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ANTI-FLAG lyrics - A New Kind Of Army

What You Don't Know

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You're walking down the street in the middle of the day The sun is shinning brightly everything is quite ok But then you hear this song, it makes you stop and yell out, HEY! You might think that it is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG ! You might think that it is but I'm telling you it ain't! Although I will admit it sounds like something they might write It's a happy little ditty makes you stop and move you're feet You might think that this is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! Masterpieces don't usually get written in a minute But this one took just seconds or even less time to pen it But don't be too amazed, 'cause it's just got one verse and chantin' Your might think that this is... Ahh...right...it's not a crass song is it? The guitar riff is real savage and it ain't on all that on time The vocals are so Cockney that they may just blow your mind And it's got made up words like icklee , zicklee , vin , and plime You might think that this is... NO! NO! THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! We like to play it in the morning like to play it in the night Do yourself a favor matey, sing it instead of starting fights After only just one verse I'm telling you you'll feel all right You might think that this is... BUT THIS IS NOT A CRASS SONG! Play it when you're walking, walking down the street Play it when you're riding on your bike or on your feet Doesn't really matter 'cause it's really really neat You might think that this is... AAAAHHHHHHHHHH... Sing it to your mommy, sing it to your dad Sing it to your new girl friend or the one you just had... Hello...Hello Im from England right? I love the Teletubbies!!!! Teletubbies is my favorite show...hello? anybody there right? Hello?

Thick As A Brick (Part 1)

JETHRO TULL "Thick As A Brick"
Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight. There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. We'll make a man of him, put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain. The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. And the youngest of the family is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year. The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster - has formed the plan to change the man he seems. And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run. What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam. LATER. I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me. You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone, you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done. And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes. Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. And you wonder who to call on. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

Hillbilly With A Heartache

JOHN ANDERSON "Country 'Til I Die"
Now he's a hard workin' easy goin' country boy he wouldn't harm a fly Nadine down at the hair salon promised she would be his bride He took it hard when she ran off with the beauty supply salesman But that's how romance goes sometimes but Herschel don't understand He'll play the same sad song on the old jukebox drink up every dime he's got He'll peel out in his pickup truck sling gravel through the parking lot You wouldn't wanna tangle with a grizzly bear or step on a copperhead snake So if you cross his path you better beware been wounded by a woman He's a hillbilly with a heartache He was gonna buy her a modular home with no wax linoleum floors Now his mama's worried cause he don't drop by to watch wrestling anymore He just rides around with a loaded shotgun hanging in his rifle rack If I was that smooth talkin' city boy I'd sure be watching my back He'll play the same sad song... Them big old arms that used to hold her tight cound bring about any man down When a good ol' boy's been hurt real bad he just don't give a damn [fiddle] He'll play the same sad song... Been wounded by a woman he's a hillbilly with a heartache

To Make Me Who I Am

AARON NEVILLE "To Make Me Who I Am"
I've walked through this world sometimes without a friend My life has been up and down, been close to an end But I've been through the mill And I've paid my dues Walked so many miles in different peoples shoes But I've been through the fire And I've walked in the rain I've felt the joy and endured the pain Once I was a schemer But I always was a dreamer But it took me who I was and where I've been To make me who I am I've met a lot of lost souls in the bowels of hell Traveled some crooked roads, got some stories yet to tell I've shot up with the junkie, in piss stench halls Broken bread with the devil, fallen on my knees to God Some days I was blessed, some nights I was damned But I always tried to lend a helping hand Once I was a deceiver Not I am a believer But it took me who I was and where I've been To make me who I am Oh, I've seen the little children, all strung out on dope No one to care about them, living without hope But I've been lucky that I always had a song I'll sing it with compassion, to try to right the wrong. Once my life was wretched But why should I regret it Cuz, it took me who I was, and where I've been To make me who I am Speech: This is dedicated to my friends in jail For my Brother Jake who had to ride the rail For my friend Roonie and Melvin, who were so dear They were so misunderstood But I wish they were still here To hear this song I sing from my heart They're forever in my soul, even though we had to part Once I was a deceiver Not I am a believer But it took me who I was and where I've been To make me who I am God said I forgive you Wipe away the scars Cause I know it took who you were And where you came from To make you who you are Cause I know it took who you were And where you came from To make you what you are

Groovy Little Summer Song

JAMES OTTO "Shake What God Gave Ya"
When the days start gettin' warmer And the sun starts sinkin' slower Weekends go by faster and beer starts tastin’ colder Wanna tune into a station takes me on a soul vacation Hey there mister DJ come on won’t you please play One that we can dance to Start a big romance to Make it pretty simple so we all can sing along While cruisin' with the top down Crank it up real loud Groovy little summer song Yeah Make me feel the rhythm of one tropical islands Take me to a beach somewhere everyone is smilin' Sippin' margaritas and eyein' senoritas I can almost see 'em swayin' once ya start playin' One that we can dance to Start a big romance to Make it pretty simple so we all can sing along While cruisin' with the top down Crank it up real loud Groovy little summer song Play that guitar now come on Play somethin’ sexy to make her fall in love with me Won't you please Play one that we can dance to Start a big romance to Make it pretty simple so we all can sing along While cruisin' with the top down Crank it up real loud Groovy little summer song Yeah Play one that we can dance to Start a big romance to Make it pretty simple so we all can sing along While cruisin' with the top down Crank it up real loud Groovy little summer song Yeah my groovy little summer song Feels like summer time to me Pass me a beer

I'm No Russian

JIMMY BUFFETT "Songs From St. Somewhere"
I'm no Russian Not even Prussian Doorman at the yacht club Was my one claim to fame Some say I'm nervy Hell, I'm from Jersey This chasin' money Can do things to your brain How does a shore boy like me Wind up out on the Black Sea Dropped out of Harvard Then joined the Coast Guard Manned a faithful 50 On a boat in Gitmo Did my duty But missed the boo-tay I heard that St. Barth Was the place I should go How could a coastie like me Sail off into infamy I couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car My million dollar joy ride was not the perfect crime And those bad boys from Little Odessa Don't believe in wasting time A Lamborghini Elemento Ain't your average island car “park it close” the driver told me Sounding like some kind of czar With a bucket of Cristal And devil weed inside I thought it would be crazy Not to take a ride Flying through Gustavia Passing Mini Mokes Gendarmes at the roundabout Didn't get the joke Speeding down the hill Like a Dassault Mirage Parked it on the runway And headed for la plage Bar on fire Din of desire Dancing on a table She was waving me in Her name was Kira She knew no fear-a Then introduced me to Her vampirish friends I'd never seen such a girl Was she from some future world? Over thousand dollar vodka and kilos of caviar I told them how I'd commandeered the oligarch's car They were laughing, speaking Russian and getting over served When Kira looked at me and said “Could you take us round some curves?” A chick drone strike Is a lethal attack You never see it comin' And you can't fight back They feel entitled to all access From clubs to army camp-as If you don't believe it Ask those generals down in Tampa The KGB and coppers Soon joined in the chase Spectators lined the roads Like a grand prix race Dropped the girls at Ti St. Barth To get them out of the commotion Then I missed the curve at Toiny And drove into the ocean Underwater My world is sinking Will I wind up like Pussy Riot That's what I'm thinking? Feeling foolish My fate's a mystery Don't want polonium Rolled up in my sushi Oh baby Jesus come through I am in need of rescue Now we can't leave this white boy Drowning in the dark What the hell was he thinkin'? You don't fuck around with sharks Turns out the lovely Kira Held a most important tool It was her daddy's Lamborghini And she saved that crazy fool No he couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar They made an artificial reef out of the oligarch's car It was Kira lovely Kira who got him off the hook Then they took her yacht to Istanbul Just to take a look No, I couldn't surf or sing or play the guitar All I ever did was steal an oligarch's car My million dollar joy ride, was not the perfect crime but I'm not dead, still have my head This margarita needs more lime

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