quote:Originally posted by Gaby:
Please don’t play mind games with me, Al.
You are bastardising poetry which some people care about.
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
A little upset Gaby? Very typical. All terrorists should be killed and I hope we can kill as many as we can find. These are the worst kinds of humans there are.
Have you never heard of the war machine before? Or are you simply an Iron Maiden fan? Bastardizing poetry? Oh my. The term "feeding the war machine" has been around long before Iron Maiden. It was a phrase used in WW11. It was even used on the show "MASH". Iron Maiden used it in there song "2 Minutes 2 Midnight". They did not invent this but did add the "feed it with our babies" part. I added "feed it with terrorists". Very fitting.
The song which you copied and pasted is from their "Powerslave" album which has a couple of songs about WW11 on it. The other one is called "Aces High". Are you really a Maiden fan or were you just sleuthing around on the internet with everything that I write?
"There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks there's no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before it's too late.
Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. Aces high.
Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.
Bandits at 8 O'clock move in behind us
Ten ME-109's out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns
Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, Aces high.[/b]
If you don't believe this song is about WW11, look at this link. "ten ME-109's"...
http://www.cavanaughflightmuseum.com...109/Page1.html