Inspired by (start reading here)
Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died.
And the general sat
and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which
and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end
it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard
it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
Theres room for you inside.
(spoken: I mean, they're not gonna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
Sharp, shock, they won't do it again. dig it? I mean he get off
Lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really ... i mean good manners
Don't cost nothing do they, eh?)
Down and out
It can't be helped but
there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny
it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price
of tea and a slice
The old man died.
-Pink Floyd
Monday, June 16, 2008
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