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Lyrics

  • 03-04-2005 5:14pm
    #1
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 908 ✭✭✭


    Hi, I was just wondering if anybody here writes/has written lyrics? I've written a few pieces gonna get some gear together and try record them soon.. Here's some I wrote during the week, based loosely on a story I read. If anybody has any ideas/opinions/corrections good or bad, feel free.. The refrain is dodgy I know. It needs expansion. It's far from complete.

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    Johnny landed in Saigon in December
    With a pack in his hand, and a gun
    Holding up Johnson's letter
    As he stood under the burning sun

    He was assigned to the first cavalry
    Of the Third Battalion, Vietnam
    And as nineteen sixty eight rang in'
    He weeped as he wrote to his ma'


    For five long weeks Johnny stood
    As a munitions guard of the night
    When out nowhere came a blast
    With a flash that burned his sight

    The first cavalry were put into action
    Their destination was Hue (pronounced hway, as far as I know!)
    They flew the flag of war, and
    Johnny held the pole all the way

    In Hue he saw a thousand dead
    And he shot a eleven more
    By evening they'd held the river
    And by night he lay dead on the floor


    Johnny had woke in the middle of night
    And lit up a Marlboro Red
    When the smoke caught the sniper's eye
    A bullet caught him right in the head


    They said prayers in Johnny's honour
    Crossed the flag for his sacrifice
    While Nixon made another speech
    And Johnson said his goodbyes

    Flares in an a tattered envelope
    And box of Marlboro Red
    We're all that came home that day
    With the last letter that Johnny had sent



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