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All Posts Information October 07 2009
 — By CJ

Great new song from one of my favorite bands (Chris’s too!). The lyrics are posted below the cutline.



Tonight my head is spinning
I need something to pick me up
I’ve tried but nothing is working
I won’t stop, I won’t say I’ve had enough

Tonight I start the fire
Tonight I break away

Break! Away from everybody
Break! Away from everything
If you can’t stand the way this place is
Take! Yourself! To higher places!

At night I feel like a vampire
It’s not right but I just can’t give it up
I’ll try to get myself higher
Let’s go! We’re gonna light it up

Tonight we start the fire
Tonight we break away

Break! Away from everybody
Break! Away from everything
If you can’t stand the way this place is
Take! Yourself! To higher places!

-BRIDGE-

If you can’t stand the way this place is
Take! Yourself! To higher places!
Break! Away from everybody
Break! Away from everything
If you can’t stand the way this place is
Take! Yourself! To higher places!
Higher places!
To higher places!
Higher places!
Take yourself to higher places!


(2) Readers Comments

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  2. While in Baghdad, the Aussie’s introduced me to this song…

    “I Was Only 19 (A Walk In the Light Green)”

    Mum and Dad and Danny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal
    It was a long march from cadets
    The sixth battalion was the next to tour and it was me who drew the card
    We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left

    And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quay
    This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean
    And there’s me in me slouch hat with me SLR and greens
    God help me – I was only nineteen

    From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat
    I’d been in and out of choppers now for months
    And we made our tents a home, V.B. and pinups on the lockers
    And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub

    And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can’t get to sleep?
    And night time’s just a jungle dark and a barking M.16?
    And what’s this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
    God help me – I was only nineteen

    A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one on two legs
    It was a war within yourself
    But you wouldn’t let your mates down ’til they had you dusted off
    So you closed your eyes and thought about somethin’ else

    And then someone yelled out “Contact”, and the bloke behind me swore
    We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar
    And Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon
    God help me – he was goin’ home in June

    And I can still see Frankie, drinkin’ tinnies in the Grand Hotel
    On a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau
    And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle
    ‘Til the morphine came and killed the bloody row

    And the Anzac legends didn’t mention mud and blood and tears
    And the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real-

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