Anyone remember this song by the Kinks? It's timely.

[mwb970]

SOME MOTHER'S SON (Ray Davies)

Some mother’s son lies in a field
Someone has killed some mother’s son today
Head blown up by some soldier’s gun
While all the mothers stand and wait
Some mother’s son ain’t coming home today
Some mothers son ain’t got no grave

Two soldiers fighting in a trench
One soldier glances up to see the sun
And dreams of games he played when he was young
And then his friend calls out his name
It stops his dream and as he turns his head
A second later he is dead

Some mother’s son lies in a field
Back home they put his picture in a frame
But all dead soldiers look the same
While all the parents stand and wait
To meet their children coming home from school
Some mother’s son is lying dead

Somewhere someone is crying
Someone is trying to be so brave
But still the world keeps turning
Though all the children have gone away

Some mother’s son lies in a field
But in his mother’s eyes he looks the same
As on the day he went away

They put his picture on the wall
They put flowers in the picture frame
Some mother's memory remains

[Tesla]

1. of course I have to add....

Artist - Tesla

Album - Psychotic Supper

Lyrics - Freedom Slaves


I pledge no allegiance to your flag.
I feel I got me some damn good reasons for feelin' bad.
Way they take away ev'ry mother's son,
If you want freedom now, it's got to be won.
It's only bullets. It's just a gun.
Ain't gon' hurt no one.
I don't know what they must be thinkin'.
Makin' decisions on a hard night's drinkin'.
Momma, gon' take your little boy.
Gonna make him 'to a man,
Make him a stranger in a strange land.

Freedom slaves
What have you done
Freedom slaves
With ev'ry mother's son?
Freedom slaves
Can't ya see that we're all freedom slaves?
Freedom slaves
What have you done?
Freedom slaves
And all for number one.
Freedom slaves
It's clear to see that we're all freedom slaves.
No sign of justice nor liberty
By takin' an Indian Nation, 'cause they was all that we wanted to be.
All good people from the Kingdom of the Sun.
Welcome to freedom. Now, there's work to be done.
It's only natural to know it's wrong.
Why did it go so long?
I don't know what next they'll be killin',
Rapin' the land with pollution and spillin'.
Here's to the tired, to the hungry, to the helpless and the poor.
Is there no glory for blisters and sores?

Who are those people?
So patriotically sittin' back of tables
POn their asses, lickin' labels, tryin' to change me.
You'd think the way they act, the way they carry on,
You'd think that I was the devil's Seventh Son.
But it's only words. It's just a song.
Ain't gonna hurt no one.

Freedom slaves.
Freedom slaves.
Freedom slaves.
Attention!
About Face!
March!
Left, right, left, right, left, right.
Your momma, she was a....(fade out)

[tinfoilinfor2005]

2. Didn't they also sing, "So tired, tired of waiting, tired of

waiting for you?"
That also seems appropriate for Cindy, sitting in a ditch in Crawford.

[Buns_of_Fire]

3. That was from their "Arthur" album, I think.

Sad song. Very apropos. :-(

[Lannes]

4. Saw them in the 70s at MSG

They still could put on a great show.

[hobbit709]

5. So's this one

Kiss My Ass
Country Joe & The Fish

Well, I got out of school and I was feeling kinda down
I thought I'd join the army just to take a look around
I went down to the recruiter man
and that's when my troubles began.
Well, I've been up, down and around
this country a couple of times,
but I had never knew until I got into the army
that thinking for yourself was a crime.
Get over here, stand over there,
let's see your identification.
shut your mouth, son, get back in line,
we're sendng you to south east asia.
Well, they gave me some shoes that hurt my feet
they gave me some food not fit to eat,
they told me that I wasn't fighting alone,
they sent me to saigon and they stayed home.
Well, I've been up, down and around
this country more than a couple of times,
but I never knew until I joined the army
that thinking for yourself was a crime.
Get over here, stand over there
let's see your identification.
shut your mouth, son, get back in line,
we're sending you to south east asia.
oh yeah.
Da da da da da da,ba ba ba ba ba ba..
I said one, two, three, four,
we don't want your fuckin' war,
a,b,c,d,
get someone else, hey don't get me,
left, right, left, right,
the whole damn thing puts me uptight.
I've done my duty and i fought my fight
and I thought I knew I was doing right,
but it's all over, I'm free at last,
if they want any more, they can kiss my ass.
I've been up, down and around
the country more than a couple of times,
but I never knew until I got into the army
that thinking for yourself was a crime.
Get over here, stand over there,
let's see your identification.
shut your mouth, son, get back in line,
we're sending you to south east asia-- like hell.

[bluedonkey]

6. Think positive!

New America
Bad Religion

Do you know the cost of future misery?
Have you lost your sense of sustainability?
We are just a step away
From realizing what we strive to be
But we’ve got to break out
From this insulated, blind and lame senility
Wake up the new america wo-oh!
Transcend the mass hysteria wo-oh!
Change is the thing you’re wary of wo-oh!
We need a new america wo-oh!
Laurels, human triumph
Bestowments from the past
Victories don’t mean a thing
If they don’t last
We are just marching toward extinction
With blinders on our eyes
Jeopardizing everything
We’ve learned and come to realize
You call that wise?
Open your eyes america wo-oh!
See through the lies they tell to us wo-oh!
Confront the fears that worry us wo-oh!
We need a new america wo-oh!
We don’t have to be afraid to re-invent
We’ve got to start to build
Progress and implement
For when we take our fill
And never pay the price
We only build ourselves
A fleeting, false paradise
You can live in staunch denial
And mark me as your enemy
But I’m just a voice among the throng
Who want a brighter destiny
They say with me
We are the new america wo-oh!
This is the new america? wo-oh

[atommom]

7. I've been thinking about this one a lot too...

When the truth walks away
Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay

So if you walk away
Who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to make the world be a better place

-- The Offspring, Have You Ever

[bunkerbuster1]

8. I sure do remember that. Here's another, from someone

very influenced by the Kinks: Paul Weller, of the Jam.

Little Boy Soldiers

Its funny how you never knew what my name was,
Our only contact was a form for the election.
These days I find that you don't listen,
These days I find that we're out of touch,
These days I find that I'm too busy,
So why the attention now you want my assistance -
What have you done for me.

You've gone and got yourself in trouble,
No you want me to help you out.
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
These days I find that its all too much,
To pick up a gun and shoot a stranger,
But I've got no choice so here I come - war games.

I'm up on the hills, playing little boy soldiers,
Reconnaissance duty up at 5:30.
Shoot shoot shoot and kill the natives,
You're one of us and we love you for that.
Think of honour, Queen and country,
You're a blessed son of the British Empire,
God's on our side and so is Washington.
Come out on the hills with the little boy soldiers.

Come on outside - I'll sing you a lullaby,
Or tell a tale of how goodness prevailed.
We ruled the world - we killed and robbed,
The fucking lot - but we don't feel bad.
It was done beneath the flag of democracy,

You'll believe and I do - yes I do - yes I do -
yes I do -
These days I find that I can't be bothered,
To argue with them
well what's the point?

Better to take your shots and drop down dead,
then they send you home in a pine overcoat
With a letter to your mum

Saying:
"find enclosed
one son
one medal
and a note to say he won."

[warrens]

9. Or, from Yes Sir, No Sir, also by the Kinks

Yes sir, no sir
Where do I go sir
What do I do sir
What do I say

Yes sir, no sir
Where do I go sir
What do I do sir
How do I behave

Yes sir, no sir
Permission to speak sir
Permission to breathe sir
What do I say, how do I behave, what do I say

So you think that you’ve got ambition
Stop your dreaming and your idle wishing
You’re outside and there ain’t no admission
To our play
Pack up your ambition in your old kit bag
Soon you’ll be happy with a packet of fags
Chest out stomach in
Do what I say, do what I say
Yes right away

Yes sir, no sir
Where do I go sir
What do I do sir
What do I say

Yes sir, no sir
Permission to speak sir
Permission to breathe sir
What do I say, how do I behave, what do I say

Doesn’t matter who you are
You’re there and there you are
Everything is in it’s place
Authority must be maintained
And then we know exactly where we are
Let them feel that they’re important to the cause
But let them know that they are fighting for their homes
Just be sure that they’re contributing their all
Give the scum a gun and make the bugger fight
And be sure to have deserters shot on sight
If he dies we’ll send a medal to his wife (hahahahahaha)

Yes sir, no sir
Please let me die sir
I think this life is affecting my brain
Yes sir, no sir
Three bags full sir
What do I do sir, what do I say
What do I say, how do I behave, what do I say