In honor of Bastille Day: Post your fav. "comrades in arms" song.

[Coventina]

Mine: Fernando by ABBA -

But I have to give honorable mention to the Alarm's "68 Guns"

[charlie and algernon]

1. "Brothers in Arms", by Dire Straits

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day youll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And youll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
Ive watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Theres so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

[Rabrrrrrr]

2. Rush - "Bastille Day"

[greatauntoftriplets]

3. La Marseillaise -- the French national hymn

Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
Contre nous de la tyrannie,
L'étendard sanglant est levé, (bis)
Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
Mugir ces féroces soldats ?
Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras
Egorger vos fils et vos compagnes !



Refrain
Aux armes, citoyens,
Formez vos bataillons,
Marchons, marchons !
Qu'un sang impur
Abreuve nos sillons !


1
Que veut cette horde d'esclaves,
De traîtres, de rois conjurés ?
Pour qui ces ignobles entraves,
Ces fers dès longtemps préparés ? (bis)
Français, pour nous, ah ! quel outrage
Quels transports il doit exciter !
C'est nous qu'on ose méditer
De rendre à l'antique esclavage !
(au Refrain)

2
Quoi ! des cohortes étrangères
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers !
Quoi ! ces phalanges mercenaires
Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers ! (bis)
Grand Dieu ! par des mains enchaînées
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient
De vils despotes deviendraient
Les maîtres de nos destinées !
(au Refrain)

3
Tremblez, tyrans et vous perfides
L'opprobre de tous les partis,
Tremblez ! vos projets parricides
Vont enfin recevoir leurs prix ! (bis)
Tout est soldat pour vous combattre,
S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros,
La terre en produit de nouveaux,
Contre vous tout prêts à se battre !
(au Refrain)

4
Français, en guerriers magnanimes,
Portez ou retenez vos coups !
Epargnez ces tristes victimes,
A regret s'armant contre nous. (bis)
Mais ces despotes sanguinaires,
Mais ces complices de Bouillé,
Tous ces tigres qui, sans pitié,
Déchirent le sein de leur mère !
(au Refrain)

5
Amour sacré de la Patrie,
Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs
Liberté, Liberté chérie,
Combats avec tes défenseurs ! (bis)
Sous nos drapeaux que la victoire
Accoure à tes mâles accents,
Que tes ennemis expirants
Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire !
(au Refrain)

6
Nous entrerons dans la carrière
Quand nos aînés n'y seront plus,
Nous y trouverons leur poussière
Et la trace de leurs vertus (bis)
Bien moins jaloux de leur survivre
Que de partager leur cercueil,
Nous aurons le sublime orgueil
De les venger ou de les suivre
(au Refrain)

[Oeditpus Rex]

4. Beat me to it

When the French drown out the Germans with that in "Casablanca," I always want to stand and sing — and I don't know it, nor am I even French. :D

[greatauntoftriplets]

5. That was an amazingly dramatic scene.

And, of course, it was the first song that I thought of. I do have a bit of French ancestry.

:)

[Oeditpus Rex]

6. Especially that one woman

The one who was in love with the bartender; who yelled "Vivre la France!" Man, the look on her face. No faux patriotism there.

[taterguy]

7. The Minutemen History Lesson Part II

They were warriors and comrades who left us too soon

http://youtube.com/watch?v=6fpPzAL13r4

[Xipe Totec]

8. Casablanca - Marseillaise Scene

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RFcQo_duyJU

[trof]

9. We used to sing this in the Officers' Club Stag (pilots') Bar:

I wanted wings, 'till I got the Goddamned things
Now, I don't want them anymore
They taught me how to fly, then they sent me off to die
Well, I've had a belly full of war
You can save those bloody Zeros
For the other Goddamned heroes
Distinguished Flying Crosses
Do not compensate for losses, buster

I wanted wings, 'till I got the Goddamned things
Now, I don't want them anymore

Yes, I'll take the dames, let the rest go down in flames
I have no desire to be burned
Air Combat spells romance, 'til they shoot holes in my pants
I'm not a fighter, I have learned
You can save the Mitsubishis
For the other sons-a-bitches
I'd rather make a woman
Than be shot down in a Grumman, buster
more here:
http://www.folklore.ms/mp3/1960s/1960ca-the-wild-blue-yonder--oscar-brand-(LP)/13-i-wanted-wings.htm

We were a devil-may-care bunch.
:evilgrin:

[Xipe Totec]

10. Do you hear the people sing?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUCZywEwbvo