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Albums:

War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War: Songs from the War Years, 1941-1945/Music from the War Movies (Hutchinson, Hutch) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · War War War: Live (Country Joe McDonald) · Before Sunset and Before Sunrise (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Centuries Before Love and War (Stars of Track and Field) · Centuries Before Love and War (Stars of Track and Field) · Front Row Music: Before the War (John Stewart) · Body of War: Songs That Inspired an Iraq War Veteran (Hutchinson, Hutch) · War & Peace, Vol. 1 (The War Disc) [Clean] (Ice Cube) – and 90 other albums »


before
Exhausted by the rage we hold within
Lonely and torn
O weary soul go home

War is over now
We lay down our arms
To find the long way home
War is
Go, fetch to me a pint o' wine
And fill it in a silver tassie
That I may drink before I go,
A service to my bonnie lassie.
The boat rocks
shadows
Pursued by many masks
Flogged by whiplashes
Branded like stock before the war

I never die before - I hear your vioce
I never die before - you
in twos, enjoys
We're utterly agreed in which to war

Down by the shore a funny foe
Who bit my wings and ate them whole
He left before I come through
grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There's been rumors of war and wars that have been
and cannot sense the changes
Lets have another drink, dear, before we get deranged
I can see me in the morning; avoiding your detection
Slowly down
yeah
Gotta get home, pick up the phone, I gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late

Down by the sea she knew a sailor who had been to war
She
Gotta get home, pick up the phone, I gotta let the people know I'm gonna be late

Down by the sea she knew a sailor who had been to war,
She never even
In the nocturnal fog, shadows dancing
and whisper the Satanic Glory,
before the flags of hate and lies
embrace themselves, there on the hills.
Rocker gets out his bike
To make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
Just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in
grave my head will be high,
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There's been rumors of war and wars that have been
a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies  tears in his eyes 
his wind-whipped words
Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh

A Mastermind
Sees it coming before it comes
A Mastermind
Before he go to war he counts his one
A Mastermind
Everything
Amidst the war cries on the day of battle,
Blown by violent winds on this stormy day.
Shall I offer the fruit of my body,
For the sin of my soul?
buckle, yesterday's dreams
The transport caf' prophet of doom
Ringing no change in his double sewn seams
In his post-war babe gloom

Now he's too old
the sound
Of fights and passion all around
So have a drink and sit with me
You're all invited to be free

When my brothers went off to the war
With may
a war against the loneliest of nights
With the strongest drinks and longest lines, it's not that big of a surprise
That you're feeling more dead than
to drink some wine. 
Then he threw the bottle over. 
Broke a minute later 
And he put his hand on mine. 
Thought I saw an eagle 
But it might have been
The killing and the blood for golden dreams
A senseless war
An endless fight the youngster couldn't win
A hundred times before he'd died
He knocked
severed
You said, "All was war in love and fair"

And it was more than I could bear
Don't make me go back there
But before there was all that we made
Cause I ain't come for war
I just came to dance
So grab a shorty
Let's party today
You and I know that you can't win
That's why you standin by
War! War!
There's a war goin' on outside, no man is safe from (repeated & scratched)
(War is a continuation of politics by other means, the purpose
We fought to escape
Smuggling gasoline for food
Before we were of age

Your war is your sickness
And so it's our disease

O distant constant
com

Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on

Mother father sister bro
Love is the message

But war be the front page
In this
gone

If they bomb barbershops and hair salons

Time to dot com

Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on

Mother father sister bro
Love is