Pogues Lyrics
Pogues Lyrics
"And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Lyrics"
My Life Lyrics
Hey Mister Radio can I slide into your daytime I promise we'll make some classic rock history I once played a party where some college dudes lived I guess that means my music can be called alternative I did not choose the road I had to take It's the American way I had to make it my own break CHORUS This is my life and I'm down to my soul This is my life, this is my rock and roll This is my life and I've taken control of me You had it locked tight but I slipped through the crack You dug the hole now it's broken your back Now
Hey Mister Radio can I slide into your daytime I promise we'll make some classic rock history I once played a party where some college dudes lived I guess that means my music can be called alternative I did not choose the road I had to take It's the American way I had to make it my own break CHORUS This is my life and I'm down to my soul This is my life, this is my rock and roll This is my life and I've taken control of me You had it locked tight but I slipped through the crack You dug the hole now it's broken your back Now
When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be
done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the
cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
<When> the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
ESCAPE FROM THE ISLAND Lyrics
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Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself wellInstrumental
He <showered> us with bullets, he rained us with
shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then <it> started all over again
Now those <who were living did their best to survive>
In <that> mad world of blood, death and fire
And for <seven long> weeks I kept myself alive
<While the corpses around me piled higher>
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, <Christ> I wished I was
dead
Indian Summer Lyrics
I can't believe he's such a sore loser, "maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers.'" Raise up the glass and toast the motherf---er, "just move along." How did you get that brusie up on your shoulder? You are so "Sisyphus." Just pushing on your boulder. Someday you'll take a break. When you're older you just move along. I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored and they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover. So I severed his hands and glued them to her Mother. Just glued
Never knew there were worse things than dyingI can't believe he's such a sore loser, "maybe someday you'll learn that 'coffee is for closers.'" Raise up the glass and toast the motherf---er, "just move along." How did you get that brusie up on your shoulder? You are so "Sisyphus." Just pushing on your boulder. Someday you'll take a break. When you're older you just move along. I had a dream her teeth were butter-colored and they crumbled to dust as she kissed her former lover. So I severed his hands and glued them to her Mother. Just glued
<And> no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
<To> the green <bushes so> far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded <and>
maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
<The legless, the armless>, the blind <and> insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where <me> legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just s
Sometimes Lyrics
[music: Palms] Soms... Zijn je wonden nog te diep of vers Vaak is er nog die pijn Weten wat je hebt verloren Niet, wat de zin er van moet zijn Soms... je denkt dat alles is verloren Komt er stil een nieuw begin Ontvankelijkheid door pijn geboren Geeft het leven weer wat zin Soms...Als alles lijkt verloren Zingt een vogel in de nacht Als je dat maar weer kan horen Krijg je na het duister kracht Stil... je voeten op verdwaadle paden Je gaat het licht weer in Je weet behoedzaam... [A.Palms, January 29,1994] <
tood and stared[music: Palms] Soms... Zijn je wonden nog te diep of vers Vaak is er nog die pijn Weten wat je hebt verloren Niet, wat de zin er van moet zijn Soms... je denkt dat alles is verloren Komt er stil een nieuw begin Ontvankelijkheid door pijn geboren Geeft het leven weer wat zin Soms...Als alles lijkt verloren Zingt een vogel in de nacht Als je dat maar weer kan horen Krijg je na het duister kracht Stil... je voeten op verdwaadle paden Je gaat het licht weer in Je weet behoedzaam... [A.Palms, January 29,1994] <
<And they> turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
<I see> my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving <the or their> dreams of past glory
<I see the old men, all twisted and torn>
The forgotten heroes <of> a forgotten war
And the young people ask <me>, "What are they
marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men <still> answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll <go> a-waltzing Matilda with me?