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The Great Crusade
02:04
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Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force!
You are about to embark upon a great crusade, toward which we have striven these many months. The eyes of the world are upon you. The hopes and prayers of liberty loving people everywhere march with you. In company with our brave Allies and brothers in arms on other fronts, you will bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over the oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.
Your task will not be an easy one. Your enemy is well trained, well equipped and battle hardened, he will fight savagely.
But this is the year 1944! Much has happened since the Nazi triumphs of 1940-41. The United Nations have inflicted upon the Germans great defeats, in open battle, man to man. Our air offensive has seriously reduced their strength in the air and their capacity to wage war on the ground. Our home fronts have given us an overwhelming superiority in weapons and munitions of war, and placed at our disposal great reserves of trained fighting men. The tide has turned! The free men of the world are marching together to victory!
I have full confidence in your courage, devotion to duty and skill in battle. We will accept nothing less than full victory!
Good Luck! And let us all beseech the blessings of Almighty God upon this great and noble undertaking.
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Flyboy
07:08
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Flyboy
Lyrics by Colette Lovelace
A helmet on,
a deep breath in,
a glance upon the sky.
Would we be brave enough
to face the wind?
To fly?
No one to stop us now,
just Charlie Jones and I.
With nothing but these flimsy wings,
did we dream a foolish thing,
to be the men who fly?
Up we flew,
our engines burning.
Up we flew
to touch the sky.
Up we flew
with a desperate yearning.
Up we flew,
prepared to die ...
Brothers on wing,
in skies, together;
far from Earth,
just Charlie and I.
Up in the air
the radio screams,
it's Charlie in distress.
"A bandit's shot my wing!
I've had it now,
I'm going West ...
But know these years with you,
I've served them all with pride.
I know that all good flights must end;
I'm glad my last was with you, my friend.
It's been to short a ride ... "
Down he went,
his engines burning.
Down he went
from out of the sky.
Down he went
in a tailspin, turning.
Down he went,
prepared to die.
Up we'd gone
in the skies together.
Up we'd gone
with no question why.
Up we'd gone
for a soldier's duty,
for a country we could not deny.
A brother lost in a blaze of glory,
Far from earth.
Charlie Jones, farewell
and goodbye.
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This Poignant Hour
02:54
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Hold The Line
06:14
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Hold the Line
Lyrics by Colette Lovelace
Whether the sun shines bright on us
or whether torrid rains should fall,
we will fly this bloody banner;
we will heed its rallying call:
Hold the line ...
What would you sacrifice?
How strong would you stand
to face what lies ahead?
To answer this demand?
We'll tip our spears with broken bones,
sew skins into the sails.
Our bodies burn from cannon blasts.
Come what may, we cannot fail!
Brace yourself for the coming storm
with arms and weapons raised.
Our glory shall be born of fire;
we will set these skies ablaze!
Hold the line!
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May 8, 1945
03:45
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When Banners Fall
07:10
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When Banners Fall
By Colette Lovelace
The morning dawn rose bright,
golden on these roads.
We thought the night would never end,
that there would always be this cold.
We climbed from the ruins
to see what remained.
And one by one, we felt the sun
and prepared to start again.
We picked up the pieces
from dust and debris;
Was it truly worth the price
of this costly victory?
But there was no time to look behind;
we needed to rebuild.
Braver deeds are still to come,
and destinies fulfilled.
Brighter days are still to come
and we at last stand tall
to greet the days ahead
when banners fall.
From our sacrifice,
a victory for all.
We are what remain
when banners fall.
A victory for all
when banners fall ...
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The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
Lyrics by Eric Bogle
When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son,
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli
It well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying
Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away
Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
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When The Clockwork Dolls formed in 2007, the concept was simple: Theatrical, grand, epic music for folks who dream, and
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The Clockwork Dolls are currently in the studio working on their upcoming multimedia project
"The Sleepwalker Chronicles" with a targeted release date of May of 2016.
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