| Blood Upon the Risers(Gory Gory What a Hell of a Way to Die) |
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Click for Lyrics.
A song written when the airborne divisions
were formed. It's still played on Ft. Bragg
every morning during PT.
Posted by a Panther. H-Minus! Airborne! All
the way!
For those of you who know what the hell a
panther is you might also appreciate this
vid:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiWPZJoxk1A
LYRICS:
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely
shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure
his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful
engines roar.
You ain't gonna jump no more.
Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.
"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant
looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then
they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line
unhooked.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
He counted long, he counted loud, he waited
for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt
the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and
wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The risers swung around his neck, connectors
cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around
his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to
the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The days he lived and loved and laughed kept
running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one
he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered
what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were
running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee,
rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a
'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his
blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A
helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of
his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
There was blood upon the risers, there were
brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his
paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured
him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.
Tags : Airborne Blood Risers Gory 82nd 101st 173rd 507th |
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Durée : 350 s |
| Ivan Rebroff - Gory, gory moya zvezda |
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Music and Painting.
Woman in Russian Painting.
"Shine , shine my star,
Star of love, how inviting you are!
You are my only and one light,
there will never be another .
As the night falls down to Earth
lots of stars will shine on sky.
But you're the one, my lovely star ,
shining pleasant rays on me.
Star of hope ,
star of love and magic days.
You will always be here,
by my troubled soul.
And your strong and bright rays
will illumine my being.
Should I die, on my grave you will
shine, shine my star".
Tags : classical |
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