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  • #16
    Can't believe I forgot about "99 Red Balloons" by Nena yesterday. Even better in the original German version, "99 Luftballoons".
    Author of the unofficial and strictly non canon Alternative Survivor’s Guide to the United Kingdom

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    • #17
      For that the late Cold War feeling:

      Two Tribes Frankie goes to Hollywood

      Everybody wants to rule the world Tears for Fears

      Russians Sting

      Land of Confusion Genesis

      When the Wind Blows David Bowie

      When the Children cry White Lion
      Lieutenant John Chard: If it's a miracle, Colour Sergeant, it's a short chamber Boxer Henry point 45 caliber miracle.

      Colour Sergeant Bourne: And a bayonet, sir, with some guts behind.

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      • #18
        Mmmm... Music!

        I like this one for the start, cause it oozes the beginning of a coming dark age:



        And this one for the end of the session ("rolling the credits" like: "tonights beer was provided by.."):



        Btw: "Gimme shelter" from 1969 is now added to my list of T2k-"Soundtrack"-Music - fits well into the broad spectrum of music for the overall theme... nice choice!
        Last edited by Tombot; 06-20-2012, 04:41 AM.

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        • #19
          The song I Was Only 19 by Redgum is, I think, the most poignant song about the experiences of young Australians in the Vietnam War. The Aussie accent and military slang might be a bit hard to decypher for my non-Australian friends so I'm including the lyrics.



          Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing-out parade at Puckapunyal
          It was a long march from cadets.
          The sixth battalion was the next to tour, and it was me who drew the card.
          We did Canungra, Shoalwater before we left.

          And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
          This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean.
          And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens.
          God help me, I was only nineteen.

          From Vung Tau, riding Chinooks, to the dust at Nui Dat
          I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
          But we made our tents a home, VB and pinups on the lockers
          And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub.

          And can you tell me, doctor, why I stil can't get to sleep
          And night-time's just a jungle dark and a barking M16
          And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means
          God help me, I was only ninteen.

          A four week operation when each step could mean your last one on two legs
          It was a war within yourself.
          But you wouldn't let your mates down til they had you dusted off
          So you closed your eyes and thought about something else.

          Then someone yelled out "Contact!" and the bloke behind me swore
          We hooked in there for hours, then a Godalmighty roar
          Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon,
          God help me, he was going home in June.

          I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
          On a thirty-six hour rec leave in Vung Tau
          And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle
          Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row.

          And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears
          And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real.
          I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feel
          God help me, I was only nineteen.

          And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep
          And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet
          And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means
          God help me, I was only nineteen.
          sigpic "It is better to be feared than loved" - Nicolo Machiavelli

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          • #20
            There's an obscure one by Puscifier that's melancholoy and though-provoking: The Humbling River.

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            • #21
              How about "The Man Comes Around" by Johnny Cash Or "Drive On" (ibid)

              I love the suggestion of "Gimme Shelter".
              THIS IS MY SIG, HERE IT IS.

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              • #22
                i tend to open sessions with "nuclear attack" by sabaton. its great for setting the mood.
                the best course of action when all is against you is to slow down and think critically about the situation. this way you are not blindly rushing into an ambush and your mind is doing something useful rather than getting you killed.

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                • #23
                  Originally posted by Targan View Post
                  The song I Was Only 19 by Redgum is, I think, the most poignant song about the experiences of young Australians in the Vietnam War...
                  One of my favourites is "Khe Sanh" by Cold Chisel. Love that song. First heard it in a bar in Adelaide in 1991, didn't manage to get a copy on CD until around 2000 when an Aussie girl at work got her family back home to post a copy over for me (internet shopping was in its infancy then (at least for me) and the record stores I tried in the UK hadn't heard of Cold Chisel)
                  Author of the unofficial and strictly non canon Alternative Survivor’s Guide to the United Kingdom

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                  • #24
                    Universal Soldier

                    ... by Donovan has an eons-spanning theme and a somber feel. It was inspired by the Vietnam War but it addresses the timelessness of war. One could easily add a verse about the Twilight War. Here are the lyrics.

                    He is five foot two,
                    And he's six feet four,
                    He fights with missiles and with spears,
                    He's all of thirty-one,
                    And he's only seventeen,
                    He's been a soldier for a thousand years.

                    He's a Catholic, a Hindu,
                    An atheist, a Chein,
                    A Budhist, and a Baptist and a Jew,
                    And he knows, he shouldn't kill,
                    And he knows, he always will,
                    Killing for me, my friend, and me for you.

                    And he's fighting for Canada,
                    He's fighting for France,
                    He's fighting for the USA
                    And he's fighting for the Russians,
                    He's fighting for Japan,
                    And he thinks we'll put an end to war this way.

                    And he's fighting for democracy,
                    He's fighting for the Reds,
                    He says it's for the peace of all,
                    He's the one who must decide,
                    Who's to live and who's to die,
                    And he never sees the writing on the wall.

                    But without him, how would Hitler
                    Have condemned him at Lw'ow, (German concentration camp)
                    Without him Cesar would have stood alone,
                    He's the one, who gives his body
                    As a weapon of the war,
                    And without him all this killing can't go on.

                    He's the universal soldier,
                    And he really is to blame,
                    His orders come from far away, no more,
                    They come from here and there,
                    And you and me and brothers,
                    Can't you see,
                    This is not the way we put the end to war.
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                    • #25
                      James mentioned Brothers in Arms earlier - not sure if he meant the album or the individual track, but there's a track on the album called "Ride Across The River" that has lyrics appropriate for T2K:

                      "I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog of war
                      And we don't give a damn who the killing is for
                      It's the same old story with a different name
                      Death or glory, it's the killing game "

                      (I keep planning on using those lyrics as an intro to a piece about a mercenary / marauder group)

                      Also Masters of War by Bob Dylan (since covered by various artists)

                      Come you masters of war
                      You that build all the guns
                      You that build the death planes
                      You that build all the bombs
                      You that hide behind walls
                      You that hide behind desks
                      I just want you to know
                      I can see through your masks.

                      You that never done nothin'
                      But build to destroy
                      You play with my world
                      Like it's your little toy
                      You put a gun in my hand
                      And you hide from my eyes
                      And you turn and run farther
                      When the fast bullets fly.

                      Like Judas of old
                      You lie and deceive
                      A world war can be won
                      You want me to believe
                      But I see through your eyes
                      And I see through your brain
                      Like I see through the water
                      That runs down my drain.

                      You fasten all the triggers
                      For the others to fire
                      Then you set back and watch
                      When the death count gets higher
                      You hide in your mansion'
                      As young people's blood
                      Flows out of their bodies
                      And is buried in the mud.

                      You've thrown the worst fear
                      That can ever be hurled
                      Fear to bring children
                      Into the world
                      For threatening my baby
                      Unborn and unnamed
                      You ain't worth the blood
                      That runs in your veins.

                      How much do I know
                      To talk out of turn
                      You might say that I'm young
                      You might say I'm unlearned
                      But there's one thing I know
                      Though I'm younger than you
                      That even Jesus would never
                      Forgive what you do.

                      Let me ask you one question
                      Is your money that good
                      Will it buy you forgiveness
                      Do you think that it could
                      I think you will find
                      When your death takes it's toll
                      All the money you made
                      Will never buy back your soul.

                      And I hope that you die
                      And your death'll come soon
                      I will follow your casket
                      In the pale afternoon
                      And I'll watch while you're lowered
                      Down to your deathbed
                      And I'll stand over your grave
                      'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
                      Author of the unofficial and strictly non canon Alternative Survivor’s Guide to the United Kingdom

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                      • #26
                        "Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon,
                        God help me, he was going home in June."


                        I get that it rhymes, but I take "mankind kicked the moon" as a reference to the first moon landing, which of course, was in July of 1969. So, Frankie was going home in 11 more months Hell, anything could've happened in that time.

                        But damn, that song gave me chills listening to it. Thanks for pointing it out.
                        "They couldn't hit an elephant at this dis...."

                        Major General John Sedgwick, Union Army (1813 - 1864)

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                        • #27
                          I use this one for a session after the team got home and were trying to create a resistance group in a town controlled by a New American government.

                          Take the children and yourself
                          And hide out in the cellar
                          By now the fighting will be close at hand
                          Don't believe the church and state
                          And everything they tell you
                          Believe in me, I'm with the high command

                          Can you hear me, can you hear me running
                          Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you
                          Can you hear me, can you hear me running
                          Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you

                          There's a gun and ammunition
                          Just inside the doorway
                          Use it only in emergency
                          Better you should pray to God
                          The Father and the Spirit
                          Will guide you and protect from up here

                          Can you hear me, can you hear me running
                          Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you
                          Can you hear me, can you hear me running
                          Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you

                          Swear allegiance to the flag
                          Whatever flag they offer
                          Never hint at what you really feel
                          Teach the children quietly
                          For some day sons and daughters
                          Will rise up and fight while we stood still

                          Can you hear me, can you hear me running
                          Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you
                          Can you hear me, can you hear me running
                          Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you
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                          Each day I encounter stupid people I keep wondering... is today when I get my first assault charge??

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