🎵The only way to win the war- (Official Lyric Video from Brady Kent) 😢💔🎶 

'The only way to win the war' is a song about the 3800 Kimakase pilots that died, fighting a last ditch war for the nation of Japan. They managed to sink 50 ships and kill 5000 enemy seamen.

'Shameful, or heroic' sums up the debate that still rages. There are now less ten kimakase pilots still alive, all in their 90's.

This song is a reflection of the rituals and beliefs around followng a ''divine Emperor' into battle. Most of the men were only 21 years of age.

Do you think it was shameful, or heroic ?

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The only way to win the war

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Makin' sand castles and mud pies
I looked into my mama's lovin' eyes
She took me to the nearby lake, Oh
The quaint memories we make

Those days are now long gone,
They're just memory's on the wall.
I hear the sound of bygone songs
From when I was a child and small

On a hill, near that same lake,
Is where I had my first heartbreak
Thought she'd be my soulmate
In my heart I still feel the ache

My mamma cried, "Don't worry, child.
She would've been bad for you
She turned my tears into a smile
God's got a great plan for you

Fast forward to a different time
I met a girl of a different kind.
A sweeter girl, I could never find
We were in love, but love is blind

We worked hard, she and I
Soon developed family ties
Raised our kids, she and I
When suddenly, she up and died

On a hill, near a different lake
I vowed not to make, the same mistakes
Lookin' for a new soul mate
In my heart, I still feel the ache

Fast forward to more recent times
Met a girl who was decent n kind
A sweeter girl, I could never find
We fell in love, n somethin' came to mind

I recalled when
My mamma cried, "Don't worry, child
God's got a great plan for you
My tears turned into a smile
God's got a great plan for you

A Great Plan for You

Burnin' down the house
Turn it up loud, burn it down
Burn it down, burn it down
Turn it up loud, burn it down

Burnin' up, burnin' up the dance floor
Can't get enough, comin' back for more
Burnin' up, burnin' up the dance floor
Can't get enough, comin' back for more

Burn it up, now
Turn it up, louder
Blow it up, now
Like gun powder
Can't get enough
Turn it up louder
Blow it up, now
Like gun powder

Bass line kickin’, makin' it rain
Burnin' up the kitchen, makin' it flame
Clock is tickin', breakin' the chain
Cameras clickin' and takin' names

Burnin' up, burnin' up the dance floor
Can't get enough, comin' back for more
Burnin' up, burnin' up the dance floor
Can't get enough, comin' back for more

Burn it up, now
Turn it up, louder
Blow it up, now
Like gun powder
Can't get enough
Turn it up louder
Blow it up, now
Like gun powder

Turn it up, burnin' ever higher
Turn it up, now you're on fire
Burn it up, burnin' ever brighter
Turn it up, turn it up higher

Turn it up, turn it up louder
Can you feel, can you feel the power?
Turn it up, turn it up louder
Blow it up now, like gun powder

Burnin' up, burnin' up the dance floor
Can't get enough, comin' back for more
Burnin' up, burnin' up the dance floor
Can't get enough, comin' back for more

Burn it up, now
Turn it up, louder
Blow it up, now
Like gun powder
Can't get enough
Turn it up louder
Explode on the floor
Like gun powder

Burn it up, turn it up louder
Can you feel
Can you feel the power?
Can't get enough
Turn it up louder
Explode on the floor
Like gun powder! 

Like Gun Powder

You're my anchor when my ship comes into port
You're my banker, so I don't come up short
When we travel, you pack up all my bags
I'd unravel, if you ever were to pass

Ya keep me from worry, so I don't have to fret
When I'm in a hurry, You're my map and GPS
Keep me in the black, so I don't kite checks
Keep me on track, otherwise, I'd be a wreck

I don't know what I'd do, if I didn't have you
I'd be a mess, that's the Gospel truth
Because of you, I'm a happy man
If not for you, I'd be hat in hand

You make sure I'm fed, you're amazing in bed
Sometimes I think, you're crazy in the head
Favorite color is red, bake the best cornbread
If you were dead, who'd give me my meds?

I don't know what I'd do, if I didn't have you
I'd be a mess, that's the Gospel truth
Because of you, I'm a happy man
If not for you, I'd be hat in hand

You make sure I'm fed, you're amazing in bed
Sometimes I think, you're crazy in the head
Favorite color is red, bake the best cornbread
If you were dead, who'd give me my meds?

I'd be a mess, that's the Gospel truth
I don't know what I'd do, if I didn't have you
Because of you, I'm a happy man
If not for you, I'd be hat in hand

Because of you, I'm a happy man
If not for you, I'd be hat in hand
Because of you, I'm a happy man
If not for you, I'd be hat in hand

Hat in Hand(1)

Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz is a genre-bending songwriter with over 300 original songs under his belt — a true craftsman of lyric and melody. From his debut track “Those Hap Happy Days” in 2005, a nostalgic tribute to the golden era of the ’50s and ’60s, Stan has built a musical legacy rooted in meaning, melody, and message.

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