songs that mention war

[low-key]

War 'what is it good for"

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War is something that I despise
For it means destruction of innocent lives
For it means tears in thousands of mothers' eyes
When their sons go out to fight to give their lives

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War is the enemy of all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
Handed down from generation to generation
Induction destruction
Who wants to die

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

War has shattered many young men's dreams
Made them disabled bitter and meanLife is too precious to be fighting wars
each day
War can't give life it can only take it away

War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
Peace love and understanding
There must be some place for these things today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord there's gotta be a better way
That's better than
War

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

 

[Squidgyness]

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=jaslo4Ws6E4

Colonel bagshot - six day war

At the starting of the week
At summit talks you'll hear them speak
It's only Monday

Negotiations breaking down
See those leaders start to frown
It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch
It's only Tuesday

You never thought we'd go to war
After all the things we saw
It's April Fools' day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

We'll all go running underground
And we'll be listening for the sound
Its only Wednesday

In your shelter dimly lit
Take some wool and learn to knit
*** its a long day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

You hear a whistling overhead
Are you alive or are you dead?
It's only Thursday

You feel a shaking on the ground
A billion candles burn around
Is it your birthday?
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Although that shelter is your home
A living space you've made your own
It's only Friday

As you come out to the light
Can your eyes behold the sight
It must be doomsday
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Aint it funny how men think
They made the bomb, they are extinct
Its only Saturday

I think tomorrow's come I think its too late
I think tomorrow's come I think its too late
Make tomorrows come I think it's too late.

 

[PrincessShmoo]

CRUEL WAR

The cruel war is raging, Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him from morning til night
I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no

Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
That your captain will call you and you must obey
Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no

I'll tie back my hair, men's clothing I'll put on
I'll pass as your comrade, as we march along
I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no

Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind
I love you far better than words can e'er express
Won't you let me go with you?
Yes, my love, yes
Yes, my love, yes


PETER, PAUL & MARY


Ballad of the Green Beret

by Staff Sergeant Barry Sadler and Robin Moore, copyright 1966

Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret.


Gee, I wonder what generation I grew up in?

 

[BearcatsFan]

8th of November - Big & Rich


Said Goodbye to his mama
As he left south dakota
To fight for the Red, White and Blue
He was 19 and green with a new M16
Just doin what he had to do

He was dropped in the jungle
Where the choppers would Rumble
With the smell of Napalm in the air
Then the sergeant said, Look up ahead

Like a dark, evil cloud
1200 came down
On him and 29 more
They fought for their lives
But most of them died
In the 173rd Airborne.

On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965, the 8th of November.

Now he's 58
And his ponytails gray
But the battle still plays in his head
He limps when he walks,
But he's strong when he talks
About the shrapnel they left in his leg.

He puts on a grey suit
Over his Airborne tattoo
And He ties it on one time a year
And remembers the fallen,
As he orders a tall one
And swallows it down with his tears.

On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965, the 8th of November.

Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965.

On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around
There were few men left standing that day.

On the 8th of November,
The angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away.
With the fire raining down
And the Hell all around,
There were few men left standing that day.
Saw the eagle fly,
Through a clear, blue sky
1965, the 8th of November.

The 8th of November
The 8th of November

He said goodbye to his mama
As he left South Dakota
To fight for the Red, White, and Blue.
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doing what he had to do.

 

[Adipoo]

Songwriters: KNOPFLER, MARK
Brothers in Arms


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

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

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

 

[low-key]

The song everyone hates- Billy Dont be a Hero

the marchin' band came down along Maine Street The soldier blues fell in behind I looked across and there I saw Billy Waiting to go and join the line
And with her head upon his shoulder His young and lovely fiancée From where I stood I saw she was cryin' And through her tears I heard her say
Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife And as Billy started to go she said keep your pretty head low Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me
The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside The battle raging all around The sergeant cried, we've got to hang on, boys We've gotta hold this piece of ground
I need a volunteer to ride out And bring us back some extra men And Billy's hand was up in a moment Forgettin' all the words she said, she said
Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife And as Billy started to go she said, keep your pretty head low Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me
I heard his fiancée got a letter That told how Billy died that day The letter said that he was a hero She should be proud he died that way I heard she threw the letter away

Read more: PAPER LACE - BILLY DON'T BE A HERO LYRICS

 

[Gumbo4x4]

Civil War - Guns N Roses

 

[mrsheppo]

Ballad of the Green Beret

Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret

Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret.

 

[gratefulfred]

The Grateful Dead "Throwing Stones"
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human face.
But afraid, we may our home to waste.
Theres a fear down here we cant forget hasnt got a name just yet
Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves and the nighttime calls
And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls
By and by again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some mens eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets
Stalking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me.
Click, flashblade in ghetto night. rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley roll them bones. need that cash to feed that jones
And the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Commissars and pin-striped bosses role the dice
Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray, selling guns instead of food today.
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Heartless powers try to tell us what to think
If the spirits sleeping, then the flesh is ink.
Historys page, it is thusly carved in stone
The futures here, we are it, we are on our own.
If the game is lost then were all the same
No one left to place or take the blame.
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or this shinning ball of blue we can call our home
So the kids they dance, they shake their bones
While the politicians are throwing stones
Singing ashes, ashes all fall down.
Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south while white comes north
And the whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashions set the pace.
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical he rant and rage, singing someone got to turn the page
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone
But his pants are down, his covers blown
And the politicians are throwing stones
So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause its all too clear were on our own
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Its dizzying, the possibilities. ashes, ashes all fall down.

 

[Conservative Hippie]

Happy Christmas (War is Over) -- John Lennon

So, this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over
And a new one just begun

And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong

And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun

And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

War is over
If you want it
War is over
Now

 

[HelenePA]

Belleau Wood - Garth Brooks

Oh the snow flakes fell in silence
Over Belleau Wood that night
For a Christmas truce had been declared
By both sides of the fight
As we laid there in our trenches
The silence broke in two
By a German soldier singing
A song that we all knew

Though I did not know the language
The song was Silent Night
Then I heard my buddy whisper
"All is calm, all is bright"
Then the fear and doubt surrounded me
Cause I'd die if I was wrong
But I stood up in my trench
And I began to sing along

Then across the frozen battlefield
Another's voice joined in
Until one by one each man became
A singer of the hymn

Then I thought that I was dreaming
For right there in my sight
Stood the German soldier
Neath the falling flakes of white
And he raised his hand and smiled at me
As if he seemed to say
Here's hoping we both live to see
Us find a better way

Then the devils clock struck midnight
And the skies lit up again
And the battlefield where heaven stood
Was blown to hell again

But for just one fleeting moment
The answer seemed so clear
Heaven's not beyond the clouds
Its just beyond the fear

No heaven's not beyond the clouds
It's for us to find here

 

[sunshinehighway]

B.U.R.MA - Dirty Pretty Things


I know that you're out there
Born ready, but on the decline
To keep you from my thoughts
When we first broke the line

Do you remember like I remember?
Lost pursuits of excellence
The glory of the crowd

Lives of imperialists
Leave me with aching wrists
So no wonder you frown when you're two world wars down

So when the dark times come well I will sing you a good time song
I'm pretending that it's ending but it kills me twice as strong
Just to gaze in your eyes, makes all the difference to me.

Just be ready my angel
Be ready when I call
I've been re reading letters
They were moving warm but bitter and I cried right through them all

Oooh ooooh

The days go so slow

Ooooh oooh

We'll never get to heaven with the artillery in tow

So when the dark times come, it might warm your heart to know
That I went to the crossroads but the devil never showed
They can stick their war, Im leaving now
It makes no difference to me

I'm hoping if you know where I am
Send your heart in a telegram
I'm praying that you know where I am

Be upstairs ready my angel
Be ready when I call
And then my angel I'll be ready too and I will catch you when you fall

Do you remember like I remember
All the dirty things you said?
Do you remember like I remember
Or was it all in my head?

So when the dark times come well I will song you a good time song
I'm pretending that it's ending but it kills me to act so strong
To gaze in your eyes makes all the difference to me

So

Who's got the clap
Who's got the clap
Give yourself a clap now

 

[lovesmurfs]

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Girls have picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Taken husbands every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Covered with flowers every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

 

[lovesmurfs]

Mulan
For a long time we've been marching off to battle
In our thund'ring herd we feel a lot like cattle
Like the pounding beat our aching feet aren't easy to ignore
Hey, think of instead a girl worth fighting for
Huh?
That's what I said:
A girl worth fighting for

I want her paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars
My girl will marvel at my strength, adore my battle scars
I couldn't care less what she'll wear or what she looks like
It all depends on what she cooks like: Beef, pork, chicken ...
Mmmh ...

Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer
And I'll bet the ladies love a man in armor
You can guess what we have missed the most
since we went off to war
What do we want?
A girl worth fighting for

My girl will think I have no faults
That I'm a major find
How 'bout a girl who's got a brain
Who always speaks her mind?
Nah!
My manly ways and turn of phrase are sure to thrill her
He thinks he's such a lady-killer

I've a girl back home who's unlike any other
Yeah, the only girl who'd love him is his mother
But when we come home in victory they'll line up at the door
What do we want?
A girl worth fighting for
Wish that I had
A girl worth fighting for
A girl worth fighting -

 

[iheartdisney]

Last Letter Home by Thom Shepherd- is a prequel to the hit song Riding with Private Malone.
If you've never heard Private Malone, I'll put a link, since it isn't really war themed, and I'm tired of typing. lol
http://youtu.be/gh1m0eC1004
Thom Shepherd has a version of this as well, which I actually prefer. Just like his voice better than David Ball.
http://youtu.be/zNdAdLau6TE

Dear Mom and Dad, I'm alive and well, just wanted you to know
Its been so hot and rainy here the last two months or so
But I'm doing what I gotta do for dear ol' Uncle Sam
Who'd have known a year ago I'd be in Vietnam?
I know what we're fighting for and I'm sure we're gonna win
I'm bunking with a bunch of guys and they're all fine young men
There's Tex and Murph and Hacksaw and this young kids named Malone
I think I told you about him in my last letter home

Dear Mom and Dad, thanks for the Christmas cookies that you sent
Malone and I ate half the box and then we passed them 'round the tent
And all that snow that you've been getting I wish I could see some now
Andrew says he hopes their old barn room don't come crashing down
Well, its been a real tough week here cuz' old Charlie's on the move
We lost Murph and Hacksaw and five more from our platoon
We're hurting for replacements and supplies are running low
I know its been a last time since my last letter home

In my last letter home I told you how Malone
he tells the worst jokes in the world and he's always going on
About that car he calls his bay, man, he loves that thing so much
And if we ever make it out of here I know we'll stay in touch

We don't talk about it, but we're both scared to death
So we talk about my GTO and we talk about his 'Vette
All the stuff at home we're missing and the girls we plan to date
And the hero's welcome that we'll get with a ticker-tape parade
Another thing we never mention, but ever soldier knows
Is how long he's been in country and how much time he has to go
Speaking of short-timers my pal Andrew Malone
Just yesterday was writing his last letter home

In his last letter home he told his mom and dad
How much he was missing them, but soon he'd be back
And how he'd been to Saigon, got a tatoo on his arm
And how he couldn't wait to get back to the farm.

But later on last evening Charlie took us by surprise
They were less than twenty feet away when we opened fire
In seconds it was over and I thought we'd won the fight
But Andy said "I'm hit" in the stillness of the night
He said, "I'll never get to tell my folks goodbye"
He pulled a letter from his pocket right before he died.

So Mom and Dad, I'm writing to let you know that I'm OK
And by the time you get this I'll be headed for the states
There's one more stop i gotta make before my duty's done
'Cuz he was like my brother, and he was their only son
Yeah, I've got to take a detour, but I'll be back before too long
Cuz I promised I'd deliever his Last Letter Home

 

[snarlingcoyote]

Dixie Chicks
"Travelin' Soldier"

Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home

So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile

[Chorus]

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

 

[snarlingcoyote]

Fortunate Son
John Fogerty

Some folks are born
made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
they point the cannon right at you.
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no senator's son.
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no fortunate one.
Some folks are born
silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves.
But when the tax man comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale.
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no millionaire's son.
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no fortunate one.
Some folks inherit
star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war.
And when you ask them,
"How much should we give?"
They only answer "More! More! More!"
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no military son.
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no fortunate one.
It ain't me,
it ain't me.
I ain't no Fortunate Son.

 

[kerstfan1]

if u check out proffesor hugo keesing he made a cd box of all kind off songs about the vietnam war it is i believe 10 cd longs with a book included

 

[superme80]

Letters From War Mark Shultz
She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summers day
Found a letter from her son
In a war far away

He spoke of the weather
And good friends that he'd made
Said I'd been thinking 'bout dad
And the life that he had
Thats why I'm here today
And that the end he said
You are what I'm fighting for
It was the first of the letters from war

She started writing
You're good and you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
make it home
make it safe

She wrote every night as she prayed

Late in December
A day she'll not forget
Oh her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read

It said "I was up on a hill
I was out there alone
When the shots all rang out
And bombs were exploding
And thats when I saw him
He came back for me
And though he was captured
A man set me free
And that man was your son
He asked me to write to you
I told him i would, oh I swore"
It was the last of the letters from war

And she prayed he was living
Kept on believing
And wrote every night just to say

You are good
And you're brave
what a father that you'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe
Still she kept writing each day

Then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground
And out stepped a captain
Where her boy used to stand

He said "mom I'm following orders
From all of your letters
And I've come home again",
He ran into hold her
And dropped all his bags on the floor
Holding all of her letters from war

Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home

 

[Disneylover99]

19 - Paul Hardcastle

"In World War 2 the average age of the combat soldier was 26...
In Vietnam he was 19."