Friday, June 24, 2005
THE PISTONS, THE TEMP, THE WATER, LEINENKUGEL, AND THE PATRIOTS DREAM
It's Gawd awful hot here in Hoosierville! Mid 90's and humid yesterday, today, tomorrow. Which makes my suffering over the valiant but losing efforts of my Pistons that much worse. My neighbor Liz and I got up early in an attempt to get canoes on and off the water before the worst of the heat. Nice trip, and off the water by 1:30. Sat in back yard for an hour and sucked down a couple of Leinies. Decided it was time to go to the beach. Piled in the S-10 pickup, hit US 30 N, and hit Lake Michigan 35 min later. Got back just after sundown. Took the large capacity bladder, also known as Kipper, for a walk. Returned, sat in backyard, sucked down a couple more Leinies. Decided to go in and blog. Sucked down a couple of more Leinies. Realized I am too "mellow" to blog! So I am gonna steal an Idea from requiscat.
So, as I sit here and tip a Leinie to our fighting men and women, I offer in tribute this song, from another war, but just as meaningful today!
THE PATRIOTS DREAM
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs
The patriot's dream is as old as the sky
It lives in the lust of a cold callous lie
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years
The patriot's dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
Well there was a sad, sad lady
Weeping all night long
She received a sad, sad message
From a voice on the telephone
Her children were all sleeping
As she waited out the dawn
How could she tell those children
That their father was shot down
So she took them to her side that day
And she told them one by one
Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated well
Well there was a young girl watching in the early afternoon
When she heard the name of someone who said he'd be home soon
And she wondered how they got him, but the papers did not tell
There would be no sweet reunion, there would be no wedding bells
So she took herself into her room and she turned the bed sheets down
And she cried into the silken folds of her new wedding gown
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated well
The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years
The patriot's dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kill
by Gordon Lightfoot
p.s. Kudos to the Pizza Hut in Stevensville MI, who proved there is at least one Pizza Hut that can make a pizza good enough to come back for, and didn't bat an eye when this old hippie came in in damp trunks, t-shirt, and sandals (with an emphasis on sand)!
So, as I sit here and tip a Leinie to our fighting men and women, I offer in tribute this song, from another war, but just as meaningful today!
THE PATRIOTS DREAM
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs
The patriot's dream is as old as the sky
It lives in the lust of a cold callous lie
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years
The patriot's dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
Well there was a sad, sad lady
Weeping all night long
She received a sad, sad message
From a voice on the telephone
Her children were all sleeping
As she waited out the dawn
How could she tell those children
That their father was shot down
So she took them to her side that day
And she told them one by one
Your father was a good man ten thousand miles from home
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated well
Well there was a young girl watching in the early afternoon
When she heard the name of someone who said he'd be home soon
And she wondered how they got him, but the papers did not tell
There would be no sweet reunion, there would be no wedding bells
So she took herself into her room and she turned the bed sheets down
And she cried into the silken folds of her new wedding gown
He tried to do his duty and it took him straight to hell
He might be in some prison, I hope he's treated well
The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years
The patriot's dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kill
by Gordon Lightfoot
p.s. Kudos to the Pizza Hut in Stevensville MI, who proved there is at least one Pizza Hut that can make a pizza good enough to come back for, and didn't bat an eye when this old hippie came in in damp trunks, t-shirt, and sandals (with an emphasis on sand)!
