HANAJI - Maria†Holic Opening

(Source: slakothh)

somethingverycool:

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain’t gonna jump no more.

Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain’t gonna jump no more.

“Is everybody happy?” cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, “Yes”, and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they’d find.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a ‘chute had failed.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was “Splat,” his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, “A helluva way to die.”
He lay there rolling ‘round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the ‘chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more.

“Blood Upon the Risers” is an American paratrooper song from World War II. It is sung by the United States 82nd Airborne Division, the United States 101st Airborne Division, the 173rd Airborne Brigade and 4th Brigade Combat Team (Airborne) of the 25th Infantry Division, and the 120th CTS (United States). This song has been featured on the television miniseries Band of Brothers and the video game Brothers in Arms, and also mentioned in Donald Burgett’s book, Currahee!: A Screaming Eagle at Normandy. Sung to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”, the song tells of the final jump of a paratrooper whose parachute does not work. This results in him falling to his death.

Members of the United States military who attend the United States Army Airborne School at Fort Benning, Georgia are sometimes required to memorize the lyrics as part of their training. [X]

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wewasyoung:

If You Wanna | The Vaccines

That’s what all the friends I do not like as much as you say

rustycorridors:

The Antlers - Wake

galasai:

Flume feat. Moon Holiday - Insane

wildlifemetaphors:

Cecelia and her Selfhood - Villagers

holliecrap:

Alcohol is Free.

I liked it so I bought it.

(Source: abadabadon)

aplaceforlovelynoise:

Two-Headed Boy, Pt. 2 - Neutral Milk Hotel.

Daddy, please hear this song that I sing,
in your heart there’s a spark that just screams
for a lover to bring
a child to your chest
that could lay as you sleep,
and love all you have left
like your boy used to be, long ago,
wrapped in sheets warm and wet.

Blister, please, with those wings in your spine,
love to be with a brother of mine,
how he’d love to find your tongue in his teeth
in a struggle to find
secret songs that you keep
wrapped in boxes so tight,
sounding only at night as you sleep.

And in my dreams you’re alive and you’re crying,
as your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet,
rings of flowers round your eyes
and I’ll love you for the rest of your life (when you’re ready)

Brother see we are one and the same,
and you left with your head filled with flames
and you watched as your brains
fell out through your teeth,
push the pieces in place
make your smile sweet to see,
don’t you take this away
I’m still wanting my face on your cheek.

And when we break
we’ll wait for our miracle,
God is a place where some holy spectacle lies.
And when we break
we’ll wait for our miracle,
God is a place you will wait for the rest of your life.

Two-headed boy,
she is all you could need,
she will feed you tomatoes
and radio wire,
and retire to sheets safe and clean,
but don’t hate her when she gets up to leave.