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Flank left and run it up the hill
everything that moves, is who we're gonna kill.
Our way is better than theirs
I don't care if they were here first
Burn it all and raze it to the ground
in the chaos glory will be found.
No prisoners, mercy's for the weak
and when you're dead is when you get to sleep.
We march at first light
and wait until night.
Torches ready
the enemy shall fall.
Now into position wait for the call.
Slay them all!
If it bleeds it dies
we'll burn the skies
Now run them through
cut them in two.
Their lives we'll spend.
The world for them
will be destroyed
we bring the end.
Burn their homes and take up what you will.
For our gods so their blood will spill.
Honor found in the blood lusted fray.
No survivors, end them all is our way.
Chase them through the fields, the hills, the trees.
Show them something they can not believe.
Listen to their screams, their fear, their fright.
Watch them fall as we lay waste all through the night.
Run each last one down,
None shall leave town.
Horses steady,
meet at the wall.
Devastatingly we will not stall.
Slay them all!
In the midst of carnage and pure rage.
I see an image, of flourishing rampage.
And with it this, such beautiful dismay.
Behold it sits, on this fury filled red day.
Such blood spilled the old way
the whispers they all say
the world is ours.
So take it we will!
Exterminate and plunder all that you can,
we'll set up here as this is now our land.
Loot and pillage all your heart's desires.
The will of man, burns beyond the fires.
Survival of the strong and so the weak must go.
Destroying all is what's the best we know.
When the drums sound, we answer the call.
Slay them all!
I've got the Ahmadinejad blues
I'm bored of tomahawks and even the cruise
I'm after something that's new
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
Nuclear atoms i'm gonna fuse
Full of fear, the UN, they always refuse
Oh, their sanctions of dont's and do's
I wanna new toy to abuse
Death'll be served on all the world's menus
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
I'm gonna turn the world to glue
Change it grey instead of blue
Melt your lover into you
Dis-formed hands three not two
Strip your skin off to leave just sinew
I want an atom bomb
That's why I made up this song
Free fuel, how can that be wrong?
Sharia law will rule the world before too long!
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
Goodnight West, Mourning East
Mushroom clouds rise like yeast
American's aren't the only nuclear beast
Don't forget only one kuntrys dropped t-H-e bomb
Those yankers that despise freedom!
They think they have some right to choose
Bring it on, they're bound to lose
I got the Ahmadinejad blues!
(Next verse is a re-working of Country Joe and the Fish's Vietnam song from Woodstock)
Well it's a 1,2,3 an OIL be damned if I know what we're fighting four?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, next stop is a war in Iran!
And it's 5,6,7 open up a can of hate
We'll shoot you if you demonstrate
Instilling a One Wold State
Whilst pretending to help liberate
Stealing the oil, more feasts on the riches plate!
I got the Ahmadinejad blues
I wanna nuke the Yanks and their friends the Jews
I got the Ahmadinejad blues!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
There once was a girl
a very special girl
but he was too shy
to tell her so
so she passed him by
and he let her go
there once was a girl
~
There once was a boy
a very special boy
but she was too shy
to tell him so
so he passed her by
and she let him go
there once was a boy
Bridge
After graduation he went off to the war
She got a job in a grocery store
Both of them deep inside silently swore
If I ever, ever see you again....
~
There once was a girl
a very special girl
she sent him a letter
said I love you so
when you get home
I'll never let you go
There once was a girl
~
There once was a boy
a very special boy
he sent her a letter
said I love you so
when I get home
I'll never let you go
There once was a boy
Bridge
She opened his letter and read what it said
He never saw hers, he was already dead
When she found out, she silently swore
I will never ever love again...
~
There once was a boy
a very special boy
but she was too shy
to tell him so
so he passed her by
and she let him go
There once was a boy
~
There once was a girl
a very special girl
Now every day
there's a rose on a grave
an old woman's love
which she'll always save
for there once was
a boy
He might be just a photograph,
but I know he's more than that despite
what people say.
His love and words are stronger than steel,
the distance won't make me stop loving him.
He's strong, always pushing on,
Never looking back.
He left the things and ones he
loves behind knowing
this might be the last time
and he's mine
HE'S MY HERO
To feel his embrace, to listen to his voice,
to hear his breath.
I don't care about the consequences
I just want to be with what's
Mine
'till he can't stay anymore.
When he has to be strong, and push on
trying his hardest not to look
back.
He left his life and the one he
loved behind knowing
that this could be the last time
but he's mine
HE'S MY HERO
I can't sleep at night, knowing he's
out there, somewhere.
Is he safe?
How can I pray?
Oh, GOD, please bring him home!
I can't live without him.
Just bring him home 'cause
I don't know how I can stay strong
and push on
as he's watching his and his brothers' backs.
He left the one he loves at home
knowing there's that
chance.
But he's mine.
And I don't care about anyone else
'cause
HE'S MY HERO
Hear my prayer...
Bring him home...
Distance won't stop my love...
I just want to be with him...
He's strong, still pushing on
No longer looking back.
He's back to the things and ones he
left behind knowing
he's back to stay.
And he's mine.
HE'S MY HERO
He's Mine...
HE'S MY HERO...
A sorte protege os audazes
Yes a sergeant rode in here as always with
A daring pair of rangers that made us just
Go pray it's back to Fashion Day because
Baby we won't have to pass away, oh no
To the reality of a fascist state
Although
It's hard it's envious of me to see you apart from me baby
Yeah into so many things that aren't a part of me maybe
It's the coat of arms oh stitched by those that harm
That cause alarm
Or the green card rejected by the armies of God be-
Cause they frost The Fall and that's
That's just to save us all
And the justice saves us all
And the style is designed
And with the sign of a Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you and me
So the poet in the philosopher
He said that he'd
He'd throw us the thrill of a cross but first
Put on a gauntlet, in a British accent "lad you can't let
Oh the truth bring out the worst and let it get
Yeah the best of you" so
We'll catch it without the hurt but
Still left with a loss of words 'cause
The style is designed
And with the sign of the Griffin
The symbolism of a lion of wisdom
Where the kings have wings
Oh don't you see
Yeah my envy of these things that separate you from me
My envy of things that separate you and me
Life is war
Life is war....
we go to battle every single day,
feeling more and more like castaways,
in this ever churning sea
Oh, oh, life is war....
with each new day bringing calamity,
this world keeps messing with our sanity
till we can't take anymore
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
Lost and stranded in a mental maze
Strafing bullets through the purple haze
letting in a ray of sun
Oh, oh, Life is war...
wondering if this is what's meant to be
or is there changing one's own destiny
to bring joy to everyone
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
Life is war...
We're surrounded by our enemies,
back to back we fight while on our knees,
as we pray for better days
Oh, oh, Life is war...
we stumble on through each catastrophe,
trying to find joy in the misery,
as we try to find our way
Chorus
But...love soldiers on...
together we are strong...
each battle we have won...
our love goes on and on...
Love soldiers on.
yes, love soldiers on
yes, love soldiers on
repeat and fade
To the melody of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again..."
When Father comes marching home again,
Oh, no! Oh, no!
He'll give me a helluva spanking again,
Oh no! Oh, no!
All the screaming I do
Will never get through
To Father's closed ear,
Cuz it's perfectly clear:
That this
hurts -
him -
more -
than -
It'll ever hurt me,
--Than it'll ever hurt me.
Most of the time
He's a kind man,
My dad, he is.
At work they all say
That he's more than ok
Hurray! Hurray!
But when I do something wrong
It doesn't take long
For him to turn
On a slow burn
And take off his belt
To give me a pelt
On the back of my seat,
So I can't sit down for a week---
Yet it
hurts -
him -
more -
than
It'll ever hurt me.
--Than it'll ever hurt me.
Now I'm a new dad,
I've got me a son,
Hurrah! Hurrah!
I only hope that he'll not
Call me father, but 'Pa;'
Oh, 'pa!' Oh, 'pa!'
So I gotta be strong when he does wrong
Not raise my hand and keep my belt on
Cuz
then
it' -
ll -
ne -
ver
Ever hurt him or hurt me.
It'll never hurt him or hurt me.
I'm aware that
They'll dare me to surrender when my burner's unkindled
And the barrel is empty
Since their whiskey is missing
But it's in our blood and baby it's trickling and
We're on a roll
I heard from her and her merciless curves
That the curse'll come first
Just 'fore the rebirth
It's a thought that gets lost when you pitch it with a cross
O'er a plate made of moss so
I'll name it Shell from Sawed-Off
As I paint Hell from Far-Off
Like the Seraphim cherishing the heart
Who can't turn from the art
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
When told to listen as though it'd fix it
Something went missing
Although I didn't miss it
A relation on a ship quite distant and
Slightly free
Where the ocean switched and the compass died instantly
Oh it's in our blood, baby we're tricky so now
Out that ship has sailed
Like the Seraphim cherishing the shark
Who can flip 'round the ark
Like embarrassing a perishing enemy
Yeah, one last taunt
And our sweat is slightly trickling
A whiskey business, the highest feeling
And the pressure is highly tricky
A risky business, a godly healing
Yesterday is gone, too late for regrets
All memories of the past locked away
My hopes and fears joining them
Troubles I have had like most, happiness
Seemed to be just a dream from the past
So few of them have survived, once
Far from here I was carefree until you went
Away to war, the news came, lost in action
Now I dwell in the past with locked memories
It seems no point when I no longer can share them
Looks of love from others all around me
As if to taunt me, reminding me of you
Though it is a lovely day my heart weeps a single tear
They're one of many that never manages to fall
Here in my eyes they remain burning hot scalding me
To be with you once more just once to hold you
Stay my heart screams, do not go, do not leave me
Oh how can this be, such terrible pain rips at me
I hear a knock on the door and he is there saying
Believe in me my love, I told you I would return
In your heart you knew I was alive, I am back safe
Yesterday is over, the war won and our life moves on
written 01/23/2014
contest Yesterday
From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields,
Valkyrie riders make their daily runs…
Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields,
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Flying from Valhalla on their war horses,
Thundering hooves beat like old battle drums,
Odin’s blond daughters watching the forces--
Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes.
Legionnaires, Pikemen, Hussars and Spartans;
Storm Troopers, Crusaders and Saracens;
Musketeers, Vikings, and Gladiators;
Watusi, Cossacks, and Conquistadors.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
They’ll harvest the best till Ragnorak comes.
Valkyries search for those to stand vanguard,
Recruiting Odin’s Einherjar armies.
Warriors pass Valgrind to live in Asgard--
Honored to be served by the Valkyries.
Hoplites, Commandoes, and Mujahideens;
Samurais, Yeomen, and US Marines;
Guerrilas, Dragoons, and Panzer Tankers;
Grenadiers, Mamelukes, and Bezerkers.
As long as men hear the sounds of war drums,
Valkyries harvest till Ragnorak comes.