they drew their knives and shot each other two deaf policemen heard the noise... I want to know the rest of this lyric and its origin?
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JAMES ALLEN ROARK\nPETERDRAGON20@HOTMAIL.COM\nPETERDRAGON\nLIVE LONG AND PROSPER. WE KNOW WHEN WE DIE THAT IT IS A GIVEN THAT WE WILL GO TO HEAVEN BECAUSE WE HAVE ALREADY BEEN TO HELL.\nONE BRIGHT DAY, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT,\nTWO DEAD BOYS GOT UP TO FIGHT,\nBACK TO BACK THEY FACED EACHOTHER,\nDREW THEIR SHOT EACHOTHER.\nWELCOME HOME AND MAY THE HIGHER POWER LOOK OVER YOU. SP5 J.A. ROARK 18TH AIRBORNE CORP 118TH MP CO.\n12/24/00 \n\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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I’m not positive but I believe that what you have quoted is a version of an old song/poem with multiple versions.  One such version follows here and the source link provides much more detail on its origins.\n\n\nVALERIE BLOOM\nWAKE UP, AMY\nWake up, Amy chile,\nwater fe get,\nthe barrel fe full an’\nwe no draw one pan yet,\nan’ me see de sun\na-come up over de hill,\nah know if I lef ’\nyuh gwine be sleepin’ still\nat half past ten,\nmaybe twelve o’clock,\nif yuh don’t hurry up,\nde school gate gwine lock,\nbefore yuh get dere,\nwe haffe look firewood,\ncomb we hair,\ngive de goat dem food,\ntie out de donkey,\nsweep de yard,\nan’ eat breakfast,\nI know it hard\nFe leave you\nNice warm bed,\nBut work dey fe do,\nGet up, sleepyhead!\nWake up, wake up, wake up beeny bud\nWake up, beeny soon o’ mawnin’,\nWake up, wake up, wake up beeny bud\nWake up, beeny soon o’ mawnin’.
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ME ME ME lol\n\nher is the joke ..hope u like it\n\nThe FBI had an opening for an assassin.\n\nAfter all the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were 3 finalists.\n\nTwo men and a woman.\n\nFor the final test, the FBI agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun.\n\n"We must know that you will follow your instructions no matter what the circumstances.  Inside the room you will find your wife sitting in a chair.\n\nKill Her!"  \n\nThe man said, "You can't be serious, I could never shoot my wife."  The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job.  Take your wife and go home."\n\nThe second man was given the same instructions.\n\nHe took the gun and went into the room.  All was quiet for about 5 minutes.  The man came out with tears in his eyes,  "I tried, but I can't kill my wife."\n\nThe agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."\n\nFinally, it was the woman's turn.\n\nShe was given the same instructions, to kill her husband.  She took the gun and went into the room.  Shots were heard, one after another.  They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls.\n\nAfter a few minutes, all was quiet.  The door opened slowly and there stood the woman.  She wiped the sweat from her brow. \n\n"This gun is loaded with blanks" she said. "I had to beat him to death with the chair."
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the poet is obviously reminded of his childhood, and wishes himself back into his childhood; \n\n"betrays me back" - because he doesn't want to be reminded of his  childhood, yet he can do nothing against it as the song takes him back to it\n\n"insidious mastery of song" - same as before (see "insidious" =  adjective; (of something unpleasant or dangerous) gradually and secretly causing harm) --> because he doesn't realize it, and then, as he does, it's already too late, and the painful feelings of having to remember about it all are already there\n\ntheme = longing for happiness of childhood, yearning for times long gone, regret .... \n\nfeelings: regret, sorrow, longing
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http://www.lyricsdomain.com/20/the_shins/pink_bullets.html\nit's part of the song "Pink Bullets" by The Shins.
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From the movie Life.\n\nRay: "You [bleep] around with me, there's gonna be consequences and repercussions."
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There is a comic who talks about this (either Jeff Foxworthy or Bill Engval).  It looks like a rapper was shot and people are wearing their pants a half-staff.
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Where did you come up with the sentence?  The only thing I can go on is that in a Western there are lots of fights about anything and everything, kinda like everything was settled with fist, fighting broke out at the drop of a hat.  Like if you would stop the guys fighting and ask what they were fighting about they would look at you and say "um, I don't know"
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she saw me come over/her hour-glass body/she had problems with drinking milk and being at school tardy/she'll borrow your toothbrush/she'll bartend your party...Kings of Leon\n\nfor new stuff...but for old stuff...from the book of springsteen chapter 1...Lost in the flood, final verse,Greeting from Ashbury Park.\n\nEighth Avenue sailors in satin shirts whisper in the air\nSome storefront incarnation of Maria, she's puttin' on me the stare\nand Bronx's best apostle stands with his hand on his own hardware\nEverything stops, you hear five, quick shots, the cops come up for air\nAnd now the whiz-bang gang from uptown, they're shootin' up the street\nAnd that cat from the Bronx starts lettin' loose\nbut he gets blown right off his feet\nAnd some kid comes blastin' round the corner but a cop puts him right away\nHe lays on the street holding his leg screaming something in Spanish\nStill breathing when I walked away\nAnd somebody said "Hey man did you see that? His body hit the street with such a beautiful thud"\nI wonder what the dude was sayin' or was he just lost in the flood?\nHey man, did you see that, those poor cats are sure messed up\nI wonder what they were gettin' into, or were they just lost in the flood?
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"Diamonds and Guns" by The Transplants : )
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This is a totally slang phrase. Everything about it, apart from 'the',  is slang!\n\nI'm sorry, but I can't help you much. I don't know where, when or why these words were twisted into this meaning, and I can't find out online either. So I'll just tell you what I DO know!\n\nCase, in this context =\nTo examine carefully, as in planning a crime: "cased the bank before robbing it."\n\nJoint in this context =\na. A cheap or disreputable gathering place: “The tavern is... just a joint with Formica tables, a vinyl floor, lights over the mirrors” (Scott Turow).\nor\nb. A building or dwelling.\n(Although my dictionary says 'a place for meeting, eating, etc.)
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You raise the blade, you make the change\nYou re-arrange me 'till I'm sane\nYou lock the door\nAnd throw away the key\nThere's someone in my head but it's not me.\nAnd if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear\nYou shout and no one seems to hear\nAnd if the band you're in starts playing different tunes\nI'll see you on the dark side of the moon\n\nFuck it. They are all to good to pick out a couple. FYI, this song (brain damage) they wrote about the band member who dropped WAY to much acid and went insane....had to be institutionalized, thats where the "lunitic" comes from in the song
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Yes, it was a Police tune from the late 80's.  Very popular song among the early alternative music scene.
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OK, I'll give it my best shot...\n\n* Who is the speaker or speakers in the poem, and what is the situation?\n\nThe speaker appears to be a military trainee, learning about the names of parts in (bolt, breech, saftey, etc. ) and functions of his rifle.\n\n* What basic contrasts are represented by the trainees and by the gardens?\n\nThere are several:\n"..eloquent gestures, Which in our case we have not got."\nNot much eloquent about cleaning a rifle...\n\n"If you have any strength in your thumb. The blossoms\nAre fragile and motionless"\nStrength vs fragility\n\n"Easing the spring. And rapidly backwards and forwards\nThe early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:\n          They call it easing the Spring"\nTwo different definitions of spring, one in the rifle, one a season.\n\nand more...\n\n* What statement does the poem make about war as it affects men and their lives?\n\nWar is about hard, cold things like rifles and all that goes with war, whereas the gardens represent beauty, silence, peace.\nThe gardens bring out the best in man, wars the worse.\n\nHope this helps!
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I was shot in the left bicep with a .223 british military round. What did I think before? Well before it happened I thought, my god I hope I don't get shot, I hope I shoot the other guy first. When it happened it felt like a really big bee stung me on my arm, and then it started to burn really bad. Afterwards I thought, I hope somebody shot that son of a byatch, and somebody had already.
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the one that said\n\nWhat is the best way to kill someone?\n\ntalk about weird!!
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The poem is talking about the futility and uselessness of war.  The bitter irony is that comrades and the enemy are for the most part ordinary people, not that different from each other.  If he met one of each on the street, he could not tell which is which.  The soldier chose to fight, no one forced him to, and in his last moments he is questioning the sense of that decision.   He realizes that in the end this fighting and sacrifice is not going to change much for the ordinary person, so in many ways it is a waste, a waste of life.  He can't turn back the clock, and his destiny awaits him in "the clouds", heaven, the afterlife.\n\nI hope this helps.