Thursday, March 8, 2007

Gettin F#ckin Blown Up Man!

http://www.4th25.com/

The lyrics from Iraq speak volumes about the reality of what war is. I am posting the lyrics from 4th25 based in Iraq and their main title track, "Live from Iraq."

In case you don't know what I am talking about I'll quote from their site...

Before LIVE FROM IRAQ, there was only the dream of making music. All we had was a COMPAQ computer with a SOUND BLASTER AUDIGY card, a $100 mic, and a burnt copy of ACID PRO. Every Friday, a bunch of us would pile into my barracks room, drink, write, and record whatever it was that came to mind. It was one of these Friday nights that SGT. ALVIN GREEN, in response to probably the hottest cut we ever dropped back then said, "this is the 4th quarter right here... the game's about to be over... This joint is they 2 minute warning". Little did we know what those words "4th Quarter" would inspire.

It was our deployment that truely defined the term 4th Quarter. No more was it just the words Alvin Green spoke one Friday night... It was the mentality we embraced. The 4th Quarter in the game of our lives. This is where we had to play thru our injuries both mental and physical, because losing was not an option. There were no timeouts or instant replays... no penalties or flags on the play... and no home field advantage. This was whether or not we ever stepped foot on the field to play again, and the most humbling moment of our lives. There, there is no such thing as overtime, or a tie. You either win or you lose. And, we were down 1, faced with a decision to which there was only one answer. Go for two. Because, anything less was to have given up without ever having tried to win. And winning there was the difference between life and death.That same mentality inspires our music. 4th25 music. Consider this your 2 minute warning!!!- 4th25


I have been jammin these guys for almost a year, since they got the CD out! It's powerful and it's amazing what these guys did to relieve the pain - it seethes with the pain of war. I've never heard anything like it and below you'll find the underserved lyrics from which the passion emanates. Find a copy and play the hell out of it. It makes your heart hurt when you realize these guys' lives are being wasted....


LIVE FROM IRAQ ~ 4TH25


Every days like a gamble here
This is no joke
This is live from Iraq
Where were prayin’ we make it home

True gutter for you fuckers
Think its gutter where you from
Here its life by the second
This is everything wrong
This is not your beef on the block
No its not that simple
Here its more than gunfire
They shootin rockets and missiles
This is up armor kits
And bulletproof windows
We sleep with body armor blankets
And Kevlar pillows
In a country
Where when anybody’s talking they lyin
And wherever there is a soldier
There is shrapnel flyin
59 of us April 4th
8 of us dyin
This is your thug turnt punk
This is grown men crying
This is bombs in the street
Blowin up when I drive buy em’
Or its rpg?s launched at me
This is nothing problems
The true definition of goin hard
No games
This is hundreds of bodies
In the streets when we bang
Cause this is live from Iraq
Home of too many soldiers graves
Where for our country
We gamble with our lives everyday
And there are no blue skies here
Every color's gray
This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
And every convoy that rides out
Constantly getting sprayed
But we don't fold hands
The cards we are dealt get played
This is...
Nights wit no supper man
Home ain’t promised man
Long journeys qualified
Hell from a promise land
Dreams feel real but not as real
As tomorrow man
Wish life was like contra
Than life then I could borrow man
No instant replays
No highlights any days
When balls get dropped
You cant challenge the play
This is the wrath of equipment
No refs to stop the clippin
This no timeouts cause father time
Is still ticken, this is yeah
Future in the air
Pain sculpted in stone
Families sheddin tears
Cause they sons aint comin home
This is more than a gamble
And I'll give you the truth
Plenty of lives lost
Over a scandal
Turning more than a cheek
Warm hearts turn cold
Higher people in command
Planning wit no type of goals
This is your own exposed
Media cast and the scoop
Covered over the answers
Cause you cant handle the truth
Cause this is live from Iraq
Home of too many soldiers graves
Where for our country
We gamble with our lives everyday
And there are no blue skies here
Every color's gray
This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
And every convoy that rides out Constantly getting sprayed
But we don't fold hands
The cards we are dealt get played
For some this is the answer
To a whole lot of issues
Sure its politics back home
Here its bullets thru our tissue
This is trying to draw contact
Hopin' they miss you
This is one mortar round from
Bein over; no continues
This is nothing yall been thru
Yall aint seen shit
And this is not whats on the news
What really happens aint printed
This is your one mistake
Bein everbody elses business
Whether they see their family
Or its funeral home visits
This is 150 degrees
3 months out of the fiscal
250 G's when that I.E.D hits you
This is 60 miles an hour through ambush zones
This is dead animals with explosive devices on em'
This is the home of direct fire
Where everybody's a target
When you find out some people ain’t hard
They just talk shit
Definitely nothing pretty
This is no picnic
This is trying to hold fire
Without burnin your fingers
Cause this is live from Iraq
Home of too many soldiers graves
Where for our country
We gamble with our lives everyday
And there are no blue skies here
Every colors gray
This is the blood of soldiers of which the streets are now paved
And there is no reimbursement for the price that we pay
While yall home sleep were here constantly getting weighed
And every convoy that rides out
Constantly getting sprayed
But we don't fold hands
The cards we are dealt get played

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Billy Ray Cyrus sang a song a few years ago called: "Some gave all"!

We need to honor these guys. They are appreciated more than you and I will ever know. Please give us a link to a web site they have. If they have one, if they don't, then they should!
I tip my hat to them all!

The main stream media is spinning this gaggle in the wrong direction. Thats why we should support them all the way. And honor them when they return!
Thank you soldiers for EVERYTHING you have done!

RBM said...

Came from TOD.

I really am very saddened by this story. I'm am happy that these warriors are trying to maintain their sanity in an insane world.

I am also a regular reader of Pat Lang ( google him, he's first). The military is a tool of government and I believe it is being abused tremendously. There seems implicit understanding of this view in the lyrics you provided.

Makes it all the more insane and sad to me in spite of the spirit these warriors obviously have.

Anonymous said...

4th25 really lets you know what going on listen to behind the scenes its exactly how it was over there i just got back and would never and will never fight for my country again they fuck the soldiers..............Orphan25 out.

Zen Shaman said...

usn hcm 2 79-82. i was lucky to come home. we live, we serve, we die. ooorah jarheads. thanks for the post bro. for most out there, its difficult to know and understand the heartache and loss, for those who make war. so much more, but so little words.

Tim said...

This is cool!