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    Artist : Squeeze
    Song : Up The Junction

    (difford/tilbrook)

    I never thought it would happen
    With me and the girl from clapham
    Out on a windy common
    That night I ain’t forgotten
    When she dealt out the rations
    With some or other passions
    I said you are a lady
    Perhaps she said I may be
    We moved into a basement
    With thoughts of our engagement
    We stayed in by the telly
    Although the room was smelly
    We spent our time just kissing
    The railway arms we’re missing
    But love had got us hooked up
    And all our time it took up

    I got a job with stanley
    He said I’d come in handy
    And started me on monday
    So I had a bath on sunday
    I worked eleven hours
    And bought the girl some flowers
    She said she’d seen a doctor
    And nothing now could stop her

    I worked all through the winter
    The weather brass and bitter
    I put away a tenner
    Each week to make her better
    And when the time was ready
    We had to sell the telly
    Late evenings by the fire
    With little kicks inside her

    This morning at 4:50
    I took her rather nifty
    Down to an incubator
    Where thirty minutes later
    She gave birth to a daughter
    Within a year a walker
    She looked just like her mother
    If there could be another

    And now she’s two years older
    Her mother’s with a soldier
    She left me when my drinking
    Became a proper stinging
    The devil came and took me
    From bar to street to bookie
    No more nights by the telly
    No more nights nappies smelling

    Alone here in the kitchen
    I feel there’s something missing
    I’d beg for some forgiveness
    But begging’s not my business
    And she won’t write a letter
    Although I always tell her
    And so it’s my assumption
    I’m really up the junction
    It is useless to attempt to reason a man out of a thing he was never reasoned into.

    Every plan I have is the best plan in the room. Everybody get quiet and listen to it, and everybody will win

    Comment


      Love this track, kept me sane recently!!

      Train In Vain - Mick Jones (and some help from Joe Strummer)

      You say you stand by your man

      Tell me something I don't understand

      You said you loved me and that's a fact

      and then you left me, said you felt trapped



      Well some things you can't explain away

      But the heartache's in me till this day



      CHORUS

      You didn't stand by me

      No, not at all

      You didn't stand by me

      No way



      All the times

      When we were close

      I'll remember these things the most

      I see all my dreams come tumbling down

      I can't be happy without you round



      So alone I keep the wolves at bay

      and there is only one thing that I can say



      CHORUS



      You must explain why this must be

      Did you lie when you spoke to me



      Did you stand by me

      No, not at all



      Now I got a job

      But it don't pay

      I need new clothes

      I need somewhere to stay

      But without all of these things I can do

      But without your love I won't make it through



      But you don't understand my point of view

      I suppose there's nothing I can do



      CHORUS X 2



      You must explain why this must be

      Did you lie when you spoke to me



      Did you stand by me

      Did you stand by me

      No, not at all

      Did you stand by me

      No way

      Did you stand by me

      No, not at all

      Did you stand by me

      No way
      “People are broad-minded. They'll accept the fact that a person can be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater and even a newspaperman, but if a man doesn't drive, there's something wrong with him.” - Art Buchwald

      Comment


        Love it NB!
        In a similar vein:

        Don't go to church on Sunday

        Don't get on my knees to pray

        Don't memorize the books of the Bible

        I got my own special way


        I know Jesus loves me

        Maybe just a little bit more
        Fall down on my knees every Sunday

        At Zerelda Lee's candy store


        Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus

        Make me feel good inside

        Got to be a chocolate Jesus

        Keep me satisfied


        Well I don't want no Apple Zapple

        Don't want no Almond Joy

        There ain't nothing better

        Suitable for this boy


        Well that's the only thing that can pick me up

        Better than a cup of gold

        See only a chocolate Jesus

        Can satisfy my soul


        When the weather gets rough

        And it's whiskey in the shade

        It's best to wrap your savior

        Up in cellophane


        He flows like the big muddy

        But that's ok

        Pour him over ice cream

        For a nice parfait


        Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus

        Good enough for me

        Got to be a chocolate Jesus

        Good enough for me


        Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus

        Make me feel so good inside

        Got to be a chocolate Jesus

        Keep me satisfied

        Tis but a scratch.

        Comment


          She took all my money

          And my best friend

          You know the story

          Here it comes again

          I have no pride

          I have no shame

          You gotta make it rain

          Make it rain



          Since you're gone

          Deep inside it hurts

          I'm just another sad guest

          On this dark earth

          I want to believe

          In the mercy of the world again

          Make it rain, make it rain



          Night's too quiet

          Stretched out alone

          I need the whip of thunder

          And the wind's dark moan

          I'm not Able, I'm just Cain

          Open up the heavens

          Make it rain



          I'm close to heaven

          Crushed at the gate

          Sharpen their knives

          On my mistakes

          What she done
          You can't give it a name

          You gotta make it rain
          Make it rain, yeah



          Without her love

          Withour your kiss

          Hell can't burn me

          More than this

          I'm burning with all this pain

          Put out the fire

          Make it rain



          I'm born to trouble

          I'm born to fate

          Inside a promise

          I can't escape

          It's the same old world

          But nothing looks the same

          Make it rain
          Make it rain



          Got to make it rain

          Make it rain

          You got to make it rain

          Got to make it rain
          You got to
          I stand alone here
          I stand alone here
          Sing it


          Tis but a scratch.

          Comment



            God said "Don't give me your tin horn prayers
            Don't buy roses off the street down there"
            Took it all and took the dirt road home
            Dreaming of Jenny with the light brown hair

            Night is falling like a bloody axe
            Lies and rumors and the wind at my back
            Hand on the wheel, gravel on the road
            Will the pawn shop sell me back what I sold?

            I'm gonna take the sins of my father
            I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
            I'm gonna take the sins of my brother
            Down to the pond

            Birds cry warning from a hidden branch
            Carving out a future with a gun and an axe
            I'm way beyond the gavel and the laws of man
            Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand

            The world's not easy, the blind man said
            Turns on nothing but money and dread
            Dogs been scratching at the door all night
            Long neck birds flying out of the moon light

            I'm gonna take the sins of my father
            I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
            I'm gonna take the sins of my brother
            Down to the pond

            Smack dab in the middle of a dirty lie
            The star spangled glitter of his one good eye
            Everybody knows that the game was rigged
            Justice wears suspenders and a powdered wig

            Dark town alley's been hiding you
            Long bell tolling is your Waterloo
            Oh baby what can you do
            Does the light of god blind you
            (Or lead the way home for you?)

            I'm gonna take the sins of my father
            I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
            I'm gonna take the sins of my brother
            Down to the pond

            God almighty for righteousness' sake
            Humiliation of our fallen state
            Written in the book of tubold Cain
            A long black over coat will show no stain

            Feel the heat and the burn on your back
            The rip and the moan and the stretch of the rack
            All my belongings in a flour sack
            Will the place I come from take me back

            I'm gonna take the sins of my father
            I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
            I'm gonna take the sins of my brother
            Down to the pond

            They'll hang me in the morning on a scaffold yea big
            To dance upon nothing to the Tyburn jig
            Treats you like a puppet when you're under its spell
            Oh the heart is heaven, but the mind is hell

            Jesus of Nazareth told Mike of the weeds
            "I's born at this time for a reason you see
            When I'm dead I"ll be dead a long time
            But the wine's so pleasing and so sublime"

            I'm gonna take the sins of my father
            I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
            I'm gonna take the sins of my brother
            Down to the pond

            Kissed my sweetheart by the chinaball tree
            Everything I done is between God and me
            Only he will judge how my time was spent
            29 days of sinning and 40 to repent

            The horse is steady but the horse is blind
            Wicked are the branches on the tree of mankind
            The roots grow upward and the branches grow down
            It's much too late to throw the dice again, I've found

            I'm gonna take the sins of my father
            I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
            I'm gonna take the sins of my brother
            Down to the pond

            I'm gonna wash them
            I'm gonna wash them
            I'm gonna wash the sins of my Father
            I'm gonna wash the sins of my Mother
            I'm gonna wash the sins of my Brother

            Till the water runs clear
            Till the water runs clear
            Tis but a scratch.

            Comment




              Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
              End over end neither left nor to right
              Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
              Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.


              Make me, oh make me, Lord more than I am
              Make me a piece in your master game plan
              Free from the earthly tempestion below
              I’ve got the will, Lord if you’ve got the toe.


              Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
              End over end neither left nor to right
              Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
              Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.


              Take all the brothers who’ve gone on before
              And all of the sisters who’ve knocked on your door
              All the departed dear loved ones of mine
              Stick’em up front in the offensive line.


              Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
              End over end neither left nor to right
              Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
              Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.


              Yeah, Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life
              End over end neither left nor to right
              Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights
              Drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.


              the things you make me do chips [img]smileys/lol.gif[/img]
              "You were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!"

              Comment




                Originally posted by No Bother

                the things you make me do chips [img]smileys/lol.gif[/img]
                Th'aul peer pressure is a terrible thing alright!! [img]smileys/lol.gif[/img] (I'm sure I saw that posted up here somewhere recently though ...)




                We put up our tent on a dark green knoll,

                Outside of town by the train tracks and a seagull dump

                Topping the bill was Horse Face Ethel and her 'Marvellous Pigs In Satin'





                We pounded our stakes in the ground


                All powder brown


                And the branches spread like scary fingers reaching


                We were in a pasture outside Kankakee





                And One Eyed Myra, the queen of the galley

                Who trained the ostrich and the camels


                She looked at me squinty with her one good eye in a Roy Orbison T-shirt

                As she bottle fed an orangutan named Tripod





                And then there was Yodeling Elaine, the queen of the air

                Who wore a dollar sign medallion

                And she had a tiny bubble of spittle around her nostril
                And a little
                rusty tear, for she had lassoed and lost Another tipsy sailor





                And over in the burnt yellow tent by the frozen tractor,

                The music was like electric sugar


                And Zuzu Bolin played 'Stavin' Chain' and Mighty Tiny on the saw

                And he threw his head back with a mouth full of gold teeth




                And they played 'Lopsided heart'


                And 'Moon over Dog Street'


                And by the time they played 'Moanin Low'


                I was soakin' wet and wild eyed




                And Doctor Bliss slipped me a preparation

                And I fell asleep with 'Livery Stable Blues' in my ear





                And me and Molly Hoey drank Pruno and Koolaid

                And she had a tattoo gun made out of a cassette


                motor and a guitar string and

                She soaked a hanky in 3 Roses and rubbed it on the spot

                And drew a rickety heart and a bent arrow



                And it hurt like hell





                And Funeral Wells spun Poodle Murphy on the target


                as he threw his hardware,


                Only once in Sheboygan did he miss,

                At a matinee on Diamond Pier

                And she'd never let him forget it





                They were doing two shows and she had a high fever

                And he took off a piece of her ear

                And Tip Little told her she should leave the bum


                but Poodle said, "He fetched me last time I run."



                But I'd like to hammer this ring into a bullet


                And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun,


                My dear


                And I wish I had some whiskey and a gun,

                My dear


                Tis but a scratch.

                Comment



                  A hundred days have made me older

                  Since the last time that I saw your pretty face

                  A thousand lies have made me colder

                  And I don't think I can look at this the same

                  But all the miles that separate

                  Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face



                  I'm here without you baby

                  But you're still on my lonely mind

                  I think about you baby

                  And I dream about you all the time

                  I'm here without you baby

                  But you're still with me in my dreams

                  And tonight it's only you and me



                  The miles just keep rollin'

                  As the people leave their way to say hello

                  I've heard this life is overrated

                  But I hope that it gets better as we go



                  I'm here without you baby

                  But you're still on my lonely mind

                  I think about you baby

                  And I dream about you all the time

                  I'm here without you baby

                  But you're still with me in my dreams

                  And tonight girl its only you and me



                  Everything I know, and anywhere I go

                  It gets hard but it wont take away my love

                  And when the last one falls

                  When it's all said and done

                  It gets hard but it wont take away my love



                  I'm here without you baby

                  But you're still on my lonely mind

                  I think about you baby

                  And I dream about you all the time

                  I'm here without you baby

                  But you're still with me in my dreams

                  And tonight girl its only you and me



                  Failure lies not in falling down, Failure lies in not getting up.


                  If voting could really change things it would be illegal.

                  Comment


                    Is this it? If so, I found it at this site.

                    It started out in Arnotts,
                    The way that most things do,
                    You wore your Louis Vitton,
                    I wore me Dublin blue.

                    I grabbed your bag and we raced out,
                    Hardly said a word;
                    You saw I was a bit o' rough,
                    I knew you for a fit burd.

                    You decided to drop charges
                    Because you saw I was a man;
                    I took you back to Finglas
                    And greased your bacon for my pan.

                    But early the next morning,
                    I was ruined from Dutch Gold,
                    You had a business meeting
                    As I lay there, still out cold.

                    When you got back in the evening,
                    You said you had to fly;
                    You're an uptown, Brown Thomas woman,
                    I sell Johnny Blue on the sly.

                    Our romance soon got heated,
                    As May quickly turned to June,
                    You got in a fight on Parnell St,
                    I did some dealin' in Cocoon.

                    But it got a little too much
                    When on your chips you saw a fly;
                    You enjoy your haute cuisine,
                    But I prefer Birds-eye.

                    You're an uptown, Brown Thomas woman,
                    I sell Johnny Blue on the sly.

                    Our romance soon was ended
                    When I stole your mother's ring,
                    I knew I shouldn'ta done it
                    But I could never resist da bling.

                    You reported me to the Old Bill
                    You told them that's the guy;
                    "I'm an uptown Brown Thomas woman,
                    He sells Johnny Blue on the sly."
                    We'll engrave your name in gold, as we did in days of old.
                    Roll along lovely Axel, roll along.

                    Comment


                      Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight
                      With people here working by day and by night
                      They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat
                      But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street
                      At least when I asked them, that's what I was told
                      So I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold
                      But for all that I've found there, I might as well be
                      In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea


                      I believe that when writin' a wish you expressed
                      As to how the fine ladies of London were dressed
                      But if you'll believe me, when asked to a ball
                      They don't wear no tops to their dresses at all
                      Oh, I've seen them myself and you could not in truth
                      Tell if they were bound for a ball or a bath
                      Don't be startin' them fashions now, Mary Mochree,
                      In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea


                      There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind
                      Beautiful shapes Nature never designed
                      Lovely complexions of roses and cream
                      But let me remark with regard to the same
                      That if at those roses you venture to sit
                      The colors might all come away on your lip
                      So I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me
                      In the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea


                      You remember young Diddy McClaren, of course
                      But he's over here with the rest of the force
                      I saw him one day as he stood on the strand
                      Stopped all the traffic with a wave of his hand
                      As we were talking of days that are gone
                      The whole town of London stood there to look on
                      But for all his great powers, he's wishful like me
                      To be back where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea
                      We'll engrave your name in gold, as we did in days of old.
                      Roll along lovely Axel, roll along.

                      Comment


                        Seo mo mhallacht ar na mná
                        'Siad a mhearaigh mé 'gus rinne mo chrá
                        Thit mé i dtús mo shaoil i ngrá
                        Le spéirbhean álainn óg
                        Is mheall sí lena glorthaí mé

                        'S í bhí sochmaí lách gan bhróid
                        'S í ba mheallach í 's ba mhilse póg
                        Bhí sé gnaoiúil greannmhar cóir
                        'S ní bréag a bhfuil mé 'rá
                        Gur mheall sí lena glorthaí mé



                        Is iomaí oiche fhada fhuar

                        A chaith mé ag suirí leithe chois na gcruach

                        Is a 'teacht 'na 'bhaile arís gan ghruaim

                        Le bodhránacht a' lae

                        Nuair a mheall sí lena glorthaí mé

                        Shíl mé nach raibh duine bocht ar mo dhream
                        'S nach raibh sa tsaol seo ach spórt is greann
                        Ach faraoir tá mé fágtha anois go fann
                        I mo bhodhrán bhocht liom féin
                        Ó mheall sí lena glorthaí mé

                        Thóg sí a seotlaí i bhfad ar shiúl
                        Is d'fhág sí mise a' sileadh na sul
                        Nar chuma liom dá mbínn a' dúil
                        Lena fheicéail arís níos mó
                        Och, mheall sí lena glorthaí mé

                        Nach doiligh domhsa theacht fríd a' tsaol
                        O d'eálaigh an ainnir úd a chráigh mo chroí
                        Is d'fhág sí mise lag gan bhrí
                        'O mo chaitheamh 's 'o mo chloí
                        Ó mheall sí lena glorthaí mé

                        Ach dá bhfaighinnse an saol seo ar mo mhian
                        Scéal cinnte go mbeimis óg a choích'
                        Nó chuirfinnse lámh na cloige arís
                        Go dtí an t-am arbh fhiú bheith beo
                        Nuair a mheall sí lena glorthaí mé

                        Mheall sí lena glorthaí mé
                        Is mheall sí lena glorthaí mé
                        Ó mheall sí lena glorthaí mé
                        Tis but a scratch.

                        Comment


                          Ĕamon a' Chnoic
                          Cé hé sin amuigh, a bhuil faobhar ar a guth,
                          S'tá'g reabadh mo dhorais dúnta?
                          Mise Ĕamon a' chnoic atá báite fúair fliuch,
                          Ó shíorshúil na sléibhte s'na gleannta.

                          Is fada mis' 'muigh faoi sneachta's faoi sioc
                          Is gan dánacht agam ar éinne
                          Mo shéisreach gan scor, s'mo bhranar gan cur,
                          Agus gan íad agamsa ar aon chor

                          Níl cáirde agam, is danaid liom san,
                          Chun do glachadh mé moch agus déanach,
                          'Nois do caithigh mé dul thar farraige shoir
                          Ó 's ánn nach a' bhuil mo ghaelta.

                          Ó a lao ghil s'a chuid céard a dhéanaimse dhuit'
                          Mura gcuirfhinn tu féin faoi mo ghúna,
                          Is nach mbéidh púdar dubh á shiorshéadadh leat,
                          Ach go mbéimish (together) múchta.Trans. (le chéile)

                          Ó mo mhallacht ar'n díamhall ar dhúnmharraidh é,
                          Is go dóiteann sé 'n-ifreann (forever)
                          Ach an t'Úasal Ó' Ríain, Ó go mbaireann do h'anam
                          Ar dheis Dé anois is I gcónai……Trans.
                          We'll engrave your name in gold, as we did in days of old.
                          Roll along lovely Axel, roll along.

                          Comment



                            For the weekend that's in it ...[img]smileys/biggrin.gif[/img]

                            By a lonely prison wall
                            I heard a young girl calling,
                            "Michael, they are taking you away.
                            For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
                            So the young might see the morn,
                            Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

                            Low lie the fields of Athenry
                            Where once we watched the small freebirds fly.
                            Our love was on the wing,
                            We had dreams and songs to sing
                            It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

                            By a lonely prison wall
                            I heard a young man calling
                            "Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
                            Against the famine and the crown,
                            I rebelled, they ran me down,
                            Now you must raise our children with dignity."

                            Low lie the fields of Athenry
                            Where once we watched the small freebirds fly.
                            Our love was on the wing,
                            We had dreams and songs to sing
                            It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

                            By a lonely harbour wall,
                            She watched the last star falling
                            As the prison ship sailed out across the sky
                            But she'll watch and hope and pray,
                            For her love in Botany Bay
                            It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.
                            It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.

                            Low lie the fields of Athenry
                            Where once we watched the small freebirds fly.
                            Our love was on the wing,
                            We had dreams and songs to sing
                            It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.


                            Tis but a scratch.

                            Comment


                              My, brother, knows, Karl Marx,
                              He met him eating mushrooms in the peoples park,
                              He said 'What do you think about my manifesto?'
                              'I like a manifesto, put it to the test-o.'

                              Took it straight down to meet the anarchist's party.
                              I met a groovy guy, he was arty farty,
                              He said 'I know a little latin man a cus man a kai'
                              I said 'I don't know what it means' he said 'neither do I'

                              Eat natural foods, bathe twice daily,
                              Fill your nostrils up with gravy.
                              Don't drink tea and don't drink coffee.
                              Cover your chin in yorkshire toffee.

                              Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumber,
                              Wait a minute, where's me jumper,
                              where's me jumper,
                              where's me jumper,
                              where's me jumper?

                              Dancing at the disco, bumper to bumber,
                              Wait a minute, where's me jumper ?
                              where's me jumper ?
                              where's me jumper ?
                              where's me jumper ?
                              where's me jumper ?
                              Oh no.
                              Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
                              Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no, oh no.
                              Dancing at the disco, go, go, go.
                              Dancing at the disco, oh no, oh no.
                              It's alright to say things can only get better,
                              You haven't lost your brand new sweater.
                              I know I had it on when I had my tea,
                              And I'm sure I had it on in the lavatory.
                              Oh no.
                              Dancing in the disco, go, go, go.
                              Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no.
                              Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumper,
                              Wait a minute, where's me jumper ?
                              where's me jumper ?
                              where's me jumper ?
                              where's me jumper ?
                              where's me jumper ?
                              It's alright to say things can only get better,
                              You haven't lost your brand new sweater.
                              Pure new wool, and perfect stitches,
                              Not the type of jumper that makes you itches
                              Oh no.
                              Dancing in the disco, go, go, go.
                              Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no.
                              And my mother, will be so, so angry.
                              And my brother, will be so, so angry.
                              And my girlfriend, will be so, so angry.
                              And my dog, will be so, so angry.
                              Cos I was dancing at the disco, bumper to bumper.
                              Wait a minute, where's me jumper
                              where's me jumper
                              where's me jumper
                              where's me jumper
                              where's me jumper
                              Oh no !

                              Comment


                                Allons enfants de la Patrie,
                                Le jour de gloire est arrivé !
                                Contre nous de la tyrannie,
                                L'étendard sanglant est levé !
                                L'étendard sanglant est levé !
                                Entendez-vous dans les campagnes
                                Mugir ces féroces soldats ?
                                Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras
                                Egorger nos fils et nos compagnes !
                                Arise children of the fatherland
                                The day of glory has arrived
                                Against us tyranny's
                                Bloody standard is raised
                                Bloody standard is raised
                                Can you hear in the fields
                                The howling of these fearsome soldiers?
                                They are coming into our midst
                                To cut the throats of our sons and consorts!

                                Aux armes, citoyens !
                                Formez vos bataillons !
                                Marchons ! marchons !
                                Qu'un sang impur
                                Abreuve nos sillons !
                                To arms, citizens,
                                Form in battalions,
                                March, march!
                                Let impure blood
                                Water our furrows!

                                Que veut cette horde d'esclaves,
                                De traîtres, de rois conjurés ?
                                Pour qui ces ignobles entraves,
                                Ces fers dès longtemps préparés ?
                                Ces fers dès longtemps préparés ?
                                Français, pour nous, ah! quel outrage !
                                Quels transports il doit exciter !
                                C'est nous qu'on ose méditer
                                De rendre à l'antique esclavage !
                                What do they want this horde of slaves
                                Of traitors and conspiratorial kings?
                                For whom these vile chains
                                These long-prepared irons?
                                These long-prepared irons?
                                Frenchmen, for us, ah! What outrage
                                What methods must be taken?
                                It is we they dare plan
                                To return to the old slavery!

                                Aux armes, citoyens !
                                Formez vos bataillons !
                                Marchons ! marchons !
                                Qu'un sang impur
                                Abreuve nos sillons !
                                To arms, citizens,
                                Form in battalions,
                                March, march!
                                Let impure blood
                                Water our furrows!

                                Quoi ! ces cohortes étrangères
                                Feraient la loi dans nos foyers !
                                Quoi ! ces phalanges mercenaires
                                Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers !
                                Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers !
                                Grand Dieu ! par des mains enchaînées
                                Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient !
                                De vils despotes deviendraient
                                Les maîtres de nos destinées !
                                What! These foreign cohorts
                                Would make laws in our homes!
                                What! These mercenary phalanxes
                                Would cut down our proud warriors
                                Would cut down our proud warriors
                                Good Lord! By chained hands
                                Our brow would yield under the yoke
                                Vile despots would have themselves be
                                The masters of our destinies!

                                Aux armes, citoyens !
                                Formez vos bataillons !
                                Marchons ! marchons !
                                Qu'un sang impur
                                Abreuve nos sillons !
                                To arms, citizens,
                                Form in battalions,
                                March, march!
                                Let impure blood
                                Water our furrows!

                                Tremblez, tyrans et vous perfides,
                                L'opprobre de tous les partis,
                                Tremblez ! vos projets parricides
                                Vont enfin recevoir leurs prix !
                                Vont enfin recevoir leurs prix !
                                Tout est soldat pour vous combattre,
                                S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros,
                                La terre en produit de nouveaux,
                                Contre vous tout prêts à se battre !
                                Tremble, tyrants and traitors
                                The shame of all good men
                                Tremble! Your parricidal schemes
                                Will finally receive their just reward
                                Will finally receive their just reward
                                Against you, everyone is a soldier,
                                If they fall, our young heroes,
                                France will bear new ones
                                Ready to join the fight against you!

                                Aux armes, citoyens !
                                Formez vos bataillons !
                                Marchons ! marchons !
                                Qu'un sang impur
                                Abreuve nos sillons !
                                To arms, citizens,
                                Form in battalions,
                                March, march!
                                Let impure blood
                                Water our furrows!

                                Français, en guerriers magnanimes,
                                Portez ou retenez vos coups !
                                Epargnez ces tristes victimes,
                                A regret s'armant contre nous.
                                A regret s'armant contre nous.
                                We'll engrave your name in gold, as we did in days of old.
                                Roll along lovely Axel, roll along.

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