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On 5/2/2019 at 7:41 AM, Tippaporn said:

Jamey Johnson on Rebel Soldier, written by Major Innes Randolph of

the Confederate States of America.  Click on the link as YT doesn't allow embedding of this tune.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGvbjfHTy2Y

A very moving song Tippers. I expect you've read the book 'Cold Mountain' by Charles Frazier, it's so evocative, like this song.

Moving away from sombre feelings, QMS and Rebel. I love the tune but it puzzles me as none of QMS were southerners as far as I know. Dino Valenti was from Massachusetts! Maybe they meant it as an anti government song.

I am a good ol' rebel, that's exactly what I am.

For your damn land of freedom, I do not give a damn.

Three hundred thousand yankees, lyin' dead on that southern dust.

We got three hundred thousand, 'fore they got next to us.

They died of the southern fever, O southern steel and shot.

And I wish we'd got three million, more'n what we got.

I can't take up my musket, fight them no more.

But I ain't gonna love 'em, that's for got damn sure.

And I don't want no pardon, for what I done and am.

And I will not be reconstructed, And I do not give a damn!"

 

 

 

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1 hour ago, bannork said:

A very moving song Tippers. I expect you've read the book 'Cold Mountain' by Charles Frazier, it's so evocative, like this song.

Moving away from sombre feelings, QMS and Rebel. I love the tune but it puzzles me as none of QMS were southerners as far as I know. Dino Valenti was from Massachusetts! Maybe they meant it as an anti government song.

I am a good ol' rebel, that's exactly what I am.

For your damn land of freedom, I do not give a damn.

Three hundred thousand yankees, lyin' dead on that southern dust.

We got three hundred thousand, 'fore they got next to us.

They died of the southern fever, O southern steel and shot.

And I wish we'd got three million, more'n what we got.

I can't take up my musket, fight them no more.

But I ain't gonna love 'em, that's for got damn sure.

And I don't want no pardon, for what I done and am.

And I will not be reconstructed, And I do not give a damn!"

 

 

 

No, never read Cold Mountain.  Wish I had more time to read as I used to read a lot.  At one time in my twenties I had over 1,000 books, many of them classical literature.  Didn't own a TV for almost 10 years between the mid 70's and mid 80's.

 

The American civil war intrigued me when I was in grade school and on.  I used to know all of the battles fought.  What amazed me was the absolute carnage.  Gettysburg being the worst, with over 50,00 casualties in a three day period.  Mind boggling.  The first major battle of the war, the First Battle of Bull Run, was actually attended by spectators; men and women and children who came for a picnic to watch the battle.  Thinking there would be little bloodshed they thought very much wrong.  Upwards of 5,000 casualties resulted.  That battle was termed by some as the picnic battle.

 

Anyway, I'd speculate that most civil war songs were of a somber tone.  Believing in reincarnation I always imagined I would have been involved in the era and in that theatre in particular.  I can't otherwise explain my strong emotional attachment to that war.

 

OMS were comprised of New Englanders and Californians.  Of course many were of a rebellious nature in the 60's, and with the ongoing Vietnam war it wouldn't surprise me that a song about the civil war was a fit of some sorts.

 

Good to see you back, bannork.

 

 

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28 minutes ago, tutsiwarrior said:

 

deserves another

 

someone called war the ultimate folly...

This songs lyrics must be the saddest I've ever read.  Yeah, whilst the sane amongst us consider war the ultimate folly the insane who promote war consider themselves not only sane but righteous as well (and richer).  It's astonishing to consider how capable men are in their ability to deceive themselves to act in absolute contradiction to even the most basic tenants of life.  And again, they consider themselves more than sane.  Fools.

 

Don't be posting any more of this sadness, tutsi.  You've cast a shadow on my day now.  LOL

 

Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said, "Son
It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli

And how well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --
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,"
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --
Never knew there was worse things than dying

For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me

So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn and to pity

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then they turned all their faces away

And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question

But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

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14 minutes ago, Tippaporn said:

This songs lyrics must be the saddest I've ever read.  Yeah, whilst the sane amongst us consider war the ultimate folly the insane who promote war consider themselves not only sane but righteous as well (and richer).  It's astonishing to consider how capable men are in their ability to deceive themselves to act in absolute contradiction to even the most basic tenants of life.  And again, they consider themselves more than sane.  Fools.

 

Don't be posting any more of this sadness, tutsi.  You've cast a shadow on my day now.  LOL

 

Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915, my country said, "Son
It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun
And they marched me away to the war

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli

And how well I remember that terrible day
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --
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,"
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --
Never knew there was worse things than dying

For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me

So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve, to mourn and to pity

But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then they turned all their faces away

And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reviving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question

But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

yeah, it's been awhile since I've listened to this song...with any greater frequency then I'd get me keyboard all rusty with me tears...futility and sadness go together well in the most affecting songs...

 

 

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