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Post by bravomailer on Aug 24, 2020 3:16:51 GMT
Songs that mention being drafted or volunteering for military service. The idea here is going into the military, not simply being in it. There are hundreds of those.
Copperhead Row by Steve Earle
I volunteered for the army on my birthday They draft the white trash first 'round here anyway.
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Post by cypher on Aug 24, 2020 11:48:56 GMT
Arlo Guthrie's 'Alice's Restaurant Massacree'
I'm here to talk about the draft
They got a buildin' down in New York City called Whitehall Street, where you
Walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected and selected!
I went down and got my physical examination one day, and I walked in, sat
Down (got good and drunk the night before, so I looked and felt my best when
I went in that morning, 'cause I wanted to look like the All-American Kid
From New York City. I wanted to feel like I wanted to be the
All-american Kid from New York), and I walked in, sat down, I was hung down
Brung down, hung up and all kinds of mean, nasty, ugly things
And I walked in, I sat down, they gave me a piece of paper that said "Kid
See the psychiatrist in room 604"
I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I want to kill! I want to see
Blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth! Eat dead, burnt bodies! I
Mean Kill. Kill!".....
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Post by petrolino on Aug 24, 2020 13:25:26 GMT
'Sun warm on my face, I hear you Down below movin' slow And it's morning
Take my time this morning, no hurry To learn to kill and take the will From unknown faces
Today was the day for action Leave my bed to kill instead Why should it happen'
- 'Draft Morning' (The Byrds)
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Post by bravomailer on Aug 24, 2020 17:05:07 GMT
A Civil War lament
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Post by DrKrippen on Aug 24, 2020 17:54:13 GMT
Dave Alvin - 1968
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Post by petrolino on Aug 24, 2020 21:27:04 GMT
'Are you believing the morning papers? War is coming back in style There's generals here, advisors there And Russians nibbling everywhere The chessboard's filling up with red We make more profits when we blow off their heads
Economy is looking bad Let's start another war when ya get drafted Fan the fires of racist hatred We want total war when ya get drafted
Drooling fingers Panic buttons Playing with missiles like they're toys There's easy money, easy jobs Especially when you build the bombs That blow big cities off the map Just guess who profits when we build 'em back up Yeah, what Big Business wants Big Business gets
It wants a war when ya get drafted Trilateral Commission goonies laugh and scheme for more when ya get drafted Call the Army! Call the Navy! Stocked with kids from slums when ya get drafted If you can't afford a slick attorney We might make you a spy
Forget your demonstrations Kids today sit on their ass when ya get drafted Just a six-pack And you're happy We're prepared For when ya get drafted'
- 'When Ya Get Drafted' (Dead Kennedys)
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Post by bravomailer on Aug 24, 2020 22:10:04 GMT
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Post by bravomailer on Aug 30, 2020 6:02:47 GMT
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Post by bravomailer on Aug 30, 2020 6:07:51 GMT
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Post by Ass_E9 on Sept 13, 2020 19:56:07 GMT
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Post by petrolino on Sept 19, 2020 1:43:10 GMT
'Oh I'm just a typical American boy From a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd And keeping 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
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat And my asthma's getting worse O 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 racked-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 hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies But 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 Yeah, kill me a thousand or so And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
I'll be the first to go ...'
- 'Draft Dodger Rag' (Phil Ochs)
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