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Coming to the pub - January 28th, 2011 - 10:30pm

44 LOVE
Winston-Salem, NC

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Dubbed "mountain rock 'n' roll", 44 Love is a sextet combining influences of folk, rock, country, & blues. The band's use of relentless hooks, heady lyrics, tight rhythm, full on guitar rock, improvisation, witty songwriting, and eclectic covers provide an experience that goes beyond the music they play.

44 Love writes and performs songs taken from life...the good times, the bad times, and everything in between. Their songs are often constructed on the familiar themes of love, loss, and yearning. But far from sounding commonplace, 44 Love is able to weave in a slightly sardonic Southern sense of the quirky and unexpected that draws you in and never looks back.

44 Love has shared bills with:
Southern Bitch
Two Cow Garage
Jason Isbell
Stephen Simmons
Ned Van Go
Les Honky More Tonkies
Wink Keziah & Delux Motel
American Aquarium
Doug Davis & The Solid Citizens
The Beaumont Brothers
The Delta Drift
Jerry Chapman
Tim Lee Three
Girls, Guns, & Glory

TONIGHT JANUARY 7TH
Bryan Shaw/80's Unplugged
10pm
Members - $3.00
Guests - $5.00
Must be at least 21 years old

From the colonist, who rebelled,
to the soldier of today,
My thanks, be to you,
I know not what else to say.

Since the words I do not have,
to give the tribute that is due,
So a simple heartfelt thanks,
sincerely I give to you.

Thanks to our American heroes,
whose devotion is second to none,
Whose courage and braveness alone
caused many battles to be won.

We have beaten the forces of evil
and carried our flag far and wide,
Because of our American Warriors,
our hearts are filled with pride,

Only because of you and the price
you willingly did pay,
Only because of you,
Old Glory still flies today!

Don't envy a man his medals
All those ribbons on his chest
He did not try to get them
They're not there at his request

They were earned in stinking hell holes
Where no man would like to go
Or in cold and wintry places
Where there's only ice and snow

He did not know he earned them
Till they were awarded at parade
And they were bright when he first got them
But in time the colors fade

He was told he had to wear them
And to wear them all with pride
But when the memories come to haunt him
Those same medals make him hide

Cause those medals will not bring back
All those guys he left behind
And he would trade them all forever
For a little peace of mind

So don't envy a man his medals
You don't want to take his place
Thinking back to long gone battles
And meeting dead friends face to face

Some wounds of war
Are never seen
They're buried deep within

No open wound
No Purple Heart
No blemish on the skin

But these are wounds
That leave a scar
Upon our very soul

They tear our hearts
Cause misery
And take a heavy toll

Our bloodless wounds
Cause us to ask
Oh, God, what was it for

We go through life
Not knowing why
We have these Wounds of War

He is a cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.

He is the bar room loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, Whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.

She or he is the nurse who fought against futility who went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.

He is the POW who went away one person and came back another, or didn't come back at all.

He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat, but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no account rednecks and gang members into Marines and teaching them to watch each other's back.

He is the parade riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.

He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.

He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb of the Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deeps.

He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket, palsied now and aggravatingly slow, who helped to liberate a Nazi death camp, and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.

He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being. A person who offered some of his life's most vital years in service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.

He is a Soldier and a Savior and a Sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest Nation ever known.

So remember, each time you see someone who has served our Country, just lean over and say "Thank You."

That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.

Two little words that mean a lot.

Author Unknown

I wear no uniforms, no blues or army greens.
But I am in the military in the ranks that are rarely seen.

I have no rank upon my shoulders.
Salutes I do no give,
but the military world is the place where I live.

I am not in the chain of command. Orders I do not get,
but my husband does, this I cannot forget.

I am not the one who fires the weapon,
who puts my life on the line,
but my job is just as tough. I am the one that is left behind.

My husband is a patriot, a brave and pride filled man.
And the call to serve his country not all understands.

Behind the lines I see the things needed to keep this country free.
My husband makes the sacrifice, but so do our kids and me.

I love the man I married. Soldiering is his life,
but I stand among the silent ranks known as the military wife.....

Author Unknown

God our Father,
Help me to remain true to my ideals
during my service to my country.
Help me be what is in America,
the land of the free.
May I realize that I represent
what our country stands for.
My uniform is a symbol of duty and valor
both in peace and in war.
I take up arms to defend what all Americans hold dear:
life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Grant me the strength to live according to these ideals,
the courage of my convictions, and the resolve to endure whatever dangers threaten.
With you at our side I fear no evil
and resist every enemy,
secure in the knowledge
that you hold me in the palm of your hand.
Amen.

Author Unknown