Another "What's the Song?" from Dibble
Discussion
OK, here's my latest music query.
Who was the artist (and what was the proper title) of the song that was in the charts sometime in the mid 80's (probably 85-86) about the ghost of a US Marine in Vietnam?
I think it started simething like:
"I was a PFC on a search patrol
Hunting Charlie Down.
It was in the jungle wars of 65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck
Way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy creeping in close outside...
Any ideas, PHers?
Who was the artist (and what was the proper title) of the song that was in the charts sometime in the mid 80's (probably 85-86) about the ghost of a US Marine in Vietnam?
I think it started simething like:
"I was a PFC on a search patrol
Hunting Charlie Down.
It was in the jungle wars of 65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck
Way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy creeping in close outside...
Any ideas, PHers?
Stan Ridgeway - Camouflage
Great song!
I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twing snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big marine, a giant with a pair of friendly eyes
Appeared there at my shoulder and said "Wait!"
When he came in close beside me he said "Don't worry, son, I'm here"
"If Charlie wants to tangle now they'll have two to dodge"
I said "Well, thanks alot", I told him my name and asked him his
And he said "The boys just call me Camouflage"
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, I was awfully glad to see this big marine
Well, I was gonna ask him where he came from
When we heard the bullets fly
Comin' through the brush and all around our ears
And then I saw that big marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange, but suddenly I forgot my fears
We fought all night and side by side, we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'cause they seemed to go right through him just as if he wasn't there
And in the mornin' we both took a chance and ran
And it was here the river bank when the ambush came on top of us
And I'd thought it was the end and we were had
Then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin' through a bush
And that big marine, he just swat it with his hands
Just like it was a fly!
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully strange marine
And I knew there was something weird about him
'cause when I turned around he was pullin' a big palm tree
right up out of the ground
and swattin' those charlies with it from here to kingdome come)
When he led me out of danger, I saw my camp and waved goodbye
but he just winked at me from the jungle and then was gone
And when I got back to my HQ I told 'em about my night
And the battle I'd spent with a big marine named Camouflage
When I said his name a soldier gulped and the medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right
He said "You may be tellin' true boy, but this here is Camouflage"
"And he's been right here since he passed away last night"
"In fact he's been here all week long"
"But before he went he said 'semper fi' and said his only wish"
"Was to save a young marine caught in a barrage"
"So here, take his dog tag son, I know, he'd want you to have it now"
And we both said a prayer for a big marine named Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully strange marine
So, next time, you're in a jungle fight
And you feel a presence near
Or hear a voice that in your mind will lodge
Just be thankful that you're not alone
And you've got some company from a big marine
The boys call Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully big marine
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully big marine
Whoa Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage...
>> Edited by z4monster on Tuesday 21st June 23:08
Great song!
I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twing snap and I grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big marine, a giant with a pair of friendly eyes
Appeared there at my shoulder and said "Wait!"
When he came in close beside me he said "Don't worry, son, I'm here"
"If Charlie wants to tangle now they'll have two to dodge"
I said "Well, thanks alot", I told him my name and asked him his
And he said "The boys just call me Camouflage"
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, I was awfully glad to see this big marine
Well, I was gonna ask him where he came from
When we heard the bullets fly
Comin' through the brush and all around our ears
And then I saw that big marine light a fire in his eye
And it was strange, but suddenly I forgot my fears
We fought all night and side by side, we took our battle stance
And I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'cause they seemed to go right through him just as if he wasn't there
And in the mornin' we both took a chance and ran
And it was here the river bank when the ambush came on top of us
And I'd thought it was the end and we were had
Then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin' through a bush
And that big marine, he just swat it with his hands
Just like it was a fly!
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully strange marine
And I knew there was something weird about him
'cause when I turned around he was pullin' a big palm tree
right up out of the ground
and swattin' those charlies with it from here to kingdome come)
When he led me out of danger, I saw my camp and waved goodbye
but he just winked at me from the jungle and then was gone
And when I got back to my HQ I told 'em about my night
And the battle I'd spent with a big marine named Camouflage
When I said his name a soldier gulped and the medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right
He said "You may be tellin' true boy, but this here is Camouflage"
"And he's been right here since he passed away last night"
"In fact he's been here all week long"
"But before he went he said 'semper fi' and said his only wish"
"Was to save a young marine caught in a barrage"
"So here, take his dog tag son, I know, he'd want you to have it now"
And we both said a prayer for a big marine named Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully strange marine
So, next time, you're in a jungle fight
And you feel a presence near
Or hear a voice that in your mind will lodge
Just be thankful that you're not alone
And you've got some company from a big marine
The boys call Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully big marine
Whoa Camouflage, things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage, this was an awfully big marine
Whoa Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage...
>> Edited by z4monster on Tuesday 21st June 23:08
Oh oh oh oh camoflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Oh oh oh oh camoflage
He was an awfully big marine
No idea who it was by!
Edit: Dammit too slow. Only on PH could you get an answer so quickly to such a random question at 11pm
>> Edited by thunderstruck on Tuesday 21st June 23:09
Things are never quite the way they seem
Oh oh oh oh camoflage
He was an awfully big marine
No idea who it was by!
Edit: Dammit too slow. Only on PH could you get an answer so quickly to such a random question at 11pm
>> Edited by thunderstruck on Tuesday 21st June 23:09
!!!
Another great song about the Vietman war is Billy Joel's "Goodnight Saigon":
We met as soul mates on Parris Island
We left as inmates from an asylum
And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives
We came in spastic like tameless horses
We left in plastic as numbered corpses
And we learned fast to travel light
Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight
We had no home front, we had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep and shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ with all our might
We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
And it was dark, so dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Remember Charlie, remember Baker
They left their childhood on every acre
And who was wrong? And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day in the palm of our hand
They ruled the night, and the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks...
...On Parris Island
We held the coastline, they held the highlands
And they were sharp, as sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
We met as soul mates on Parris Island
We left as inmates from an asylum
And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives
We came in spastic like tameless horses
We left in plastic as numbered corpses
And we learned fast to travel light
Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight
We had no home front, we had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep and shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ with all our might
We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
And it was dark, so dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
Remember Charlie, remember Baker
They left their childhood on every acre
And who was wrong? And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day in the palm of our hand
They ruled the night, and the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks...
...On Parris Island
We held the coastline, they held the highlands
And they were sharp, as sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together
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