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We're just a stone's throw
From Burning Hellfire
Faramir looked out from his outpost in Ithilien, surveying the dark
void around Mordor and Mount Doom, the fiery chasm of death and
destruction; a burning hellfire.
Does anybody know,
Where did all the heroes go?
Where was Boromir when he was needed most? Dead, by some strangled act
of god or fate.
We've had our fill of
This gallery of scoundrels,
And his father was useless, bound eternally to his grief over his long
dead wife, and his insatiable lust for power.
The leaders of the world,
Those power hungry liars
Yes, that is all he ever was, power hungry, never truly caring for
either of his sons as a father should.
Rise up and sound the sirens,
Send out the searching powers,
All we need is a few good men
All Faramir wanted now was rest, and a few good men-all he needed.
Men who could give Gondor her glory. Just someone to save his country
and his home
Send the S.O.S. and red alerts
All across the universe
Calling your honest men?
S.O.S. emergency,
Sinking fast and getting worse.
Where's your honest men?
Oh, Boromir, how I need you now! Why must Father be so obstinate, to
not light the beacons, send a distress call to Rohan, at least. He
would have listened to you.
In some village, far away,
Or in a little town pub.
High on a mountain top
There must be an honest man
Calling all honest men
What Faramir would do to see the return of the king! Frodo had spoken
highly of him; Pippin had called him noble in the highest sense of the
word, and Gandalf. Gandalf had said nothing. Where was Isildur's heir?
Throw out the tyrants,
The aged fat cats
Outlived their usefulness
They have led us to this mess
Make them answer,
Hold them to their promises,
And throw them in the street
If they won't tell the truth
"Did you not swear to hold oath and office until the king should return?"
"And I say, I will not stand for this upstart from the north!" Father
had gotten them into this mess; but was he getting them out? No.
To your stations,
Man the ramparts,
The barricades
We need new heroes urgently
Faramir rode across the Pelennor, to certain death and nearly certain
doom for his city should he fail. And he would fail; he knew it in his
bones. But what else could he do? Watch his city be pounded to bits as
he commanded the men from behind his walls?
Call to him
He lives next door,
Across the street
On the upper floor.
The beacon flared into life on the mountain, and hope rekindled itself
in Aragorn's heart. "The Beacons! The Beacons of minas Tirith are lit! Gondor calls for aid."
It's our only hope we need him now
Send the S.O.S. and red alert,
All across the universe,
Calling all honest men
"How many men from the west fold?" "Two thousand, sirrah." "Six thousand spears.I had hoped for twice that number."
S.O.S. emergency,
Sinking fast and getting worse,
Where's your honest men
Strike a blow,
Save the ship,
We need a few good honest men
Éomer would have smiled as his spear hit home and brought the Mumakil
down, had the victory been less uncertain. One blow of many he would
take to save all he held dear.
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men
Calling all honest men
S.O.S. across the universe
Where's your honest
We need your honest
Calling all honest men
Well? What did you think? I am well aware that most of you have never even heard of the Electric Light Orchestra, they were popular in the sixties anyway. But tell me what you think of this.
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