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Posted: 3/22/2006 6:31:18 AM EDT
[Last Edit: 3/22/2006 6:31:58 AM EDT by Da_Bunny]
Ever since JAFO moved to Oregon, we've had nothing but trouble on top of trouble.

I know an agent provocateur when I see one.....
Link Posted: 3/22/2006 8:27:35 AM EDT
You don't know the half of it!
At the SHOT show, all he did was mumble about his "master plan"
I think he's implemented it already





Link Posted: 3/22/2006 9:24:13 AM EDT
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps;
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His day is marching on.

I have read a fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel;
“As ye deal with My contemners, so with you My grace shall deal”;
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with His heel,
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet;
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free;
[originally …let us die to make men free]
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! While God is marching on.

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave,
He is wisdom to the mighty, He is honor to the brave;
So the world shall be His footstool, and the soul of wrong His slave,
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Our God is marching on.
Link Posted: 3/22/2006 1:16:52 PM EDT


Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school,
We have beaten every teacher, we have broken every rule!
We have smashed up all the blackboards,
we have thrown out all the books
The school is burning down.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door
With a loaded .44
And she ain't my teacher no more!
Link Posted: 3/22/2006 1:18:21 PM EDT
Link Posted: 3/22/2006 6:15:46 PM EDT
[Last Edit: 3/22/2006 6:16:12 PM EDT by JS98010]
He was just a cherry trooper and he surely shook with fright
as he checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight
He had to sit and listen to the awful engines roar,
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

Gory, Gory, What a heck of a way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of a way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of a way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

“Is everybody happy?” cried the Sergeant, looking up.
Our hero feebly answered “yes,” and then they stood him up.
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

Gory, Gory, What a heck of a way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of a way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of a way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock;
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop;
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome;
The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones;
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind;
He thought about the girl back home, the one he’d left behind;
He thought about the medics and wondered what they’ed find.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild;
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled;
For it had been a week or more since last a chute had failed.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was splat, his blood went spurting high;
His comrades were then heard to say, “A heck of way to die”;
He lay there rolling ‘round in the welter of his gore.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a heck of way to die
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

Link Posted: 3/22/2006 7:26:03 PM EDT
1st ver. befor the rewrite

: John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, :|
John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave,
But his soul goes marching on.

Chorus:
|: Glory, glory, hallelujah, :|
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
His soul goes marching on.

|: He's gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord, :|
He's gone to be a soldier in the Army of the Lord,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus:

|: John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back, :|
John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus:

|: John Brown died that the slaves might be free, :|
John Brown died that the slaves might be free,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus:

|: The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down, :|
The stars above in Heaven now are looking kindly down,
His soul goes marching on.
Chorus:
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