is masters of war an anti war song?
I like it whatever......


think eric bogles playing in saltburn sometime soon?


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it was last week..........I'd have went an all.........

...... that's because dictators by their nature don't have to endure the tedious, droning drivel that the majority of self proclaimed 'poets' turn out .... and can afford to 'clamp down' on them to their hearts content. So it's not all bad.

That makes 2 of us

Still got the chance to see him in York in September


http://ericbogle.net/concerts/index.htm

He was supposed to be a guest at Saltburn Folk Fest (14/16 August). But now that I've checked, he's no longer in the line-up, so not sure.

You'll be sorry when I am Laureate and you're still grappling for the mot juste in the Town End.

Tank ...The Stranglers .

I have never grappled for a 'mot' juste or unjuste, in the Town End, in my life, ... mores the pity

think this wa a one-off gig, mind, the chap who runs the SFF likes to get his moneys worth so maybe he had him lined up for both........?

he gets Vin garbutt to mend his fence and stuff like that! mentalist!

Kate Bush _ Army Dreamers



Quite thought provoking considering whats happening at the moment..

Mind you Kate even look good in camophalge..

"B.F.P.O.*"
Army dreamers.
"Mammy's hero."
"B.F.P.O."
"Mammy's hero."

Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero.

Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.

"What could he do?
Should have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
"What could he do?
Should have been a politician."
But he never had a proper education.
"What could he do?
Should have been a father."
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.

Tears o'er a tin box.
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldn't win the war with ego.

Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now he's sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.

"What could he do?
Should have been a rock star."
But he didn't have the money for a guitar.
"What could he do?
Should have been a politician."
But he never had a proper education.
"What could he do?
Should have been a father."
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste --
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh...

("B.F.P.O.")
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
Army dreamers.
Did-n-did-n-did-n-dum...
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Army Dreamers.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
Army dreamers.
("Mammy's hero.")
("B.F.P.O.")
No harm heroes.

[*--"B.F.P.O.": British Forces Posted Overseas.]

U2 sunday bloody sunday

Culture Club - The War Song. A deep and meaniful look at world politics.

War war is stupid
And people are stupid
And love means nothing
In some strange quarters
War war is stupid
And people are stupid
And I heard them banging
On hearts and fingers
People fill the world
With narrow confidence
Like a child at birth
A man with no defense
What's mine is my own
I won't give it to you
No matter what you say
No matter what you do
Now we're fighting
In our hearts
Fighting in the street
Won't somebody help me?
War war is stupid
And people are stupid
And love means nothing
In some strange quarters
War war is stupid
And people are stupid
And I heard them banging
On hearts and fingers
Man is far behind
In the search for something new
Like a Philistine
We're burning witches too
This world of fate
Must be designed for you
It matters what you say
It matters what you do
Now we're fighting
In our hearts
Fighting in the street
Won't somebody help me?
War war is stupid
And people are stupid
And love means nothing
In some strange quarters
War war is stupid
And people are stupid
And I heard them banging
On hearts and fingers
After the bird has flown
He walked ten thousand
Miles back home
You can't do that to me, no
You can't do that to me
You can't do that to me, no
You can't do that to me
In this heart of mine
I find a place for you
For black or white
For all the children, too
Now we're fighting
In our hearts
Fighting in the street
Won't somebody help me?
War war is stupid
And people are stupid
And love means nothing
In some strange quarters
War war is stupid
And people are stupid
And I heard them banging
On hearts and fingers

We're burning witches too


I thought that said bumming!!! but that'd be wizards wouldn't it?!

Country Joe Macdonald and the fish,
vietnam Song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBdeCxJmcAo


Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
'Cause the only good commie is the one that's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
To send your sons off before it's too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.