The Soldiering Life-The Decemberists

[ti:The Soldiering Life] [ar:The Decemberists] [al:Her Majesty] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Soldiering Life - The Decemberists [00:01.65]Ambling madly all over the town [00:05.21]The call to arms you liken to a whisper [00:09.72] [00:10.90]I liken to a radio [00:13.96] [00:16.83]You were a brickbat a bowery tuff so rough [00:22.46]They culled you from a cartoon [00:24.90] [00:26.27]Pulled out of your pantaloons [00:29.64] [00:30.77]But you [00:33.96]My brother in arms [00:36.60] [00:37.79]I'd rather I'd lose my limbs [00:41.11]Than let you come to harm [00:43.60] [00:45.23]But you [00:47.17] [00:48.60]My bombazine doll [00:51.23] [00:52.42]The bullets may singe your skin [00:55.73]And the mortars may fall [00:58.66] [01:00.33]But I [01:01.95] [01:03.27]I never felt so much life [01:06.51] [01:07.45]Than tonight [01:09.07] [01:10.45]Huddled in the trenches [01:13.01] [01:14.33]Gazing on the battle field [01:17.26]Our rifles blaze away; [01:20.26] [01:21.26]We blaze away [01:24.34] [01:30.15]Corporal Bradley of regiment five [01:33.52]In proud array standing by the bathing [01:38.22] [01:39.10]Soldiers and the stevedores [01:42.31] [01:44.82]We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep [01:48.31]Our eyes aligned swaddled in our civies [01:52.57] [01:53.88]Cradled in our dungarees [01:57.44] [01:58.38]But you [01:59.75] [02:01.13]My brother in arms [02:03.31] [02:05.06]I'd rather I'd lose my limbs [02:08.25]Than let you come to harm [02:10.62] [02:12.69]But you [02:14.25] [02:15.57]My bombazine doll [02:18.96] [02:19.65]The bullets may singe your skin [02:22.78]And the mortars may fall [02:25.77] [02:26.90]But I [02:28.97] [02:30.34]I never felt so much life [02:33.53] [02:34.27]Than tonight [02:36.08] [02:37.15]Huddled in the trenches [02:39.71] [02:41.21]Gazing on the battle field [02:44.09]Our rifles blaze away; [02:47.21] [02:47.90]We blaze away [02:51.06] [02:55.30]We blaze away [02:57.93] [03:01.80]We blaze away [03:04.81] [03:09.81]-End-