Tag: Three-Day Lyrical Challenge, Day 3

Thank you, again to Sara at The Bibliophagist for nominating me to take the Three-Day Lyrical Challenge!

Here is Day 3!

The rules are simple:

  1. Thank the person who nominated you.
  2. Share one of your favorite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.
  3. Nominate three other bloggers each day.

First can I say that I need like a week more to share all of my favorite lyrics??? Where can I put the Eric Church? The Chris Stapleton? The Journey? (Hey! Say what you want! I will argue that that band has some GREAT rock lyrics! Lights? Don’t Stop Believin’? There’s depth there, people). But, alas, I am at my last day. And there’s no one I could save for last except, IMHO, one of the greatest lyricists in rock music history.

Readers, I give you Mr. Bill Joel.

He’s the man behind so many hits, all lyrically beautiful. I had a hard time choosing which one I loved the most — The Piano Man, New York State of Mind, maybe Scenes from an Italian Restaurant? But I think Joel’s most beautiful song is his also his most gut-wrenching. It paints a picture of young men – Marines but also just boys – and the hell they experienced in Vietnam…. “We met as soul mates/on Parris Island/We left as inmates/form an asylum.” It’s haunting.

I’m talking, of course, about Goodnight Saigon.

We met as soul mates on Parris Island
We left as inmates from an asylum
And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho to lay down our livesWe came in spastic like tameless horses
We left in plastic as numbered corpses
And we learned fast to travel light
Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight

We had no home front, we had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep and shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ with all our might

We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
And it was dark, so dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we’d write

And we would all go down together
We said we’d all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

Remember Charlie, remember Baker
They left their childhood on every acre
And who was wrong? And who was right?
It didn’t matter in the thick of the fight

We held the day in the palm of our hand
They ruled the night, and the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island
We held the coastline, they held the highlands

And they were sharp, as sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive

And we would all go down together
We said we’d all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

Today I’m tagging: Kat, Flavia and Rae!

Y’all, if you don’t like being tagged, there’s no hard feelings. Just let me know so I don’t tag you again. If you feel like playing along though, I can’t WAIT to see your picks!


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