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25 March 2006 @ 10:56 am
If you see this mesage...  
...post an anti-war song in your journal. From stardragan and enchantedpagan



Phil Ochs
I Ain't Marching Anymore

Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore.

For I've killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men lying I saw many more dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore.

chorus)
It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all.

For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes I even killed my brothers
And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore.

For I marched to the battles of the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't marchin' anymore.

(chorus)

For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore.

Now the labor leader's screamin'
when they close the missile plants,
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore,
Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason,"
Call it "Love" or call it "Reason,"
But I ain't marchin' any more,
No I ain't marchin' any more.

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Phil Ochs
Draft Dodger Rag

Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin' old Castro down
And when it came my time to serve I knew "better dead than red"
But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said:

CHORUS
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen,
And I always carry a purse.
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse.
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt.
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school,
And I'm working in a defense plant.

I've got a dislocated disc and a wracked up back,
I'm allergic to flowers and bugs.
And when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fits,
And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs.
I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes,
I can hardly reach my knees.
And if the enemy came close to me,
I'd probably start to sneeze.

I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen,
And I always carry a purse.
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse.
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt.
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school,
And I'm working in a defense plant..

Ooh, I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies,
One thing you gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there
And that someone isn't me.
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell!
Kill me a thousand or so,
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
I'll be the first to go.

Yes, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
And I always carry a purse.
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse.
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt,
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school,
And I'm working in a defense plant.


The second song was the first song I ever learned how to sing. I was three, and Dad would acompany me on guitar.
 
 
I'm Feeling: amusedamused
Listening To: Phil Ochs ~ I Ain't Marchin' Anymore
 
 
 
~: empathy_enrianamorpheus0013 on March 25th, 2006 06:04 pm (UTC)
*laughs out loud* My father has sung "Draft Dodger's Rag" to me since I can remember. Until a few years ago, when I got a Chad Mitchell Trio CD with the song on it, I always had to sing, "...to flowers and bugs, and I don't remember the words to this part and I'm addicted to a thousand drugs..." because that's how my dad always sang it--he couldn't remember that line. =)
Carolinemusesrealm on March 25th, 2006 06:38 pm (UTC)
*laughs*