I think yesterday, they played just about every artists rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, that could be found in their music library lol. Much more of it and I think I would’ve had most of the song memorized by today; I reckon everyone should know their own countries anthem.

In remembrance of those who have given their lives and those who still stand ready to do so, I loaded the slong Arlington from my meager collection:

I never thought that this is where I’d settle down,
I thought I’d die an old man back in my hometown,
They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men,
for a job well done.

There’s a big white house sits on a hill just up the road,
The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,
They folded up a flag, and told my mom and dad, ‘We’re proud of your son’.

And I’m proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I’m on sacred ground and I’m in the best of company,
I’m thankful for those thankful for the things I’ve done,
I can rest in peace, I’m one of the chosen ones,
I made it to Arlington.

I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,
We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,
And when we finally found that cross,
He said, ‘Son this is what it cost, to keep us free’.
Now here I am a thousand stones away from him,
He recognized me on the first day I came in,
And it gave me a chill, when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.

And I’m proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I’m on sacred ground and I’m in the best of company,
And I’m thankful for those thankful for the things I’ve done,
I can rest in peace, I’m one of the chosen ones,
I made it to Arlington.

And every time I hear, twenty-one guns,
I know they brought another hero home, to us.

We’re thankful for those thankful for the things we’ve done,
We can rest in peace, ’cause we were the chosen ones,
We made it to Arlington, yea, dust to dust
Don’t cry for us, we made it to Arlington.

For those out of country that don’t know what Arlington is, wikipedia is useful and often translated.

Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater, Theme Song



What a thrill
With Darkness and silence through the night
What a thrill
I’m searching and I’ll melt into you
What a fear in my heart
But you’re so supreme!

I give my life
Not for honor, but for you snake eater
In my time, there’ll be no one else
Crime, it’s the way I fly to you
I’m still in a dream of the snake eater

Someday you go through the rain,
Someday you feed on a tree frog,
It’s ordeal, the trial to survive
For the day we see new light

I give my life
Not for honor, but for you
In my time, there’ll be no one else
Crime, it’s the way I fly to you
I’m still in a dream of the snake eater

Songs about me

I met a guy on the red eye
He spotted my guitar
and said what do you do?
I said, I sing for a living,
Country music mixed with
a little rock and a little blues
He said I’m sorry
but I’ve never been crazy
’bout that twang and trains and hillbilly thing
What ever made you want to sing stuff like that?
I just looked at him and laughed and said

cause it’s songs about me
and who I am
songs about loving and living
and good hearted women and family and God
yeah they’re all just
songs about me
songs about me

So I offered him tickets
I said you’ll see what I mean
if you show up tonight
he said I doubt you’ll change my opinion
I’ll be kind of busy, but hey man, I’ll try

Then later on when we finished our songs
about scars and cars and broken hearts
I saw him, he was standing there
right next to the stage
and he shouted
man you were right
it was like you sang those

songs about me
and who I am
songs about loving and living
and good hearted women and family and God
yeah they’re all just
songs about me
songs about me

So I’ll just keep on singing
’til I hear the whole world singing those

songs about me
and who I am
songs about loving and living
and good hearted women and family and God
yeah they’re all just
songs about me
songs about me

— Songs About Me, Trace Adkins

Oh give me a project ….

Oh, give me a project, where the perls roam,
Where the join() and the split() play,
Where seldom is heard a discouraging error,
And the Makefiles are not cloudy all day.

Project, project on the web
Where the map() and the grep() play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging warning
And the lusers are not cloudy all day

How often at night when the heavens are bright
With the light from the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Project, project on the web
Where the push() and the pop() play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging error
And the Makefiles are not cloudy all day

Where the code is so pure, the expressions so free
The operators so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my project on the web
For all of the jobs so bright

Project, project on the web
Where the reverse() and the sort() play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging error
And the warnings are not cloudy all day

Oh, I love those wild regex’rs in this dear land of ours
The lusers, I love to hear scream
And I love the white $scalars and the @list flocks
That defref on the mountaintops green

Project, project on the web
Where the substr() and the eval{} play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging die $!
And the warnings are not cloudy all day

— missing my favorite language

Writer’s Block: Word for Word

How many (if any) songs do you know by heart? What are they?

Live Journals Writer’s Block

I don’t think I know any single song by heart, since I generally avoid singing outside of church lol. With how much silence life requires at home these days, I do sing ‘inside my head’ so to speak, since that is really the only place outside the internet where I have a free voice of any sort :@.

Generally it’s the songs that I either feel a connection with, or end up hearing the most that start to stick. Most of Folsum Prison Blues, which is also arguably one song I would want to pick up: if I ever learned how to play the guitar lol. I believe it might also be the first or second tune I’ve ever heard from Johnny Cash. A number of Trace Adkins, Taylor Swift, and several Alan Jackson tunes also rattle around my brains every now and them. One song that I know fairly well, is the Cocaine Blues, because I’ve heard it played toooo many times! And like wise with major portions of Picture, it’s mostly the sequencing that I need remembering.

I came here to live is probably the song I know by heart, if any song at all. Often at work, I sing it softly to myself I’m going up or down the stairs.

I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette, and a souped up car on the county road. Nothing much to do back then so we’d make bets, on how much a drink a guy could hold, and I held my own. I learn’d to hold my own. Daddy worked some dead end job at the concrete plant, momma taught the Sunday bible class. For eighteen years I remember thinkin’ there was more to life then that, so I ran the streets to beat the devil: goin’ just as fast as I could fly. ‘Cause I came here to live, I didn’t come here to die… Momma used to wait for me with the porch light on, worry about her little boy ’til I got home. Daddy, he’d say “Listen son”, but back then there wasn’t much, that I didn’t already know. I reckon I was doing close to eighty, when I felt the tiers slip out from underneath. And I never set out looking for Jesus, so I guess Jesus came looking for me, and found me upside down in a ditch. Smoke and gas in my eyes, HE said son, you came here to live: you didn’t come here to die. Sunday morning I got up, and I went to church. That summer I got a job and I went t’ work. I met a girl in town, put some money down… on a little place with a yard.. Our little boy was due in September, but he came early in July. For eighteen days all I remember, was sitting there at his side, saying son open up your eyes. Just open up your eyes, ’cause you came here to live. You didn’t come here to die, son you came here to live.

Man, I’ve been workin too hard
Ten hour days and I’m tired
Damn this knuckle busted’,
back breakin’, no paying job
Know where I’m goin from here
Hot headed women, cold beer
Kick up my heels for a little while
and do it country style

[Chorus]
In my dirty ‘ole hat
with my crooked little grin
Granny beaded neck
and these calloused hands
And a muddy pair of jeans
with that copenhagen ring
No need to change a thing, hey y’all
I’m going out with my boots on

How I keep catching her eye
Man, I keep wondering why
Ain’t nothing special ’bout
an “awe shucks” country boy
Lord, she’s sure lookin’ good
Like something from Hollywood
She got me thinkin’ that I just might
leave here with her tonight

[Chorus]

‘Cause I am who I am and that’s
the man I’m gonna be, yeah
And when the Lord comes callin’,
well, he ain’t gonna have
to holler, y’all
There’ll be no trouble finding me

[Chorus]

With my boots on
He’s gonna take me home
Lord, with my boots on

— Boots on

I came here to live

I grew up in a town where tough was a cigarette
And a souped up car on a county road
Nothin’ much to do back then
So we’d make bets
On how much drink a guy could hold
And I held my own
Learn to hold my own

Daddy works some dead-end job at the concrete plant
Mama taught the Sunday bible class
For eighteen years I remember thinkin’
There was more to life than that
So I ran the streets to beat the Devil
Goin’ just as fast as I could fly
‘Cause I came here to live
I didn’t come here to die

Mama used to wait for me with the porch light on
Worried about her little boy ’til I got home
Daddy he’d say listen son
But back then there wasn’t much
That I didn’t already know

I reckon I was doing close to 80
When I felt the tire slip out from under me
And I never set out lookin’ for Jesus
So I guess Jesus come lookin’ for me
And He found me upside down in a ditch
Smokin’ gas in my eyes
And He said son you came here to live
You didn’t come here to die

Sunday morning I got up and I went to church
That summer I got a job and I went to work
Met a girl in town put some money down
On a little house with a yard

Our little boy was due in September
But he came early in July
For eighteen days all I remember
Was settin’ there at his side
Sayin’ son open up your eyes
Just open up your eyes
‘Cause you came here to live
You didn’t come here to die
Son you came here to live

— I can Here to Live, Trace Adkins

honorable mention

All the leaves are brown and the sky is gray
I went for a walk on a winter`s day
I`d be so safe and warm if I was in L.A.
California dreamin` on such a winter`s day

I stopped into a church (yes I did) and I passed along the way
And I got down on my knees (down on my knees) and I pretend to pray
You know the preacher, he likes it cold
Cause he knows I`m gonna stay (cause he knows I`m gonna stay)
California dreamin` (California dreamin`) on such a winter`s day

All the of leaves are brown and the sky is so gray
I went for a walk on a cool winter`s day, yeah
I`d be so safe and warm if I was in L.A.
California dreamin` (California dreamin`) on such a winter`s day (California dreamin`)
On such a winter`s day (California dreamin`)
On such a winter`s day
California, California dreamin`
California dreamin`

Play that for me

You know it`s just a dream

Dream on

California dreamin`

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Theres too much confusion
I cant get no relief
Businessman they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth
Hey hey

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke but uh
But you and I weve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late
Hey

Hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants to, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approachin
And the wind began to howl
Hey
Oh
All along the watchtower
Hear you sing around the watch
Gotta beware gotta beware I will
Yeah
Ooh baby

All along the watchtower (Jimi Hendrix)

A few classics

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, they’re red, white and blue.
And when the band plays “Hail to the chief”,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don’t they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no millionaire’s son, no.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, no.

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, “How much should we give?”
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no military son, son.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me; I ain’t no fortunate one, one.
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate son, no no no,

Fortunate Son, Credence Clearwater Revival

Gonna tell Aunt Mary ’bout Uncle John
He says he has the blues but he has a lotta fun
Oh baby
Ye-e-e-eh baby
Woo-o-o-oh baby
Havin’ me some fun tonight

Well, long tall Sally has a lot on the balland
Nobody cares if she’s long and tall
Oh baby
Ye-e-e-eh baby
Woo-o-o-oh baby
Havin’ me some fun tonight

Well, I saw Uncle John with long tall Sally
He saw Aunt mary cummin’
And he ducked back in the alley
Oh baby
Ye-e-e-eh baby
Woo-o-o-oh baby
Havin’ me some fun tonight

We’re gonna have some fun tonight
Gonna have some fun tonight
We’re gonna have some fun tonight
Everything will be alright
We’re gonna have some fun
Gonna have some fun tonight
We’re gonna have some fun tonight
Gonna have some fun tonight
We’re gonna have some fun tonight
Everything will be alright
We’re gonna have some fun
Gonna have some fun tonight

Long Tall Sally, Little Richard

Just one o’ them songs

Heard it enough times on the radio to get sick of it, until it actually starts to sound pretty good….

Just a girl born in Dixie, washed in the blood
And raised on the banks of the Mississippi mud
She always had a thing about fallin’ in love with a bad boy
Yeah they could see it all comin’
But her daddy never dreamed
She’d grow up that fast, you know what I mean
The way a girls gets when she turns seventeen, kinda crazy

She’s a rebel child and a preacher’s daughter
She was baptized in dirty water
Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me
They knew they couldn’t stop her
She holds tight to me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir, you see
God love her
Oh, me and God love her

She kissed her mama good-bye
Said, “I’ll be sure to phone ‘ya”
She called her from a truck stop in Tucson, Arizona
With amazing grace we made California alive
And then my gypsy life started takin’ it’s toll
And the fast lane got empty and out of control
And just like an angel she saved my soul from the devil

She’s a rebel child and a preacher’s daughter
She was baptized in dirty water
Her mama cried the first time they caught her with me
They knew they couldn’t stop her
She holds tight to me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir, you see
God love her
Oh, me and God love her

Now she holds tight to me and the Bible
On the back seat of my motorcycle
Left her daddy standing there preaching to the choir, you see
God love her
Oh me and God love her
God love her
Me and God love her

— GOD Love Her, by Toby Keith