A multiple rocket launcher (MRL) is a type of unguided rocket artillery system. Like other rocket artillery, multiple rocket launchers are less accurate and have a much lower (sustained) rate of fire than batteries of traditional artillery guns. However, they have the capability of simultaneously dropping many hundreds of kilograms of explosive, with devastating effect.
The Korean Hwacha is an example of an early weapon system with a resemblance to the modern-day multiple rocket launcher. The first modern multiple rocket launcher was the German Nebelwerfer of the 1930s, a small towed artillery piece. Only later in World War II did the Allies deploy similar weapons in the form of the Land Mattress.
The first self-propelled multiple rocket launchers — and arguably the most famous — were the Soviet BM-13 Katyushas, first used during World War II and exported to Soviet allies afterwards. They were simple systems in which a rack of launch rails was mounted on the back of a truck. This set the template for modern multiple rocket launchers. The Americans mounted tubular launchers atop M4 Sherman tanks to create the T34 Calliope rocket launching tank, only used in small numbers, as their closest equivalent to the Katyusha.
The strange young man who comes to me
A soldier on a three day spree
Who needs one night's cheap ecstasy
And a woman's arms to hide him
He greets me with a courtly bow
And hides his pain by acting proud
He drinks too much and he laughs too loud
How can I deny him?
Let us dance beneath the moon
I'll sing to you, "Claire de Lune'
The morning always comes too soon
But tonight the war is over
He speaks to me in schoolboy French
Of a soldier's life inside a trench
Of the look of death and the ghastly stench
I do my best to please him
He puts two roses in a vase
Two roses sadly out of place
Like the gallant smile on his haggard face
Playfully I tease him
Hold me neath the Paris skies
Let's not talk of how or why
Tomorrow's soon enough to die
But tonight the war is over
We make love too hard too fast
He falls asleep his face a mask
He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask
I put my arms around him
They die in the trenches and they die in the air
In Belguim and France the dead are everywhere
They die so so fast there's no time to prepare
A decent grave to surround them
Old world glory old world fame
The old worlds gone gone up in flames
Nothing will ever be the same
And nothing lasts forever
Oh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how
And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now
But there's always another with the same funny bow
And who am I to deny them
Lux aeterna, Luce-at e-is
Domine cum sanctic tu-is in aeternum
Qui-a pius es
Requiem aeternaum dona e-is Domine
Qui-a pius es
Tonight the war is over
Requiem aeternaum dona e-is Domine
Qui-a pius es
Et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum sancris tu-is in
Aeternum qui-api-us es
PART 1
-He collapsed into fists, and his fingers burned.
-He spent shadows growing tall and thin.
-He had hardly lived, was only just a man, when he was
consumed.
-He might have smoked a briar pipe, might have worn a
monocle, but instead he ATE.
-He never dreamt of teeth, never dreamt of molars,
growing where they should not be.
-He crafted knots using miles of throat.
-He screamed with chipped enamel, blistered airways
flecked and sprayed with digestive juice.
-He fingertips, he broken lips…
PART 2
Whoa-oh-oh and so forth.
PART 3
-He wasted memory, his smallclothes eaten…
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Un servo tempu fa rinta 'na chiazza,
Pregava Cristu in cruce e ci ricia:
"Cristu, lu me patrune mi strapazza,
Mi tratta comu un cane pi la via,
Si pigghia tuttu cu la so' manazza,
Mancu la vita mia rici ch'è mia...
Distruggila, Gesù, sta Malarazza!
Distruggila, Gesù, fallo pi mmia! Sì... fallo pi mmia!"
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Ricordati che ogni persona ha una sua dignità,
Sogni, emozioni che la vita ci dà.
C'è chi ancora per il potere ha venduto l'Anima,
Questo può distruggere ogni briciola di verità.
C'è chi dice "Non mi va, non mi va, non mi va,
Se c'è chi domina, sgomina, insulta la mia umanità!
Guerra chiama guerra! Lutto per la mia identità!
Nonostante troppe troppe siano le difficoltà!
Stato di calamità, suddito di società,
Schedato dalla realtà, schierato in cattività
Contro la meschinità, pronto anche a tutto (si sa),
Non credo all'immunità di chi sta sopra a guardare
E alla mia gente che da menzogne e tranquillità
Solo per chi sta al di là di questo bel varietà!
Presidente Marajà, oggi di servilità
Ma che vedi tutto spero non nell'al di là!
Cristo me rispunne dalla croci:
"Forse si so spezzate li to vrazza?
Cu vole la giustizia si la fazza!
Nisciun'ormai 'cchiù la farà pi ttia!
Si tu si 'n'uomo e nun si testa pazza,
Ascolta bene sta sintenzia mia,
Ca iu 'nchiudatu in cruce nun saria
S'avissi fattu ciò ca ricu a ttia...
Ca iu 'nchiudatu in cruce nun saria!"
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
"Se 'nna stu munnu c'è la Malarazza,
Cu voli la giustizia si la fazza!
Se 'nna stu munnu c'è la Malarazza,
Cu voli la giustizia si la fazza!"
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
Tu ti lamenti, ma che ti lamenti? Pigghia nu bastune e tira fora li denti...
I'm at Lala's eatin' on a chicken salad
Looking all the pretty girls walk by
First I say then they say hi
Then I get their numbers cause I'm also fly
Do or die? Die or do
Wassup little mama, can I nickname you BuBu?
Let's post in the... sipping on some...
Banging that lu merse, put your friends in the back
And let's take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Where the cars' go boom and the whose say hmmm
You're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool, you're cool
We're on Melrose, we're on Melrose,
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
We're on Melrose, we're on Melrose
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
We're on Melrose, I'm the Melrose man
I wanna give you my...
We're on Melrose
Yo Terrace, she only spoke a bit of English
She was Persian over... and I couldn't distinguish
Smoking on a cigarette new port between her lips
She had hips like a mannequin, I need to take a trip
Put the tip of my tongue to the center of your soul
Let your lip for my mouth and swallow it whole
I got a Melrose fetish, a slut I'm so pathetic
All this unprotected sex, I won't live to regret it
On Melrose, we're on Melrose
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
We're on Melrose, we're on Melrose
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
Take a ride down Melrose Boulevard
You got your hair all done and your make up for match
You got them apple bottom jeans picking right from the back
I could see your panties girls, you got them from the gap
I wanna get you home so I could see all your tats
She's got roses and crosses, them tribal with meanie
Thank God for the artist I like what I'm seeing
Agreement, let's go now, your lipstick is so wow