Butcher's Tale (Western Front 1914)

by Chris White

A butcher, yes that was my trade
But the King's shilling is now my fee
A butcher I may as well have stayed
For the slaughter that I see

And the preacher in his pulpit
Sermoned, 'Go and fight, do what is right'
But he don't have to hear these guns
And I bet he sleeps at night

And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home
Please let me go home

And I have seen a friend of mine
Hang on the wire like some rag toy
Then in the heat the flies come down
And cover up the boy

And the flies come down in Gommecourt,
Thiepval, Mametz Wood, and French Verdun
If the preacher, he could see those flies
Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns

And I can't stop shaking
My hands won't stop shaking
My arms won't stop shaking
My mind won't stop shaking
I want to go home
Please let me go home

Hung Up

by Paul Weller

Hidden in the back seat of my head
Someplace, I can't remember where
I found it just by coincidence
And now I'm all hung up again

Just like a soldier from the past
Who won't be told it's over yet
Refusing to lay down his gun
He'll keep on fighting 'til his war is won

Waiting for the moment
That will catch me by surprise
Extraordinary
Trying to cease the war inside

Till There Was You

by Meredith Wilson

There were bells on the hill
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
Till there was you

There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
Till there was you

And there was music
And there were wonderful roses
They tell me
In sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew

There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
Till there was you

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

by Martin Luther
Trans. by Fred­er­ic H. Hedge

A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God's own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of Darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God's truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.

Typecast

by Ryan Adams

You and I, we were born to play these parts
And we play them so well
So well and often, sometimes you and I forget
Who we really are
It keeps me locked into the deal

Binary stars, companions in the sky
Always in orbit, but never to collide
We're just not going supernova any time soon
We're just two stars out under the moon

We're typecast
We play losers who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
We're typecast
What a show, why won't they cancel us?
We got a million more seasons to go
We've been typecast

Every shadow I knew you underneath was just a studio trick
A spotlight on the stage
Black bottles to simulate the depth
To manipulate the young and naïve
And hide your age

We're worse than liars, we're paid to be fixed
Ghost lights in our living rooms for in-between matinées
Two lonely stars someplace beyond the moon
Where the light is coming from
But never receiving or getting any

Good Vibrations

by Tony Asher

I love the colorful clothes she wears
And she's already working on my brain
I only looked in her eyes
But I picked up something I just can't explain

I'm picking up good vibrations
She's giving me the excitations

I bet I know what she's like
And I can feel how right she'd be for me
It's weird how she comes in so strong
And I wonder what she's picking up from me

I don't know where, but she sends me there
Got to keep those loving good vibrations
A-happening with her

I'm picking up good vibrations
She's giving me the excitations

S'posin'

by Paul Denniker

S'posin' I should fall in love with you
Do you think that you could love me too?
S'posin' I should hold you and caress you
Would it impress you?
Or perhaps distress you?

S'posin' I should say, 'For you I yearn'
Would you think I'm speaking out of turn?
And s'posin' I declare it
Would you take my love and share it?
I'm not s'posin', 'cause I'm in love with you