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steelwhip2001
03 January 2010 @ 07:53 am
Dawson's Christian

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3fIu2OdWn8

Jayme Dawson was the Captain of the Christian and her crew,
And he flew and fought the Christian in the War of '82.
Now the Christian was the tightest ship 'tween here and Charlemagne,
And the crew of Jayme Dawson was the same.

On patrol in sector seven, keeping watch on Barber's Sun,
They were jumped by three heavy cruisers though they wern't a match for one.
As they came to general quarters and they sent out the alarm,
Dawson's crew was sure they'd finally bought the farm.

Now they say that Jamie Dawson was no man to cut and run
And when he fought he had the fury of a sun
They say he made a bargan with some power of the night
That he sold his soul to win his final fight

No one living saw that battle though the fleet was quick to leave.
When they reached the site they found a scene no sane man could believe.
Dead in space lay three heavy cruisers, cut to ribbons all around,
But no sign of Dawson's Christian could be found.

There are stories of the Dutchman, the Celeste and Barnham's Pride,
There are stories of the Horseman and the Lady at his side,
But the tale that chills my spirit, more because I know it's true,
Is the tale of Jayme Dawson and his crew,
Yes, the tale of Dawson's Christian and her crew.

I was second mate on Hera's Dream, a freighter of the line.
We were shipping precious metals to the colony on Nine.
It was on the second watch of that most uneventful flight,
When the pirate ships appeared out of the night.

Now to me there was no question, for they had us four to one,
And you can't fight dirty pirates when your freighter has no gun.
So we stood by to be boarded by a party yet unseen,
When another ship appeared upon our screen.

First we thought it just a pirate, but the vector was all wrong.
Then we thought the Fleet had found us, but the signal wasn't strong.
When she didn't answer hailing, we all felt an unknown dread,
For we saw her shields were up and glowing red.

Now the courage of that single ship is shown by very few,
But we never knew a ship could fly the way the stranger flew.
Never fearing guns or numbers, like a tiger to its meat,
The stranger then attacked the pirate fleet.

And the strangers beams burned brighter than all beams I'd seen before.
And the strangers shields were harder than the heart of any whore.
As the battle rent the eather, while we watched and shook our heads,
The pirate ships were cut to bloody shreds.
The pirate ships were cut to bloody shreds.

Just as quickly as it started then the fighting was all done.
For the pirate fleet was shattered and the stranger's ship had won.
She matched V and layed beside us, and we watched her full of awe
Then she dropped her shields and this is what we saw.

There were thirty holes clear through her and a gash along one side,
And we knew that when it happened, every soul on boad had died.
Then She rolled to show her markings, and we read them and we knew,
'Twas the tomb of Jayme Dawson and his crew.

Now instead of flying off, the stranger then began to fade,
First the hull, and then the bulkheads as we cowered there afraid,
For as the Christian disappeared, the last to slip from view,
Were the bones of Jayme Dawson and his crew.
Yes, the bones of Jayme Dawson and his crew.

There are stories of the Dutchman, the Celeste and Barnham's Pride,
There are stories of the Horseman and the Lady at his side,
But the tale that chills my spirit, and I swear to God it's true,
Is the tale of Jayme Dawson and his crew,
Yes, the tale of Dawson's Christian and her crew.
 
 
steelwhip2001
03 January 2010 @ 07:36 am
Heather Alexander - March of Cambreadth
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCrnF844_ww&feature=related

Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!
 
 
steelwhip2001
18 December 2009 @ 05:29 pm
Lock all the doors, and kill the lights.
No one's coming home tonight.
The sun beats down and don't you know?
All our lives are growing cold, oh...
They bring news that must get through.
To build a dream for me and you, oh.

Locked in a place where no one goes.

They ask no quarter
They have no quarter.

oh, hey, oh

Lock the door, kill the light
No one's coming home tonight

It's getting colder (7x)
Locked in a place where no one goes.

Lock the door, kill the light
No one's coming home tonight

They bring news that must get through.
Dying peace in me and you

oh

Locked in a place where no one goes.

We have no quarter
We have no quarter
We ask no quarter
 
 
steelwhip2001
15 September 2009 @ 01:29 am
I am 40 years old

and yet in the shadow of my father I feel as if I will always be 12 years old.
 
 
steelwhip2001
20 September 2008 @ 07:27 pm
SO I finnally broke down and picked up an XBOX 360

~glee~

Only got one game for it so far...but the RockBand 2 Kit comes out for it next month

~glee~

Steelwhip2001 on XBOX Live

I also hit the Puyallup Fair last Monday with my dad. It was a pretty good time. Only one point that was a bit of disapointment that I saw...my dad and I went in to one of the Horse and Wagon shows and to start the show off they had a wagon come around with an American flag. My dad and I and one other guy were the only ones who stood up and gave the flag the respect when it passed in review. And there were over 200 people watching the show. Not real suprising here in this city...but still...bit disapointing.

Getting a promotion at work next week as well...more money is always good.

Started playing Warhammer Age of Reckoning. No rabid GW fanboys so far so Im happy about that.

now all I need to do is get me some little fuck toy and life will be good again;)
 
 
 
steelwhip2001
20 September 2008 @ 07:26 pm
GREGALOGUE: SARAH THE DOG WHISTLE
Just when you think things couldn't get any uglier, along comes Sandra Bernhard, who's ugly in her sleep.

Following the lead of Chevy Chase, Lindsey Lohan, and something called Margaret Cho, Sandra has attacked Sarah Palin - warning that if the governor were to come to New York, she'd be raped by "big black brothers."

Yep, that's not racist...at all (Paging Al Sharpton).

But what you're really seeing, once again, is the amazing effect Palin has on the fragile minds of the C-list celebrity. It's as though Palin's success is a dog whistle that only unhappy has-beens like Sandra can hear. And it unhinges them completely. It would be funny if the responses were funny. But they're not. They're just vicious.

So where, again, does this hatred come from? A lot of it, simply, is envy. Perhaps Sandra realizes, sadly, that if we were to poll a group of rapists, they'd prefer Palin over her. But then again, they'd probably prefer a donkey, a blowfish, or maybe even a small discarded sponge dipped in lye. It's why she only does one-woman shows. No one else can stand to be near her.

Of course, Sandra's words are just another example of the rich intolerance only the tolerant left can muster. For more of it, check out how reporters are handling Palin's hacked emails. The media thinks the real story is about her use of a private email account - as opposed to her actual privacy being invaded. This cowardly garbage, mind you, comes from the same folks who decry Bush's imaginary infringements on our own personal liberties.

But here's the real hypocrisy: all of these media whores have private email accounts separate from work - which helps them jump from job to job. I mean, do you actually think the wussy bloggers who exposed Palin's emails don't have a private account that they use to apply for entry level jobs at Vanity Fair? Private email is as common at work as stealing Post-it notes.

Finally, if Obama's email had been hacked instead, and something embarrassing had been found, imagine the media hellfire that would have been unleashed. Heads would roll and Republicans would be gang-raped.

I don't know... maybe all this hate is what Obama needs to get elected. And if it works, Sandra... then Palin won't be vice-president.

But you'll still be ugly.
 
 
steelwhip2001
05 September 2008 @ 08:57 pm
There are times I hate living in this city.

It gets very trying and wearing when I and my political ideaology are deamonized and made to be 'evil' by the majority of the people who live in this part of the coutnry.

Maybe its time to look at a move. They have an opening here at work in Colorado. Alsaka wouldnt be to hard to get to either. This is something Im gonna start looking at here real soon I think. Maybe a change in local is what I need.

Yeah....this requires more investigation.....
 
 
steelwhip2001
09 July 2008 @ 06:15 pm
So I have to wonder

what is it about me that makes it so hard for people to want to keep in touch with me. I look back on my time at SBC, and I thought I was a well liked and appreciated person. An abundance of friends and lovers. And yet in the 5+ years since my departure from the scene virtually noone has bothered to keep in contact with me or have tried to reach out to me. A couple have. Bj has passed a couple messages back and forth between a mutual friend. I ran into Jeff at the Merc one night. Corry I see once ever 8 or 12 months at the Matrix.

but other than that there has been dead silence from my previous friends. Ive made the efforts to reach out. To several people, but from the couple of people that did respond, I got the impression that they had no intrest in communicating with me.

I guess it shouldnt suprise me though. In my time up at SBC I only had one person make the effort to come to visit me at my place (much love Henry). Oh sure a couple of them came to visit me in my 2 hospital trips, but I think if it were not for my conveselance, then I doubt they would have bothered.

~sigh~

Guess the best way for me to think of it was how Chaos put it the last time we chatted-'It didnt mean anything' and just leave it at that. But I have to wonder-do any of them still think of me or wonder what became of me?
 
 
steelwhip2001
29 June 2008 @ 02:36 pm
Dire Straits - The Man's Too Strong Lyrics

I'm just and ageing drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I've called the tune
To many a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I'm fading away
Father please hear my confession

I have legalised robbery
Called it a belief
I have run with the money
And hid like a theif
I have re-written history
With my armies and my crooks
Invented memories
I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong

Well I have tried to be meek
And I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman
And sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls
That have made me alone
Striven for peace
Which I have never known
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong

Well the sun rose on the courtyard
And they all did hear him say
'You always were a Judas
But I got you anyway
You may have got your silver
But I swear upon my life
Your sister gave me diamonds
And I gave them to your wife'
Oh father please help me
For I have done wrong
The man's too big
The man's too strong
 
 
steelwhip2001
29 June 2008 @ 12:21 am
So...anyone know how to change your handle on LJ?