Waterloo Revisited
WATERLOO REVISITED
Waterloo Day
(La Belle Alliance and defiance day)
The first time I refought
The bloody battle of Waterloo
Was perhaps on June 18th, 1991
When I was a wayward son
It was the summer of ’91 for sure
And I was far from pure
Thought Jesus Christ’s love for me
Would later be the cure
Playing the role of Marshall Ney
Gave me quite a maniacal,
Megalomaniacal thrill
But I shouldn’t have attacked
That Bloody hill.
I suffer from it still.
June 18th, 1815 was a great and terrible day.
Oh, the bloody price that was paid!!
I should write this story in red
because so many fine men bled and died
Mothers and orphans would cry and be sad
Because their husbands would die
And their dads would soon be dead
Many a fine chap went through hell
But what a wondrous tale!!
I hope it never grows stale.
Many a fine chap went through hell
But a bloody tyrant fell
And oh!! What a story!!
Despite the gore, there was glory
Celebrating Bastille day in July makes sense
But Napoleon Bonaparte’s efforts
To conquer the entire world were nonsense
In 1991, I would show some folly of my own
Though I hope and pray that in the end
Heaven shall be my home
On that evil summer day back then,
I divorced myself from the race of men.
“I divorce myself from thee!!”
I angrily exclaimed 3 times,
Then I allowed the surrounding spirits inside.
They journeyed up and down my spine.
They would inflate my pride.
I had thought they were good, but I misunderstood.
I assure you, I became like an Anti-Christ.
The only reason I was forgiven
and shall go on living
Is that I didn’t know
the wondrous, kind, sweet Loving Lord
Jesus Christ back then.
I am guided by the Good Shepherd now
but back then, my not yet might pen
did not serve men.
Back then, in 1991,
I was a wayward son
and a lost sheep.
That is why my madness ran so deep.
Frightened by the military draft
Which would have enslaved this headbanging transvestite,
I was over eager to fight!!
Just like Marshall Ney
on that fateful long ago day, I
lustfully entered the fray,
Sending my couriassers charging towards that hill
for the fateful bloody thrill.
“Killers” by Iron Maiden played
and my cavalry obeyed.
Then the instrumental from “Rush”’s “the tree’s
Leading up to its metallic crescendo.
The horsemen under my command didn’t even
Bring spikes to take out the British guns,
Thus, I knew the charge was hopeless,
But I was just having psychotic fun
At my pseudo soldiers expense.
I’ve been suffering ever since.
It was on magic mushrooms that I was tripping
and the blood was dripping red,
but I couldn’t have cared less.
I’m blessed now,
but I had to endure a fiery purgatory and how!!
I’ve written songs about the experience
to the tunes “Hotel California” and “Crazy Train”
About how I was driven insane from the experience,
but I assure you, it was all inspired by fear.
Perhaps the draft will reappear
And be used as a weapon by Donald Trump.
Perhaps instead, you should allow freedom lovers
and freedom insisters
the right to fight.
That way you don’t have to draft transvestites.
© June 18th, 2020 by Michael Cusick and Johnny Blade
Johnny Blade’s insane train
Written by Michael Cusick and Johnny Blade
(to the tune of “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Ozbourne)
Crazy,
But that’s how it goes
Sarge was my enemy
He and I were foes
Maybe,
It’s not too late
To fight the draft policies
Which led to my hate
I was crazy, loco
Barking at the moon
I sure hope the next draft
Doesn’t come too soon
Crazy,
I was quite insane!!
Too many spirits
Infecting my brain
The beast,
Should not be a mate
Waterloo was refought
On our first date
I was dressed up like a lady
Dancing in my own damned room
And sarge invaded when I was high on shrooms!!
I lived in terror and fear cause the draft sure loomed
I sure am tired of barking at the moon!!
“A Castle in California”
Written by Michael Cusick and Johnny Blade
(to the tune of “Hotel California” by The Eagles)
I was dressed like a lady
In a house in California
And I was tripping on shrooms
When sarge invaded my room
The draft was a fear
In my head in California
I wanted to fight the reds
But with a mane on my head
Yet, there was a glass ceiling,
The short- haired men did rule
And they said, “you could never serve us son,
You’re just a long- haired fool!!”
And in vietnam, Elias did serve
Till he was slain by Barnes
Likewise, I knew Sarge Hartmann
Would cause my spirits harm
That’s why I fled to the spirits
And married that monster in the night
Waterloo was then refought.
It was a nasty sight!!
Playing the role of Marshall Ney,
I led my horse troops in,
Had i believed in God then,
It would have been a mortal sin
One thing to remember
The next time you have a draft-
You can draft Gomer Pyle if you like,
BUT YOU’D BETTER NOT DRAFT MIKE!!!!