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All your free time not spent on Arf is spent on youtube isn't it?
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i dunno if this counts as a cadence or march but i love this tune
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All your free time not spent on Arf is spent on youtube isn't it? Yes |
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You get a line….
You get a line and I'll get a pole Honey, honey You get a line and I'll get a pole Baby, baby You get a line and I'll get a pole We'll go down to the fishin' hole Refrain Honey, oh baby, be mine ALL Go to your left, your right, your left ALL Go to your left, your right, your left, hey! ALL I had a girl who lived on a creek Honey, honey I had a girl who lived on a creek Baby, baby I had a girl who lived on a creek She was cute and she was sweet I had a girl, looked good in blue Honey, honey I had a girl, looked good in blue Baby, baby I had a girl, looked good in blue She could make a fool out of you |
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Cadence has gotten old.
Still, nothing is more amusing retarded than a group of legs singing some tired ass C-130 cadence. |
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Quoted: Quoted: All your free time not spent on Arf is spent on youtube isn't it? Yes guilty |
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We shoot the sick, the young, the lame,
We do our best to maim, Because the kills all count the same, Napalm sticks to kids. Chorus: Napalm sticks to kids, Napalm sticks to kids. Flying low across the trees, Pilots doing what they please, Dropping frags on refugees, Napalm sticks to kids. Goods in the open, making hay, But I can hear the gunships say, "There'll be no Chieu Hoi today," Napalm sticks to kids. See those farmers over there, Watch me get them with a pair, Blood and guts just everywhere, Napalm sticks to kids. I've only seen it happen twice, But both times it was mighty nice, Shooting peasants planting rice, Napalm sticks to kids. Napalm, son, is lots of fun, Dropped in a bomb or shot from a gun, It gets the gooks when on the run, Napalm sticks to kids. Drop some napalm on a farm, It won't do them any harm, Just burn off their legs and arms, Napalm sticks to kids. CIA with guns for hire, Montagnards around a fire, Napalm makes the fire go higher, Napalm sticks to kids. I've been told it's not so neat, To catch gooks burning in the street, But burning flesh, it smells to sweet, Napalm sticks to kids. Children sucking on a mother's tit, Wounded gooks down in a pit, Dow Chemical doesn't give a ****, Napalm sticks to kids. Bombadiers don't care a bit, Just as long as the pieces fit, When you stuff the bodies in a pit, Napalm sticks to kids. Eighteen kids in a No Fire Zone, Rooks under arms and going home, Last in line goes home alone, Napalm sticks to kids. Chuck in a sampan, sitting in the stern, They don't think their boats will burn, Those damn gooks will never learn, Napalm sticks to kids. Cobras flying in the sun, Killing gooks is lots of fun, Get one pregnant and it's two for one, Napalm sticks to kids. Shoot civilians where they sit, Take some pictures as you split, All your life you'll remember it, Napalm sticks to kids. NVA are all hard core, Flechettes never are a bore, Throw those PSYOPS out the door, Napalm sticks to kids. Gather kids as you fly over town, By throwing candy on the ground, Then grease 'em when they gather 'round, Napalm sticks to kids. |
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No Sweat
One mile - No Sweat Two mile - Better yet Three miles - Gotta run Four miles - Just for fun Come on - Let's go We can go - Through the snow We can run - To the sun We train - In the rain A-I R-B O-R N-E Can you be - Like me? Airborne - Infantry |
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There is one I can never find online about ringing a school bell and throwing candy to the kids, then mowing them down with a 60
I also like the Up from a sub 60 feet below, hit the surface and im ready to go, side stroke, back stroke, shuffle to the shore. Cadence |
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Who can take two ice picks
And stick them in her hears Rider like a Harley while he's shifting through the gears! Oh the S&M man, OH the S&M man cause he makes the shit with love and makes the hurt feel good! Who can take a pregnant chick toss her on the bed fucker her so hard that the fetus gives him head Who can take a baby plug up all the holes fuck it so hard that cum comes out the nose Who can take a glass rod Shove it in your dick put it on the table and smash it with a brick and so on.... Oh yea Load another magazine, in my trusty M16. Cuz all I ever wanna see! Is bodies, bleeding bodies. Throw another hand grenade! Should have seen the mess I made. Cuz all I ever wanna see, Is bodies, broken bodies. Stab em with the bayonet! If he squirms you're not done yet! Cuz all I ever wanna see, Is bodies, cut-up bodies. Call some more TACAIR. On that bunker over there. Cuz all I ever wanna see, Is bodies burnin bodies! |
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Meh!
Now liberty, liberty, liberty. Liberty for all hands. Liberty will expire on board at 0700. Now, Liberty! |
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All your free time not spent on Arf is spent on youtube isn't it? And then he posts all the same info across half a dozen boards. |
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Quoted: There is one I can never find online about ringing a school bell and throwing candy to the kids, then mowing them down with a 60 I also like the Up from a sub 60 feet below, hit the surface and im ready to go, side stroke, back stroke, shuffle to the shore. Cadence Burn the town and kill the people |
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Rape, kill, pillage and burn we're gunna rapekillpillageandburn repeated for awhile.
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I was never super moto, but I always liked this one
late one dark and stormy night the grunts got in to a helluva fight FPF was lighting up the sky it looked like some Marines were gonna die the CO called for close air support but the fighter jockies gave a negative report Gunny said mortars oughtta do the trick but the range on tha tubes is short 5 clicks The FO pushed them all aside "IMMEDIATE SUPPRESSION" is a what he cried "IMMEDIATE SUPPRESSION" called the FDC two rounds HE fuse VT A couple seconds later it came raining down red hot steel pounding into the ground the moral of the story as a you can see when your ass is in a sling call artillery rah |
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Well based on my historical predilections, it would probably be "Garryowen," but I actually don't really like the song all that much.
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In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip. We took a little bacon an' we took a little beans And we caught the bloody British at the town of New Orleans. Refrain: We fired our guns an' the British kept a'comin'. There wasn't nigh as many as there was awhile ago. We fired once more an' they begin to runnin' Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We looked down the river an' we seed the British comin', There must a'been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum. They stepped so high an' they made their bugles ring, We stood beside our cotton bales an'didn't say a thing. Refrain Ole Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise, If we didn't fire our muskets 'til we looked 'em in the eyes. We held our fire 'til we seed their faces well, Then we opened up our squirrel guns an' really gave 'em ...well! Refrain Yeah, they ran through the briars an' they ran through the brambles An' they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldn't go. They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico. We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted down, So we grabbed an alligator an' we fought another round. We filled his head with cannon balls an' powdered his behind, An' when they touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind. Refrain |
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We had a Drill Sergeant that should have had a singing career. He did one that was great. Most of the lyrics show up in other cadences, but he killed the chorus.
That's How It Oughta Be That's how it oughta be! That's how it oughta be! Come on, come on. Come on privates sing my song. They put me on a silver jet. That's a ride I'll never forget. And then the pilot said to me That's how it oughta be. That's how it oughta be! That's how it oughta be! Come on, come on. Come on privates sing my song. They put me on a a blue bus. I didn't argue, I didn't fuss. And then the bus driver said to me That's how it oughta be. That's how it oughta be! That's how it oughta be! Come on, come on. Come on privates sing my song. They put me in a barber's chair. Spun me 'round, I had no hair. And then the barber said to me That's how it oughta be. That's how it oughta be! That's how it oughta be! Come on, come on. Come on privates sing my song. Now nine to the front and six to the rear That's the way we do it here And then the First Sergeant said to me That's how it oughta be. That's how it oughta be! That's how it oughta be! Come on, come on. Come on privates sing my song. Standin' tall and lookin' good. I oughta march in Hollywood. And then the CO said to me That's how it oughta be That's how it oughta be! That's how it oughta be! Come on, come on. Come on privates sing my song. |
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Maybe I am misreading the OP title, but I think the greatest marching music ever written is “Semper Fidelis” by John Philip Sousa.
Not to mention “Stars and Stripes Forever”, and the “Washington Post March” (it was a different paper then.) Mike Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile |
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Oh yea Load another magazine, in my trusty M16. Cuz all I ever wanna see! Is bodies, bleeding bodies. Throw another hand grenade! Should have seen the mess I made. Cuz all I ever wanna see, Is bodies, broken bodies. Stab em with the bayonet! If he squirms you're not done yet! Cuz all I ever wanna see, Is bodies, cut-up bodies. Call some more TACAIR. On that bunker over there. Cuz all I ever wanna see, Is bodies burnin bodies! My dad used to sing that one all the time great song. Do you know the one that has Roll me over in the clover |
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Got a letter in the mail,
Go to war or go to jail, Got a letter in the ma-a-a-ail In the early morning rain I packed my bags I kissed my wife, Headed for the Army life, I packed my bags I kissed my wi-i-i-ife, In the early morning rain, Told my Daughter not to cry, But I had tears in my eyes, Told my daughter not to cry-y-y-y In the early morning rain, With this weapon in my hand, And a pocket full of sand, With this weapon in my ha-a-a-and, In the early morning rain, Got the enemy to my front, And the ocean to my rear, Wounded dyin's all I he-e-e-e-ear, In the early morning rain, As I lay here to rest, Caught a bullet to the chest, Even though I did my be-e-e-est, In the early morning rain, Tell my darlin not to cry, Cuz I'll never say goodbye, Tell my darlin not to cry-y-y-y, In the early morning rain, Many a soldier will die today, Guess there's nothin left to say, So our children they may play-y-y-y, In the early morning rain, Yes now sergeant I can see, Why this trainings good for me, Forever more we will be fre-e-e-e, In the early morning rain |
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Had a DS with a great voice and he was funny as shit.. One of the best cadences was believe it or not..."Tiny Bubbles".
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Left right, left right, left right KILL!
Left right, left right, kill we will I went to the church Where all the people pray Pulled out my Uzi and I began to SPRAY! (Repeat the Left Right, Kill, Will) I went to the store Where all the women shop Pulled out my machete and I began to CHOP! I went to the park where all the kids play i pulled out my bazooka and i blew em all away! |
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We sang Tiny Bubbles at both Dix and Leonard Wood in 1969
My favorite was Yellow Bird ... |
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Maybe I am misreading the OP title, but I think the greatest marching music ever written is “Semper Fidelis” by John Philip Sousa. Not to mention “Stars and Stripes Forever”, and the “Washington Post March” (it was a different paper then.) Mike Posted Via AR15.Com Mobile Always been a big fan of "National Emblem" and "Hands Across The Sea." Kenneth Alford marches are my favorite, though. |
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Conceived in a back seat I was born in a ditch
My daddy was a demon and my momma was a witch Raised in a gutter by a guy named Bill He taught me how to hate and he taught me how to kill I ran with a gang and wore a leather coat Late at nights when we prayed to the goat Left right left right left right kill Follow me and I'll show you how Left right left right left right kill Follow me and I know you will |
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I know, not a march but still a great military song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5WJJVSE_BE&feature=related Might as well include this one too. I couldn't find a video, sorry. Lyrics from http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/barry-sadler-lyrics/garet-trooper-lyrics.html This is dedicated to the parade field trooper Who never leaves that nice soft garrison And always looks real pretty Now in the war torn jungles of Vietnam You’ll find a certain kind of man You’ll see him everywhere He’s a trooper, a garet trooper Yeah, he’s five foot four, 228 pounds of blubber Got him a nickel plated 45 tied down low, quick draw holster Two bandoliers of brasso-ed ammo Yeah he’s a trooper, a garet trooper He’s fought from Saigon to Ninh Thuan In every bar that is, and then only with the girls And he ain’t won one yet But he’s a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper) He’s got a hip knife, a side knife, a boot knife, a shoulder knife And a little bitty one that’s a combination flare gun, dinner set, and genuine police whistle But he’s a trooper, a garet trooper Now I run into one the other day, He told me a story, He said he'd just this minute come back from [ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/barry-sadler-lyrics/garet-trooper-lyrics.html ] a fifteen day runnin’ fight with the Cong Said he captured a lot of loot You know what I saw when I looked down? A spit shined boot Yeah, he’s a trooper, a garet trooper (garet trooper) Now poor ole pilot come back today Half his crew was killed, aircraft shot to hell But he don’t say much He’s not a trooper, a garet trooper And out in the hills and the jungles and the swamps Living like a bunch of dogs Are some men wearing funny little green hats They stay out there and fight for months on end They don’t say much ‘cause they’re not troopers, garet troopers (garet troopers) And I bet finally, when I leave this war torn land The last thing I’ll see will be, though I may be in a drunken stupor I bet it’ll be a garet trooper (garet trooper) Yeah, they’re all over the place Ain’t hardly worth going to war no more |
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I had a DS who loved to sing Black Sabbath "War Pigs" during morning PT. It would definitely get you pumped up on those early morning runs.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s1UJi2huFJM
Navy seals clearly knew how Osama was going down at least a year before it actually happened "They went to find there leader They found him in his bed And when they rolled him over They found that he was dead" Just sayin... Great cadence too. Love listening to them, it helps me get motivated. |
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Der Panzerlied. Rumor has it this was played over the PA by US Armor in Iraq.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4K09d2W3BY&feature=related English lyrics: In blizzard or storm, Or in sun warm and bright, The day hot as hell Or bone-chilling be the night, Our faces may with dust be laid, But spirits never fade, No, never fade; Relentless, our tank Thunders out on a raid. With engines a-howling, Fast as is the wind, We head for the foe, Safe, as we're in armor skinned. Our comrades still behind us roam; We fight the foe alone, Yes, fight alone. We stab through the line To break the foes backbone. Whenever the foe May appear in our sight, We'll ram throttle full, Then we'll humble all his might! Of what use is our life if we Our country serve freely? Yes, serve freely! To die for our country, Our honour shall be. With tank traps and mines, Our foe tries to impede. We laugh at his ruses; We know he'll not suceed. And when, in threat, his cannons stand, Half hidden in the sand, Yes, in the sand, We can find our way Over much safer land. And should at long last, Fickle Lady Luck leave, And we remain here, Leaving family to grieve, A bullet with our name on it, Find us and seal our fate, Yes, seal our fate, Our tank will our grave be On that final date. I'm also partial to this one: The Colonel Bogey March. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvWLMkxSwIo |
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A Yellow bird
With a yellow bill Was sitting on The window sill I coaxed him in with a piece of bread Then I smashed His fucking head! Of course the drill sergeant couldn't say the word coaxed and it sounded like kerxed |
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