"Reveille" (US: /ˈrɛvəli/ REV-ə-lee; UK: /rəˈvæli/ rə-VAL-ee) is a bugle call, trumpet call or pipes call most often associated with the military; it is chiefly used to wake military personnel at sunrise. The name comes from réveille (or réveil), the French word for "wake up".
British Army Cavalry and Royal Horse Artillery regiments sound a call different from the infantry version shown below, known as "The Rouse" but often misnamed "Reveille", while the Scottish Regiments of the British Army sound a pipes call of the same name.
The tune used in the Commonwealth of Nations is different from the one used in the United States, but they are used in analogous ways: to ceremonially start the day.
In modern times, the U.S. military plays (or sounds) "Reveille" in the morning, generally near sunrise, though its exact time varies from base to base. On U.S. Army posts, the national flag is raised while "Reveille" is played; on board U.S. Navy, Marine Corps, and Coast Guard facilities, the flag is generally raised at 0800 (8 am) while "The Star Spangled Banner" or the bugle call "To the Colors" is played. On some U.S. military bases, "Reveille" is accompanied by a cannon shot. As "Reveille" is played (sounded), all U.S. Army personnel are required to come to attention and present a salute, either to the flag or in the direction of the music if the flag is not visible.
Reveille was a group within the British Conservative Party designed to pressure the party into a policy of imperialism and social reform.
The origins of the group lay in the frustration of some Conservatives with what they perceived as the Party's negative defence of the status quo under the leadership of Arthur Balfour in response to the Liberal government's People's Budget. On 30 August 1910 the Conservative MP Henry Page Croft published an article in The Morning Post headed “Reveille”. He said that a "sleeping sickness" had permeated the ranks of the party, that the prospect of a Canadian trade agreement with America was dangerous for British trade and industry and that what was needed was Imperial Preference.
Soon afterwards, fellow Conservatives asked Croft to organise a campaign throughout the country. Consequently, a considerable fund was raised and Conservative Associations in the major cities organised mass meetings for Reveille members. Soon there were 100 peers and MPs in the Reveille and there was a dinner held at Princes restaurant, Piccadilly, where Croft and Lord Willoughby de Broke spoke. Present were Acland Hood, the Conservative Chief Whip, and Percival Hughes, the Conservative Chief Agent. Willoughby de Broke outlined Reveille's programme:
Reveille was a popular British weekly tabloid newspaper during the Second World War and the post-war years.
Launched on 25 May 1940, it was originally the official newspaper of the Ex-Services' Allied Association. It was bought by the Mirror Group in 1947, after which it was printed and published by IPC Newspapers Ltd.
In the 1950s it increased its light-entertainment pages and would often run features on the Royalty.
During the 1960s and 1970s it became known as Reveille Magazine and would publish large double-page pop posters and also feature tasteful glamour models.
Author Rosemary Timperley wrote a great many articles for Reveille under her own name and pseudonyms.
In March 1973 it was renamed New Reveille, the title being reverted to Reveille in March 1975. By the end of 1975 Reveille had shrunk from its previous 40 page size and had dropped the short story feature, becoming more concerned with television, movies, and celebrities.
Its last issue appeared on 17 August 1979 and in September 1979 it merged with Tit-Bits magazine.
You used to be someone I could trust
But all of that didn't last to long
I don't know what I can believe anymore
God, where the hell did we go wrong?
Your silence shatters my sense of hope
How could this happen? what did I miss?
My whole world's falling down around me
God, how could desert me at a time like this?
I'm not perfect, nobody's perfect
But what the fuck was I supposed to do?
I'm washing my hands, I'm cleansing my soul
Now all I had will die with you
So bury the good and let that shit rot
Cause if your only question's what's in it for me
Well then you might as well gouge out your own fucking eyes
For there are none so blind as those who will not see
Flesh for food and blood for wine
Because some scars don't heal with time
Because my scars won't heal with time
And all my love was left behind
Flesh for foond and blood for wine