Posted: 12/17/2009 4:42:35 PM EDT
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Was listening to this tonight. As usual, got a little misty. (What can I say... I know the guy who wrote it.) AFAIC... best song about the job... ever. What do you think? "Walk All The Days" I never figured it would end up this way, As I lay on the ground and silently prayed, For God's intervention, my soul to save. Who the hell is the saint of lost causes? Could see by their eyes, my time, it wasn't long. Reporters inquired why my vest wasn't on. My partner was crying for me to stay strong. The sirens seemed to grow quieter... Walk all the days, just to stagger at night. A pension at 20, if all goes all right. To the junkies, the yuppies, Ice-T and the whores... I bid you a slan agus beannacht. (Good-bye and God bless...) It seemed like the shooter was barely fifteen. Already, his life had been stripped of all dreams. The crack and the gats, make for one hectic scene. Life's never seemed any cheaper. I'll always remember the words that he said. Over and over, they ring through my head. "Go ahead, shoot me, I'm already dead!" I see there's more than one victim. Walk all the days, just to stagger at night. A pension at 20, if all goes all right. To the junkies, the yuppies, Ice-T and the whores... I bid you a slan agus beannacht. (Good-bye and God bless...) On the day of the funeral, they all will be there. The TV, the papers, that scumbag the mayor. They'll tell all your family their grief is shared. Next week, you're going to be forgotten. To my friends I say, go on out for drink. Don't give a fuck what the hypocrites think. Belly up to the bar, give your glasses a clink. A toast, to your fallen brother. Walk all the days, just to stagger at night. A pension at 20, if all goes all right. To the junkies, the yuppies, Ice-T and the whores... I bid you a slan agus beannacht. (Good-bye and God bless...) X2 <Police and thieves, in the street. Fighting the nation with their... guns and ammunition. Police and thieves, in the street. Scaring the nation, with their... guns and ammunition. Fighting the nation with their... guns and ammunition. Scaring the nation with their... guns and ammunition. Nobody move, nobody get hurt. Nobody move, nobody get hurt. Nobody move, nobody get hurt. Nobody move, nobody get hurt. Fighting the nation with their... guns and ammunition. Scaring the nation with their... guns and ammunition.> Corny? Meh... maybe. But... it always gets me. |
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Marty Robbins' Big Iron
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around He's an outlaw loose and running came the whisper from each lip And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip big iron on his hip In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead He was vicious and a killer though a youth of twenty four And the notches on his pistol numbered one an nineteen more One and nineteen more Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around Was an Arizona ranger wouldn't be too long in town He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red After Texas Red Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead Twenty men had tried to take him twenty men had made a slip Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip The morning passed so quickly it was time for them to meet It was twenty past eleven when they walked out in the street Folks were watching from the windows every-body held their breath They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death About to meet his death There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today Texas Red had not cleared leather fore a bullet fairly ripped And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground Oh he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip John |
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Quoted: Never having heard the song, could you explain this chorus.... <Police and thieves, in the street. Fighting the nation with their... guns and ammunition. Police and thieves, in the street. Scaring the nation, with their... guns and ammunition. Fighting the nation with their... guns and ammunition. Scaring the nation with their... guns and ammunition. Thanks..... Sometimes, Chris from Black 47 would drop little bits and pieces of other songs into their tunes when they performed them live. "Police and Thieves" was reggae song by Junior Murvin, popularized by The Clash. (Chris was always big into reggae and hip-hop.) Considering the subject matter of "Walk All The Days", I guess he thought it fit. (Chris was a member of the NYPD before he left to pursue music full time. Very nice guy.) |
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I like em more light-hearted...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_wLVCLPx0M |
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What comes after "classic"? Because, that's what "Highway Patrol" is.  |
