06-20-2003, 07:16 PM
What kills me is that every so often, a song I have known for years will bring me to tears while I am singing along in the car. Even 'Blue Jean Blues' by ZZ Top has done it, which for years I listened to dry eyed. Yeah, guys can weep at music, if the music is right.
Makem and Clancy's rendition of 'The Green Fields of France/Willy McBride', which Shadow offered as well, still gets me every time, particularly when I try to sing along, as does the Makem and Clancy version of "And the Band Played Walzing Matilda" Hell, I am getting wet eyed right now, while I recall one of the lines
"Then a big Turkish shell
Knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke
In my hospital bed
And saw what it had done
I wished I were dead"
Never knew there were worse things than dyin'
And the Band played Walzing Matilda
(Forget this line: far away in the Bush, far and near? Cant recall)
For to cut tent and peg
A man needs both legs
No more Walzing Matilda for me
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So now every April
I sit on my porch
And watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades,
How bravely they march
Reliving their dreams of past glory
I see the old soldiers
All tired stiff and sore
The starry eyed heroes
Of a forgotten war
And when young people ask
'What are they marching for?'
I ask my self the same question
Then the band plays Walzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year
Their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all.
Walzing Matilda
Walzing Matilda
Who'll come a Walzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts will be heard
As you pass by the billabong
"Who'll come a walzing Matilda with me?"
Hmmm, some of those words aren't right.
Apologies to the ANZACs for my errors.
Makem and Clancy's rendition of 'The Green Fields of France/Willy McBride', which Shadow offered as well, still gets me every time, particularly when I try to sing along, as does the Makem and Clancy version of "And the Band Played Walzing Matilda" Hell, I am getting wet eyed right now, while I recall one of the lines
"Then a big Turkish shell
Knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke
In my hospital bed
And saw what it had done
I wished I were dead"
Never knew there were worse things than dyin'
And the Band played Walzing Matilda
(Forget this line: far away in the Bush, far and near? Cant recall)
For to cut tent and peg
A man needs both legs
No more Walzing Matilda for me
==============
So now every April
I sit on my porch
And watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades,
How bravely they march
Reliving their dreams of past glory
I see the old soldiers
All tired stiff and sore
The starry eyed heroes
Of a forgotten war
And when young people ask
'What are they marching for?'
I ask my self the same question
Then the band plays Walzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year
Their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all.
Walzing Matilda
Walzing Matilda
Who'll come a Walzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts will be heard
As you pass by the billabong
"Who'll come a walzing Matilda with me?"
Hmmm, some of those words aren't right.
Apologies to the ANZACs for my errors.
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Men 'O War!
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete