The Green Fields of France

I've recently been working on something about WWI and these seemed appropriate

The Green Fields of France

Put your arms around someone

Just put your arms around someone
Never know whose waiting for a little love
It's not a waste of time
We got enough
So put your arms around someone
There's a whole lot of hurt going around
If you got a smile
Won't you pass it down
It's going to mean so much
So go on go on and put your arms around someone

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Jeannettte McCurdy
Lyrics from Put your arms around someone

Good things

come in all kinds of packages.

A uniform makes the man

Or much more likely, makes you want to make the man

This spread through the net with the note, "Me and my boyfriend at the Marine Corps Ball"

I must go down to the seas again

I have this thing about sailors. Perhaps because my family has a history of sea-faring. My grandfather, one uncle and a cousin were all master mariners; others in the family held various positions in the merchant marine. Even my father went to sea - once and only once - as a deck boy when he was 16. Then again, perhaps it's the uniform. Who knows.

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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

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John Masefield (1878 - 1967)
Sea Fever

Come a little bit closer

Come a little bit closer, you're my kind of man, so big and so strong.
Come a little bit closer, I'm all alone, and the night is so long.

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Tommy Boyce, Bobby Hart & Wes Farrell
Lyrics from Come a little bit closer

Gimme some of that ol' time . . .

Pic of the day

I just want to make love to you

And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

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Andrew Marvell (1621 - 1678)
To His Coy Mistress

Let's spend Sunday together

So, we’ll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outswears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
By the light of the moon.

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Lord George Gordon Byron (1788 - 1824)
So, we’ll go no more a roving