"Army Dreamers" , Kate Bush - sadly appropriate lyrics

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  1. Fantastic song.


    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.
     
  2. Such a charming song. Has touched my heart where even Carlsberg doesn't reach.
     
  3. im actually listening to that album right now! (no homo)
     
  4. Burn the witch! :twisted:
    Actually listening to Wuthering Heights myself at the mo - thanks for the reminder BB...
     
  5. Anyone who did the RAC PO course at Cambrai Barracks in the 90's may recall it as one of the tunes used for the fear-inducing 'crash out' tape which was used to give 15 minutes warning for another exhausting exercise...
     
  6. She did quite a few of those, didn't she...
    Might post this on the cheesiest RIP thread...
     
  7. In her prime I would have quite happily muffed her starfish.
     
  8. I always liked this one by The Damned:


    Dear mother how I will write this line

    When I know I'm counting time

    I'm tired and I'm scared

    I'm waiting and death's my friend



    To say in God we trust not for this

    Oh the death and glory boys not for this



    Dear beloved try to write to you

    Through the senseless deaths of a million troops

    I'm waiting my time is near

    As my tears wash away my years



    To say in God we trust not for this

    Oh the death and glory boys not for this



    Where I walk where I see

    The haunting flares where my friends bleed

    I see the face of the enemy

    Of a man or boy who is just like me

    Now you're not there

    All the tears we bled

    Cut through like winters rain

    Can't you feel the pain



    And if I could ever sleep again

    I know till the end of time I'd hear

    Their screams of pain

    Dulce dulce decorum

    Dulce dulce decorum

    Dulce

    Dear mother I'll write to you
     
  9. Yup, she was certainly weirdly attractive.
     
  10. And the equally relevant 'Little Boy Soldiers' by The Jam.



    Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
    Our only contact was a form for the election.
    These days I find that I don't listen,
    These days I find that we're out of touch,
    These days I find that I'm too busy,
    So why the attention now you want my assistance -
    What have you done for me.

    You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
    No you want me to help you out.

    These days I find that I can't be bothered,
    These days I find that its all too much,
    To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
    But I've got no choice so here I come - war games.

    I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers,
    Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
    Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
    You're one of us and we love you for that.

    Think of honour, Queen and country,
    You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
    God's on our side and so is Washington.

    Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.

    Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby,
    Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed.

    We ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
    The ******* lot - but we don't feel bad.

    It was done beneath the flag of democracy,
    You'll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do -
    yes I do -

    These days I find that I can't be bothered,
    To argue withthem well what's the point,
    Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
    then they send you home in a pine overcoat

    With a letter to your mum

    Saying find enclosed one son - one medal and a note -
    to say he won.
     
  11. Is, Ethel; is.
     
  12. I will have to take your word for that BB as I haven't seen much of her recently.
     
  13. Always a fan of Metallica, here's the lyrics from Disposable Heroes (Master of Puppets, 1986):


    Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
    No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
    Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
    Victim of what said should be
    A servant `til I fall

    [Chorus:]
    Soldier boy, made of clay
    Now an empty shell
    Twenty one, only son
    but he served us well
    Bred to kill, not to care
    Do just as we say
    Finished here, Greeting Death
    He's yours to take away

    Back to the front
    You will do what I say, when I say
    Back to the front
    You will die when I say, you must die
    Back to the front
    You coward
    You servant
    You blindman
    [End Chorus]

    Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
    Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
    More a man, more stripes you wear, glory seeker trends
    Bodies fill the fields I see
    The slaughter never ends

    [Chorus]

    {Why, Am I dying?
    Kill, have no fear
    Lie, live off lying
    Hell, Hell is here} x2

    I was born for dying

    Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
    had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
    Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
    left to die with only friend
    Alone I clench my gun


    [Chorus]

    {Back to the front}x5.
     
  14. Scott Walker - Hero of the war

    He's a hero of the war
    All the neighborhood is talkin' 'bout your son
    Mrs. Riley get his medals
    Hand them 'round to everyone
    Show his gun to all the children in the street
    It's too bad he can't shake hands or move his feet

    He's a hero of the war

    You can see his picture in the local news
    Mrs. Riley seems the girl next door is nowhere to be found
    Once you couldn't keep that whore from hangin' 'round
    Never mind dear, you're with your mum once more

    He's a hero of the war

    Like his dad he gave his life the war before
    It was tragic how you almost died of pain when he was born
    With no husband there beside you through it all
    Ring the bell if you get hungry or you fall

    You're a hero of the war

    Why those teardrops on your cheek? it's so absurd
    Feelin' empty it's the emptiness of heroes like your son
    And what made him leave his mother for a gun
    Driven forward driven back and nothing more
    He's a hero of the war