost all our in-theater ground forces operated in the RVN, or South Viet Nam, our air forces (Air Force, Navy and Marine fighters and bombers) flew missions not only over the South but also into North Viet Nam, Laos and Cambodia, to take the war to the enemy; hence "SEA War." |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Acorn4 Date: 23 Oct 09 - 06:45 AM Found a Youtube for this:- Billy Joel: Goodnight Saigon |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: mg Date: 23 Oct 09 - 01:06 PM Best one ..no two..Cobra 7 by Toby Hughes and Pull Pitch Rotorheads by Cliff McK. mg |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Boho Date: 23 Oct 09 - 11:19 PM A haunting refrain on this soulful number: Delia Gartrell - See What You Done, Done (Hymn No. 9) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=su64dYnpGt4 |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: dick greenhaus Date: 23 Oct 09 - 11:27 PM mg- don't just praise 'em----post 'em! |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,EK Anne Date: 25 Oct 09 - 03:47 AM A song that made a great impression on me was Paxton's "Jimmy Newman", about a soldier awaiting transport from a field hospital; he's encouraging his buddy Jimmy that the helicopter will soon be there for them, but there's little response, until the final desperate call to "Get up, Jimmy Newman" makes it obvious that Jimmy has died. Paxton's voice was so raw and stripped that the narrative sounded incredibly personal and really spoke to me (a non-American) of some of the terrible realities of that war, reminding me too of all the stories of the necessary and life-affirming comradeship of the poor, bloody infantry in WW1 trenches. |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,Paul from Russia Date: 15 Jan 10 - 05:28 AM Hi there everyune! Please help me! I am looking for chords for "Boonie rat song" And text of "Sitting in the cab of my truck" Both from "Incountry" album. Will be very appreciate! Really like taht songs and wanna play them on guitar. |
Subject: ADD: Sitting in the Cab of My Truck (Dockery?) From: Joe Offer Date: 15 Jan 10 - 06:07 AM Well, here's what I hear on the "In Country" album: SITTING IN THE CAB OF MY TRUCK (Chip Dockery) (Parody of Sitting on the Dock of the Bay) Hiding in the morning sun, I'll be driving in the evening calm, Watching the Phantoms roll in, and I watch them pull away again; Now I'm just sitting in the cab of my truck, thinking this life ain't such a game; Sitting in the cab of my truck, filing my chains. I left my home in Dong Hoi, headed for the DMZ, Well, I had something to live for, a Peoples' Hero I was gonna be; Now I'm just sitting in the cab of my truck, looking through the windshield at flare-lighted rain; Sitting in the cab of my truck, yankin' my chains. [bridge] Here I sit, having a nicotine fit - God, I'm too scared to get a cigarette lit; 'Cause that might just blow my only hope of not showing up on a starlight (?) scope. Well, sitting here with britches so tight, 'cause I think that 'spector's (inspector's?) due back tonight; Bleeding from my ears and my nose, from a Sky Spot (?) that finally came close; Now I'm just sitting in the cab of my truck, watching the bombs fall through the rain, Sitting in the cab of my truck, filing my chains. [whistle] (Sung by Chip Dockery on the "In Country" album - transcribed by ear) Notes from the album: Another song by Chip Dockery about the North Vietnamese truck drivers on the Ho Chi Minh Trail. Sometimes, especially late in the war, the drivers were chained to the steering wheel of their trucks, thus linking the fate of the vehicle and the driver. This page has clips from this and several other songs from the "In Country" album. This page has longer clips (click). This song didn't make sense to me until I read that it was from the perspective of North Vietnamese truck drivers. I'd don't know what a "sky spot" or "starlight scope" is, so I'm not sure I have those words right. -Joe- Joe, a starlight scope was a light gathering scope we used for night ops in 'Nam. It would magnify available light by about a 1000 times, so that a lit cigarette would give away your position. These things were bulky as hell, required moonlight or a source of light, but effective enough. All the best, Mick |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: SITTING IN THE CAB OF MY TRUCK From: GUEST Date: 15 Jan 10 - 06:49 PM Wow!!! Thank you so much Mr. Offer! Thank you so very very much! You really helped. My drean comes true, now I can play that song! You have some questions about the text - there are war slang meanings. Starlight scope – Night vision aiming system AN/PVS-2 used during VN war Sky Spot – Air strike Spectre – AH-130, armored and armed with 20mm miniguns, 40mm Bofors guns and night vision system variant of huge 4-engined transport airplane "Hercules", used as "Gunship" for one-side high-rate fire on VC and NVA positions. Especially in the night. I have a question, too: "yankin' my chains" - what it means? Sorry for misunderstanding, I am Russian so English isn't my mother language. SITTING IN THE CAB OF MY TRUCK with chords (Chip Dockery) That song is parody of Sitting on the Dock of the Bay by Otis Reading I am playing that so: G B Hiding in the morning sun, C A I'll be driving in the evening calm, G B Watching the Phantoms roll in, C A and I watch them pull away again; G Em Now I'm just sitting in the cab of my truck, G Em thinking this life ain't such a game; G A Sitting in the cab of my truck, C G filing my chains. G B I left my home in Dong Hoi, C A headed for the DMZ, G B Well, I had something to live for, C A a Peoples' Hero I was gonna be; G Em Now I'm just sitting in the cab of my truck, Em G looking through the windshield at flarelighted rain; G A Sitting in the cab of my truck, C G yankin' my chains. G D C7 Here I sit, having a nicotine fit – G D C7 God, I'm too scared to get a cigarette lit; G D C7 'Cause that might just blow my only hope F D of not showing up on a starlight scope. G B Well, sitting here with britches so tight, C A 'cause I think that "spectres" due back tonight; G B Bleeding from my ears and my nose, C A from a Sky Spot that finally came close; G Em Now I'm just sitting in the cab of my truck, G Em watching the bombs fall through the rain, G A Sitting in the cab of my truck, C G filing my chains. P.S. God bless the Vets! |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,Paul from Russia Date: 15 Jan 10 - 06:57 PM Thanks again Mr. Offer! I am really appreciative to you! |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Joe Offer Date: 15 Jan 10 - 10:29 PM Hi, Paul - I think the "chains" have to do with the chains that kept the North Vietnamese drivers in their trucks - see the notes with the lyrics. -Joe- |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: katlaughing Date: 15 Jan 10 - 10:44 PM Links of chains keeping the drivers connected to the steering wheel so they could not get away. Babblefish.com says "chains" translates to "цепи" in Russian. Please excuse me if that is incorrect. My brother knows Russian; I will ask him in the morning if you'd like. kat |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,murrbob Date: 16 Jan 10 - 12:10 AM The Associations had a very powerful song that many radio stations refused to play. Not sure of the name, but something like "Requiem for the Masses." One stanza was something like: "Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in, Black and white were the questions that so bothered him, He never asked, he was taught not to ask, But were on his lips as they burried him." |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: GUEST,Pavel From Russia Date: 16 Jan 10 - 02:33 AM Joe, Kat - my greetings! Thanx for care and answers. I know what is chain. The question is what mean " YANKIN' " ? (for example I got the sentence from that song "yankin' my chain") I am asking 'cause in my dictionary there is no word "yanking". May you can tell me other meaning of that verb? Kat, outstanding job! Absolutely correct! |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Joe Offer Date: 16 Jan 10 - 02:49 AM Hi, Pavel- To "yank" a chain, means to give it a hard pull. -Joe- |
Subject: ADDPOP: Requiem for the Masses (The Association) From: Joe Offer Date: 16 Jan 10 - 02:57 AM Yeah, "Requiem for the Masses" was a good song. this link (click) may play it for you, if I did it right. -Joe- Requiem For The Masses (Terry Kirkman) Requiem aeternam, requiem aeternam Mama, mama, forget your pies Have faith they won't get cold And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky Your flag is flying full At half mast, for the matadors Who turned their backs to please the crowd And all fell before the bull Red was the color of his blood flowing thin Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin Blue was the color of the morning sky He saw looking up from the ground where he died It was the last thing ever seen by him Kyrie Eleison Mama, mama, forget your pies Have faith they won't get cold And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky Your flag is flying full At half mast, for the matadors Who turned their backs to please the crowd And fell before the bull Black and white were the figures that recorded him Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in Black and white was the question that so bothered him He never asked, he was taught not to ask BUt was on his lips as they buried him Rex tremendae majestatis Requiem aeternam, Requiem aeternam Source: http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x1330468 |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: I WAS ONLY NINETEEN (Redgum) From: GUEST,Pavel From Russia Date: 18 Jan 10 - 08:56 AM Thanx for explaining, Mr. Offer! Another one really cute song 'bout VN war from Australia. For crazy in VN war songs guys like me I found chords. That's it, REDGUM - I Was Only Nineteen(preformed in 1983) Intro: A, C, G, D, A, G, A. A C G D A Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal G A (1t was long march from cadets). A C G D The sixth battalion was the next to tour and It was me who drew the card. A G A We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left. Chorus I: E D A And Townsville lined the footpath as we marched down to the quay. E D A This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean. F#m E D A And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens. E D God help me, I was only nineteen. A C G D From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat, A G A I'd been in and out of choppers now for months. A C G D But we made our tents a home. V.B. and pinups on the lockers, A G A And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub. Chorus 2: E D A And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep? E D A And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16? F#m E D And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it A means? E D God help me, I was only nineteen. A C G D A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one A G A On two legs: it was a war within yourself. A C G D But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til they had you dusted off, A G A So you closed your eyes and thought about something else. Chorus 3: E D A Then someone yelled out "Contact"', and the bloke behind me swore. E D A We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar. F#m E D A Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon. E D God help me, he was going home in June. A C G D 1 can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel A G A On a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau. A C G D And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle. A G A 'Till the morphine came and killed the bloody row Chorus 4: E D A And the ANZAC legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears. E D A And stories that my father told me never seemed quite real F#m E D A I caught some pieces In my back that I didn't even feel. E D God help me, I was only nineteen. E D A And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep? E D A And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M.16? F#m E D And what's this rash that comes and goes,can you tell me what it A means? E D God help me, I was only nineteen. P.S.: Have questions 'bout military slang - feel free to ask, please! |
Subject: RE: Songs About Vietnam Part II From: Big Mick Date: 18 Jan 10 - 08:50 PM Hi Pavel. A starlight scope was a light gathering scope we used for night ops in 'Nam. It would magnify available light by about a 1000 times, so that a lit cigarette would give away your position. These things were bulky as hell, required moonlight or a source of light, but effective enough. All the best, Mick |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: DRIVE ON (Johnny Cash) From: GUEST,Pavel From Russia Date: 26 Feb 10 - 04:50 PM Drive On Written by Johnny Cash Published by Song of Cash Inc. ASCAP E E E7 I got a friend named Whiskey Sam A He was my boonierat buddy for a year in Nam B7 He said is my country just a little off track E B7 E Took 'em twenty-five years to welcome me back E E7 But, it's better than not coming back at all A Many a good man I saw fall B7 And even now, every time I dream E B7 E I hear the men and the monkeys in the jungle scream | E |Drive on, it don't mean nothin' | B7 E |My children love me , but they don't understand | A E |And I got a woman who knows her man | B7 E |Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on I remember one night, Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z. We had our 16's on rock and roll But, with all that fire, I was scared and cold We were crazy, we were wild And I have seen the tiger smile I spit in a bamboo viper's face And I'd be dead , but by God's grace {chorus} It was a real slow walk in a real sad rain And nobody tried to be John Wayne I came home, but Tex did not And I can't talk about the hit he got I got a little limp now when I walk Got a little tremolo when I talk But my letter read from Whiskey Sam You're a walkin' talkin' miracle from Vietnam {chorus} |
Subject: Lyr Add: TOUCH A NAME ON THE WALL (Joel Mabus) From: Charley Noble Date: 26 Feb 10 - 08:49 PM It's been a long time since I've posted to this thread. I don't think anyone has posted this fine song by Joel Mabus (Michigan): TOUCH A NAME ON THE WALL by Joel Mabus [a new version appears on the Retold album] Well, I guess you could call it our summer of freedom, the year that we both turned eighteen - We hitch-hiked to Denver, fresh out of high school man, we were sights to be seen. And that was the year that you dated my cousin, 'Til they took us away in the fall. And I dearly wish you were standing here with me As I touch your name on the wall. Chorus: Touch a name on the wall, Touch a name on the wall. God help us all Touch a name on the wall. Every time I come here I wear my fatigues, to honor the men that I knew. I touch every name that came from my outfit, and I read them out loud when I do. Now some people claim that they all died for nothin', but I can't completely agree - 'Cause this brother here he didn't die for no country - He died for me. [chorus] Now, usually walls are just made for division - to separate me from you. But God bless the wall that brings us together, and reminds us of what we've been through. And God damn the liars and the tin-plated heroes who trade on the blood of these men. God give us the strength to stand up and tell them - Never again! [chorus] Charley Noble |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: OKIE FROM MUSKOGEE (Merle Haggard) From: GUEST Date: 28 Feb 10 - 06:42 AM Hello everybody! There's the Merle Haggard's "Okie from Muskogee" As I am playin' it: INTRO | |A |A |D |D | D We don't smoke marajuana in Muskogee A We don't take our trips on LSD A We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street D Cause we like living right and being free D We don't make a party out of loving A But we like holding hands and pitching woo A We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy D Like the hippies out in San Francisco do D And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee A A place where even squares can have a ball A We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse D Bb And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all Eb Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear Bb Beads and Roman sandles won't be seen Bb And football's still the roughest thing on campus Eb And the kids here still respect the college dean Eb And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee Bb A place where even squares can have a ball Bb We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse Bb Eb And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all Bb Eb And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all Bb Eb In Muskogee U.S.A. TAB: There are two possible ways to tune the guitar. 1. Drop D: D A D G B D (preferred) 2. Standard: E A D G B E Intro, drop D tuning |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: OHIO (Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young From: GUEST,Pavel From Russia Date: 28 Feb 10 - 07:10 AM Oh s**t, in the last post I forgot to write my nick in... Whatever, there's another VN war era's song, performed by my beloved Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young: "OHIO" Dm F C Dm F C Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming we're finally on our own Dm F C Dm F C this summer I hear the drumming four dead in Ohio Gm7 C Gotta get down to it soldiers are gunning us down Gm7 C should of been done long ago Gm7 C what if you knew her and found her dead on the ground Gm7 C how can you run when you know? La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Gotta get down to it soldiers are gunning us down should of been done long ago what if you knew her and found her dead on the ground how can you run when you know? Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming we're finally on our own this summer I hear the drumming four dead in Ohio Dm F C four dead in Ohio (repeat and fade) |
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: FIND THE COST OF FREEDOM (CSNY) From: GUEST,Pavel From Russia Date: 28 Feb 10 - 08:37 AM More of it."Find the Cost of Freedom" (c. 1970) by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (play thru once) Bm / A / F#m7 / Bm D / A/C# / Bm (A) / Bm Bm A F#m7 Bm Find the cost of freedom, D A/C# Bm (A) Bm Buried in the ground. Bm A F#m7 Bm Mother Earth will swallow you, D A/C# Bm (A) Bm Lay your body down. (Lyrics repeat lika capella ) Here the chords for the guys who wanna play but does not know the chords: Bm A F#m7 D A/C# x24432 x03330 242222 xx0232 x4222x Kinda short but...really moves!!! I heard that song first time in the movie "War at home"(1996) Cheers! |
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