Name that song, tactical edition

Name that song two-fer

Here's a two-fer (different artists):

Well, I'm a barrel of laughs, with my carbine on
I keep 'em hoppin', till my ammunition's gone.
But I'm still not happy, I feel like there's something wrong.

And another:

Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
Up on the Blue Ridge Mountains, there I'll take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;

-Jack

1.
When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun?

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row?

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Guns of Brixton - The Clash


One night Billy had a rare old time,
Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line
Came back to camp not looking too pretty
Never even got to see the Holy City
Now Billy's out there in the desert sun
And his mother cries when the morning comes
And there's mothers crying all over this world
For their poor dead darling boys and girls

Tory said:

And "Lawyers, guns and money" is NOT "Mr Dylan;" it's Mr. Zevon, the "excitable boy."

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Or the "Headless Thompson Gunner", except I think we already have him on THR.

Grandpa's pissed his pants again;
He don't give a damn.
Brother Billy's got both guns drawn;
He ain't been right since VIETnam.

Sweet Home Alabama;
Play that dead band's song.
Turn those speakers up full blast;
Play it all night long.

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Also from Warren Zevon.

How about this one:

"I hear the roar of the big machine
Hot metal and methedrine
Love lost and fire at will
Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill
I hear dive bombers and empire down
I hear empire down..."

Is that song, My reflection?


Here's one...

In the safety of the badlands the Outlaws stopped their run
The campfire rings with laughter of evil things they've done
How they'd taken all they wanted and killed the cowboy's wife
And knew no one would follow them cross the borderline
The lawman and the cowboy stepped out of the dark
And it was two against the twenty and every bullet found its mark
And so goes the legend that out there in the night
The two still ride together somewhere beyond the borderline

He told her that he'd got it for the game,
A "Winnie" 303 with his initials on the frame
Riding in the scabbard at his knee. Tonight he's gonna see
Who's getting all the stock.

Seventh one this summer yesterday;
Half a year of profits gone, and now there's hell to pay.
The cops say they know who, but there's no proof.
The banker hit the roof, and damn near took the car.....

...
He hears the wire popping by the road;
Sees the blacked out Reo coming for another load.
This time, it's not one they take but two;
Two minutes and they're through, and laughing in the cab.

And here'll be the end of this tonight,
'Cause all the proof he needs is lying steady in his sights.
It may be just the worst thing he could do
But he squeezes off a few, then makes his call to town.

I Can't Remember Anything
Can't Tell If this Is True or Dream
Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops Me
Now That the War Is Through with Me
I'm Waking up I Can Not See
That There Is Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain Now

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

Back in the Womb its Much Too Real
in Pumps Life That I must Feel
but Can't Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I'll Live
Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from Me

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One -'Tallica from ... And justice for all.

Sounds to me that anything that could be described as "tactical" music is either metal or country (save for Warren Zevon).

"High velocity bullet at close range
Can damage the mind
Shattering the skull shredding the brain
Severing the spine

Bury a round of lead in the chest
It's quite an impression
Imagine the innards of your soul
The infliction"

*edit* didn't notice that Guns of Brixton had already been posted.

Now let's get one thing straight, my weapons are great
You 22 automatic suckers are late
Got a quarter Moon clip, and a Smith and Wesson
I'm about to give you roody-poos a cold gun lesson
I'm the wizard of mayhem, master of destruction
Got a 44 mag, with the blunt instructions
Page 1 says open, page 2 says fill
Page 3 says cock, page 4 says kill
A mini 14, full combat dress
A thirty round clip, and I ain't takin' no mess
Cause I'm a rough aggressor, a camouflage dresser
My M16 has a flash suppressor
My Sterling Mk. VI , it's funny but it hits
It looks sideways but the sucker will kick
A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its good
Some of you wannabes wish that you could...

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Sir Mix A Lot - Hip Hop Soldier....



Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber.
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber.
Takin' my money with me and I never knew the danger.
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell.
I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels.

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Is that "Whiskey in the Jar?"

No quote since I'm not sure.

ETA: Ok, I was right. How about this one?

Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly.
Play the dead march as you carry me along.
Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me,
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.

That thar's old school tactical.

just because it'd be unexpected on this forum...


"I heard the sound of your bike
as your wheels hit the gravel
and your engine in the driveway, cutting off
I pushed through the screen door
and I stood out on the porch
thinking fight, fight, fight, at all costs
But instead I let you in
just like I've always done
I sat you down and offered you a beer
and across the kitchen table
I fired several rounds
but you were still sitting there when the smoke cleared"

Here's some:

Slave camps, last dance, billion dollar mishaps
Bombshells, nitro, anything you can throw
Housewives, onion rings, AOL, and crashing planes
Second rate therapy, everybody's crazy
I saw a black cloud above the forest
Wiping clean till nothing else remained

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Nother from a different artist:

I'm going farther than I ever thought far could be
By 21 I had a gun and ditched authority
At 22 I never knew the sights I would see
At 24 I made the score that killed that part of me

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Easy one for anyone into Nu Metal:

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the Glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the Glock against your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank ****

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And I would bet money no one gets this one:

Do you think everything happens for a reason?
Do you believe for everything there is a season?
Does it scare you that questions can be answered with violence?
Like a burst from a Kalashnikov breaking the silence
Get tired of trying to ignore and pacifistic resist
With your back to the wall bullies only understand the fist
Problems started with the gun
Aren’t often fixed with the tongue
So in peace try to coexist live and let live
But when push comes to shove do not take more than you give
Pull the trigger because thus saith the Lord
That whosoever shall live by shall die by the sword

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Is that "Whiskey in the Jar?"

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Yes. By either Metallica, Thin Lizzy, or an old Irish folksong, depending on how old you are

(Thin Lizzy for me)

Another one, probably pretty easy for most....



Sheriff john brown always hated me,
For what, I don’t know:
Every time I plant a seed,
He said kill it before it grow -

Then beat the drum slowly, play the Fife lowly.
Play the dead march as you carry me along.
Take me to the green valley, lay the sod o'er me,
I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.

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Streets of Laredo

Hidden high above the canyon
Where the falcon rides the wind
Chico's best hawkeyed aviso, Juan Romero,
Placed his mirror in his shirt
and gazed with worry towards the rocks
Where he last had seen the Gringo Pistolero.

Put the sights up to eight hundred
Hold a yard left for the wind
And there's one by-god aviso that will never flash again,
Weeping red tears from a third eye that's a gift he cannot feel
from the Springfield of the Gringo Pistolero...

....

Big Colt autos spitting thunder death at everything that moved
Flashing lightening in a jachal long and narrow.
Ending hate and greed and cruelty with final flying truth
From the sure hand of the Gringo Pistolero.

One hot and smoking pistol dropped down empty in the dirt
And another flashed like magic from inside the Gringo's shirt.
And the lead storm never stopped 'til there was noone left unhurt.
But the Lady and the Gringo Pistolero.

VTKFJoe:

"Tom Ames' Prayer" written by Steve Earle. I saw Robert Earl Keen play that one in Atlanta last Friday night, too.

Spoonman,

REK puts on a great show, hope you had a good time.

Another song:

Me and Bill there we both come from Georgia
Met Hank out in New Mexico
We're bound for Duranqo to join Pancho Villa
We hear that he's payin' in gold
I guess a man's got to do what he's best at
Ain't found nothin' better so far
Been called mercenaries and men with no country
Just soldiers in search of a war

CHORUS
And we're bound for the border
We're soldiers of fortune
And we'll fight for no country but we'll die for good pay
Under the flag of of the greenback dollar
Or the peso down Mexico way

When this war is over might go back to Georgia
And settle down quiet some where
I'll most likely pack up and head south for Chile
Heard tell there's some trouble down there

Here is some satire t go with the tactical:

Now don't forget the guns you know exactly what I mean
Bring the pistols, bring the Uzi and the old AR-15
We don't look for trouble but by golly if we're in it
It's nice to know we're free to blow 900 rounds a minute

In the safety of the badlands the Outlaws stopped their run
The campfire rings with laughter of evil things they've done
How they'd taken all they wanted and killed the cowboy's wife
And knew no one would follow them cross the borderline
The lawman and the cowboy stepped out of the dark
And it was two against the twenty and every bullet found its mark
And so goes the legend that out there in the night
The two still ride together somewhere beyond the borderline

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"Borderline" recorded at different times by Chris LeDoux and Alabama.

Here's the chorus:

So they ride, to the desert wind,
down a dusty trail, where destiny begins.
Heroes never turn or look back;
they just ride, through the sands of time,
Somewhere on the Borderline.

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TexasSIGman said:

Sheriff john brown always hated me,
For what, I don’t know:
Every time I plant a seed,
He said kill it before it grow

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I Shot the Sherrif (I think it was by Bob Marley)

Some young whippersnapper...

MTMilitiaMan,
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the Glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the Glock against your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank ****

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MuDvAyNe-"Dig"

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, everybody held their breath,
They knew this handsome ranger was 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.

Post #48: Marty Robbins "Big Iron", about an Arizona Ranger's duel with a known badman/outlaw.

And we're bound for the border
We're soldiers of fortune
And we'll fight for no country but we'll die for good pay
Under the flag of of the greenback dollar
Or the peso down Mexico way

"The Mercenary Song." I believe this was penned by Steve Earle, and Texas singer-songwriter Cory Morrow also recorded it on his first cd...