Flag Day!


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The Star Spangled Banner

 

O say can you see by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O! long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave![12]

 

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365 Responses to Flag Day!

  1. Caller no. 8 says:

    Country Joe and The Fish ~ I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-To-Die Rag (studio)

    • waverly says:

      Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

    • waverly says:

      I am jammin on this, must post the lyrics

    • waverly says:

      Gimme an F!
      F!
      Gimme an U!
      C!
      Gimme an C!
      K!
      Gimme an K!
      H!
      What’s that spell ?
      FUCK!
      What’s that spell ?
      FUCK!
      What’s that spell ?
      FUCK!

      Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
      Uncle Sam needs your help again.
      He’s got himself in a terrible jam
      Way down yonder in Vietnam
      So put down your books and pick up a gun,
      We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun.

      And it’s one, two, three,
      What are we fighting for ?
      Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
      Next stop is Vietnam;
      And it’s five, six, seven,
      Open up the pearly gates,
      Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
      Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

      Well, come on generals, let’s move fast;
      Your big chance has come at last.
      Gotta go out and get those reds —
      The only good commie is the one who’s dead
      And you know that peace can only be won
      When we’ve blown ’em all to kingdom come.

      And it’s one, two, three,
      What are we fighting for ?
      Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
      Next stop is Vietnam;

      And it’s five, six, seven,
      Open up the pearly gates,
      Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
      Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

      Well, come on Wall Street, don’t move slow,
      Why man, this is war au-go-go.
      There’s plenty good money to be made
      By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
      Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
      They drop it on the Viet Cong.

      And it’s one, two, three,
      What are we fighting for ?
      Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
      Next stop is Vietnam.
      And it’s five, six, seven,
      Open up the pearly gates,
      Well there ain’t no time to wonder why
      Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

      Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
      Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
      Come on fathers, don’t hesitate,
      Send ’em off before it’s too late.
      Be the first one on your block
      To have your boy come home in a box.

      And it’s one, two, three
      What are we fighting for ?
      Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
      Next stop is Vietnam.
      And it’s five, six, seven,
      Open up the pearly gates,
      Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
      Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.

    • waverly says:

      Everyone should be required to recite the lyrics to this song as a sanity check before joining the military. Just sayin’

  2. thedood says:

    John Prine -Your Flag Decal Won’t Get You Into Heaven Anymore…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgRVNjsuycQ

  3. Caller no. 8 says:

    Asylum Street Spankers ~ Stick Magnetic Ribbons on Your SUV

  4. Like I always say— AMERICA! LOVE IT OR GET SOME FUCKING PAD THAI. If you don’t see the genius in that, then why Am I talking to you? Surely there there’s pad thai in the fridge 😀

  5. Walt Whitman

    III. Notes Left Over
    18. Freedom

    IT is not only true that most people entirely misunderstand Freedom, but I sometimes think I have not yet met one person who rightly understands it. The whole Universe is absolute Law. Freedom only opens entire activity and license under the law. To the degraded or undevelopt—and even to too many others—the thought of freedom is a thought of escaping from law—which, of course, is impossible. More precious than all worldly riches is Freedom—freedom from the painful constipation and poor narrowness of ecclesiasticism—freedom in manners, habiliments, furniture, from the silliness and tyranny of local fashions—entire freedom from party rings and mere conventions in Politics—and better than all, a general freedom of One’s-Self from the tyrannic domination of vices, habits, appetites, under which nearly every man of us, (often the greatest brawler for freedom,) is enslaved. Can we attain such enfranchisement—the true Democracy, and the height of it? While we are from birth to death the subjects of irresistible law, enclosing every movement and minute, we yet escape, by a paradox, into true free will. Strange as it may seem, we only attain to freedom by a knowledge of, and implicit obedience to, Law. Great—unspeakably great—is the Will! the free Soul of man! At its greatest, understanding and obeying the laws, it can then, and then only, maintain true liberty. For there is to the highest, that law as absolute as any—more absolute than any—the Law of Liberty. The shallow, as intimated, consider liberty a release from all law, from every constraint. The wise see in it, on the contrary, the potent Law of Laws, namely, the fusion and combination of the conscious will, or partial individual law, with those universal, eternal, unconscious ones, which run through all Time, pervade history, prove immortality, give moral purpose to the entire objective world, and the last dignity to human life.

  6. Hey, kids. Whassup? Jack- you’re gettin’ all scholarly on us again… 😉

  7. thedood says:

    Damn….feel like I got 50lb eyelids….gonna get some zzzzzzzs….peace y’all!

  8. Oh, man…. one of my housemates is making pizza, and the smell is making me SO hungry- for pizza! Of course, that is not on the menu…. BRB. Gotta go scrounge up some fud!

  9. fi says:

    Good morrow gentle Realmfolk, having a cup of tea and heading back to bed, still a trifle early here, me thinks.
    I hope we are all well?

  10. Neil “FUCKING” Diamond – THE BOAT THAT I ROW http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDFgcdPkhHA

  11. Caller no. 8 says:

    HAPPY FATHER’S DAY REALM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  12. fi says:

    Oh yes, Happy Fathers Day to all the Realm’s Daddy’s!
    Anyone can be a Father, but it takes someone special to be a Daddy!

  13. Neil “FUCKING” Diamond – You Don’t Bring Me Flowers http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwcrBV28kN8

  14. Don’t lurk it take time for a new page.

  15. fi says:

    Like the wallpaper, shame you can’t find something in little boxes.

  16. Caller no. 8 says:

    Adrian Belew ~ Oh Daddy

  17. Caller no. 8 says:

    Louis Armstrong ~ I’m a Ding Dong Daddy From Dumas

  18. Caller no. 8 says:

    Claudio & The Skyrockets Combo ~ Papa’s Got A Brand New bag (T.C. edit)

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