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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:54 am
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 3:23 pm
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Red Zomby dark heart of the woods Valynn You don't have to drink to know the songs silly! 3nodding it helps lol Drinking helps alot of things but, Remembering the words to a song is not one of them. It doesn't? I can't sing the Moose song to well when I am sober yet get me drunk and I can hit every word... which may or may not be a good thing biggrin
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 12:23 pm
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Joe Bethancourt is responsible for some of my favorite war songs. I'll post a few, but I'll keep myself from posting everything he's ever written.
Serious Steal
Well our girlfriends went and left us cold In the middle of Estrella war They left us stranded in the middle of a field And we thought it a crashing bore
We had nothing with us but what we'd brought, Our cars and our camping gear A box of condoms and some toys And a warm six-pack of beer
[chorus] So grab your pants, find your socks, Brush your teeth with a comb If you can't get laid at Estrella war You might as well go on home!
So we went back to our lonely camp And we spent a horny night Then we all lined up at the showers and We washed in the morning light
We dressed up in our finest clothes, Our swords and sheaths at hand, And we went off hunting maidenheads, A happy, horny band.
[chorus]
The very first lady that we found, She was a duchess bold She said she had no maidenhead, But her camp was down the road
So we took her back to her jolly old camp Her maidenhead to find She gave her all to help our search From vespers to compline!
[chorus]
The very next camp that we came to The ladies had gone mad Their lords had joined blue feather And that was all they had
Our armor proved half bullet-proof, Our weapons worked as well Their lords, they thanked us long and loud For saving them from hell
[chorus]
Camp by camp we worked our way Just to see who we could lay The legends that we left behind Were a roman holiday
For now the ladies seek us out To take their troubles on To be their bed-mates through the night When 'er their lords are gone
[chorus]
How can we not take up this task To serve our ladies' need? How can we leave them all alone When we hear them beg and plead?
We spent the time at war in bed We had 'em by threes and fives We've gotta say, this was a war... We'd hoped for all our lives!
[chorus]
Aten Man (Tune: "Irish Soldier Laddie")
Will you stand in the van like a true Aten man, To hold the line for kingdom and for crown? Will you fight and never yeild, on Estrella's battlefield? For today's the day we're taken Caid down!
As I stood in a crowd I saw a valiant laddie walkin' With his armor and his sword down a quiet country lane He smiled and he waved, and he bespoke me truely, And beckoned and he called to me my name:
Will you stand in the van like a true midrealm man, To hold the line for kingdom and for crown? Will you fight and never yeild on a Pennsic battlefield? For today's the day we take the East realm down!
On a quiet village street stood a bowman, strong and hearty As he bade a fond fairwell to his pretty peasant lass And his eyes were flashin bright as he bent his head and kissed her And these words he said, benieth the partin' glass:
Will you stand in the van like a true Western man And hold the line, for kingdom and for crown? Will you fight and never yeild on Estrella's battlefield, For today's the day we're takin An Tir down!
Came a knight upon his steed, with his squires ridin after With his pennon and his lance and his shinin' silver mail With his lady's favor hangin' from his belt of leather, And passin' close he smiled and bade me "Hail!"
Will you stand in the van like a Caid fighting man And hold the line for kingdom and for crown? Will you fight and never yield on Estrella's battlefield For today's the day we're takin' Aten down!
In a sunny castle hall, with her minstrels and her maidens, Stood a lady, strong and proud, with a fire in her eyes "If my king is off to war, what can I but fight beside him?" And she raised her sword and shouted to the sky,
Will you stand in the van like a true Eastern man And hold the line for kingdom and for crown? Will you fight and never yeild on a Pennsic battlefield, For today's the day we take the Middle down!
From city and from township, from barony and marches, Come the folk of our fair land with a fire in their eyes Knights and Masters, Men-at-Arms, Lords and Ladies fit for battle, And a hundred thousand others 'neith the sky
Will you stand in the van like a true aten man And hold the line for kingdom and for crown Will you fight and never yeild on Estrella's battlefield For today's the day we're takin Caid down!
And one by Leslie Fish, because I think everyone should know this song. True Story
As I was out walkin, expectin no harm Two big FBI men grabbed me by the arm Dragged me into a cellar, shone lights in my eyes Demandin true answers without any lies About a new threat to good patriotism, This society for creative anarchism!
I said, they're just
[chorus] Harmless historical nuts Who wear boiler plate on their butts Who dress up in clothes from the twelfth century To bash on each other with sticks and debris And make up the world's largest private army Harmless historical nuts!
I answered, "Tis true, to that club I belong, But pardon me, gentlefolk, you've spelled the name wrong. Now I swear by the cross and the host and the prism, That last word is actually 'anachronism.' It just means 'outdated': pray why don't you look In Sir Mirriam Webster's reliable book?"
It says we're just
[chorus]
When finally persuaded to look up the word They blushed and they winched, loud enough to be heard They hastily set me back out on the street But I knew, twasn't over, and once more we'd meet So I passed on the warning to realms far and near To give the impression for all the next year
That we're just
[chorus]
And soon enough, four infiltraters came in All looking for politics, sniffing for sin Three went away again, scratching their heads But the fourth quit his job and turned stick-jock instead He's won coronets, he's in love with the sport And we still have a copy of his last report
It says we're just
[chorus 2x]
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 8:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 9:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2006 10:32 am
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Well, I don't know any drinking songs, and I don't know enough war songs to pick a favorite, but I'll post the lyrics to one or two...
The Song of Roland
The fairest flower of chivalry to bloom in all the land, and the noblest of all the knights of Charlemagne.
Was Roland, Roland, King Charles' sister's son. Reknowned through all the Frankish lands for battles you have won. In council hear ye Ganelon make plea to go to war, To aid the rebel Serecens against their rightfull lords.
Roland, Roland, you call this plan illmade, But nonetheless does Charlemagne agree to give them aid. Then Ganelon requests you for the post most perilous, And willingly do you accept, as honor deems you must.
Roland, Roland, the Red Guard you command, With Oliver, your loyal friend, to ride at your right hand, But at the Vale of Renceval, you know your doom is nigh, the Serecens, they hold the pass, and will not let you by.
Roland, Roland, sound your mighty horn, And try to call the men back who rode out just yestermorn! The King has heard your call afar, but Ganelon says, "Ney! 'Tis only our young Roland out a'hunting on this day!"
Roland, Roland, sound your horn again, As fierce the battle rages through the valley and the glen. Again the King has heard your call, again the traitor lies! And none will come to aid you, since your peril he denies!
Roland, Roland, sound your final blast, As one by one your men-at-arms die fighting at the pass! And at the last is Oliver, by swordsmen overthrown! And ye of all the Frankish hosts now stand alone!
Roland, Roland, oh, black the day you died, Your comrades slain around you and your sword down by your side. They found you on the hilltop with your face turned toward the foe, And never has there been a day of such great woe.
Roland, Roland, your name will live in song, Whenever brave men take up arms to right a mighty wrong! The fairest flower of chivalry to bloom in all the land, And the noblest of all the knights of Charlemagne!
Yeah... I've another one, but I don't know all the words, and I can't remember what it's called, so I can't look them up... Oh, and about Roland, I apologize for any spelling errors, or anything; I just kinda... typed it from memory just now... sweatdrop
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i love The March Of Cambreadth by Heather Alexander...
Axes flash, broadsword swing, Shining armour's piercing ring Horses run with polished shield, Fight Those Bastards till They Yield Midnight mare and blood red roan, Fight to Keep this Land Your Own Sound the horn and call the cry, How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Follow orders as you're told, Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold Fight until you die or drop, A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop Close your mind to stress and pain, Fight till You're No Longer Sane Let not one damn cur pass by, How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Guard your women and children well, Send These Bastards Back to Hell We'll teach them the ways of war, They Won't Come Here Any More Use your shield and use your head, Fight till Every One is Dead Raise the flag up to the sky, How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
Dawn has broke, the time has come, Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum We'll win the war and pay the toll, We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul Midnight mare and blood red roan, Fight to Keep this Land Your Own Sound the horn and call the cry, How Many of Them Can We Make Die! hehe... sneaky way to promote my war slide show... i already posted it in the links page... but i will put it here too..
march of cambreadth
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