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I hope that our musical heros speak out more about the current state of US warmongering. Here's some of my recent favorite videos -

Kris Kristofferson - "In The News"

Rickie Lee Jones with Squirrel Nut Zippers - "Have You Had Enough?"

Ian Rhett - "(Didn't Know I Was) Unamerican"

Other musical musing on the flip:

Marilyn Manson on The O'Reily Factor: Two polar visions in a one show.

Frank Zappa predicts the coming of a Facist Theocracy

DJ Ted Stevens Techno Remix: "A Series of Tubes"

Have any other good links? updates:

unknown - "You're an asshole"

DJ Danger Mouse: "Bush Boys"

Public Enemy & Memo Salazar: "Son of a Bush"

Originally posted to Jimmy Crackcorn on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:06 AM PDT.

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  •  Ben Harper - Gather Round the Stone (2+ / 0-)

    Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone

    You’re too young to know
    That you’re too young to go
    There’s no freedom to be found
    Lying face up on the ground

    Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone

    Ashes from an unfinished life
    Are all that’s left
    In a teardrop shaped locket
    Hanging from his mother’s chest

    Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone

    You whip the back of freedom
    ‘Til it bleeds an oil stream
    Then you settle down upon it
    Your killing machine

    Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone

    Old men who send children
    Off to die in vain
    They will hear death’s constant whisper
    (Karl)Or remember my name

    Hey, hey, hey gather ‘round the stone
    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone
    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone
    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone
    Hey, hey, hey gather 'round the stone

    Get the to iTunes and DL a powerful tune.

    Democrats want to defend America & all Republicans want is war. No Shit Sherlock

    by k9disc on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 09:58:26 AM PDT

  •  My Fav (16+ / 0-)

    By the Buffalo Springfield
    For What It's Worth

    There's something happening here
    What it is ain't exactly clear
    There's a man with a gun over there
    Telling me I got to beware
    I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down

    There's battle lines being drawn
    Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
    Young people speaking their minds
    Getting so much resistance from behind
    I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down

    What a field-day for the heat
    A thousand people in the street
    Singing songs and carrying signs
    Mostly say, hooray for our side
    It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down

    Paranoia strikes deep
    Into your life it will creep
    It starts when you're always afraid
    You step out of line, the man come and take you away
    We better stop, hey, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down

    Stop, hey, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down
    Stop, now, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down
    Stop, children, what's that sound
    Everybody look what's going down

  •  Marvin Gaye. (8+ / 0-)

    What's Goin on?

    "I was Rambo in the disco. I was shootin' to the beat. When they burned me in effigy. My vacation was complete." Neil Young. Mideast Vacation.

    by Mike S on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:02:11 AM PDT

    •  lyrics (3+ / 0-)

      Marvin Gaye - What's Going On Lyrics
      (Al Cleveland/Marvin Gaye/Renaldo Benson)

      Mother, mother
      There's too many of you crying
      Brother, brother, brother
      There's far too many of you dying
      You know we've got to find a way
      To bring some lovin' here today - Ya

      Father, father
      We don't need to escalate
      You see, war is not the answer
      For only love can conquer hate
      You know we've got to find a way
      To bring some lovin' here today

      Picket lines and picket signs
      Don't punish me with brutality
      Talk to me, so you can see
      Oh, what's going on
      What's going on
      Ya, what's going on
      Ah, what's going on

      In the mean time
      Right on, baby
      Right on
      Right on

      Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong
      Oh, but who are they to judge us
      Simply because our hair is long
      Oh, you know we've got to find a way
      To bring some understanding here today
      Oh

      Picket lines and picket signs
      Don't punish me with brutality
      Talk to me
      So you can see
      What's going on
      Ya, what's going on
      Tell me what's going on
      I'll tell you what's going on - Uh
      Right on baby
      Right on baby

      "I was Rambo in the disco. I was shootin' to the beat. When they burned me in effigy. My vacation was complete." Neil Young. Mideast Vacation.

      by Mike S on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:12:40 AM PDT

      [ Parent ]

      •  Marvin Gaye--Mercy Me (Ecology Song) (4+ / 0-)

        Oh, oh, mercy, mercy me
        Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no, no
        Where did all the blue skies go?
        Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east

        Oh, mercy, mercy me
        Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no, no
        Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas fish full of mercury

        Oh, oh, mercy, mercy me
        Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no, no
        Radiation underground and in the sky
        Animals and birds who live near by are dying

        Oh, mercy, mercy me
        Oh, things ain't what they used to be
        What about this overcrowded land?
        How much more abuse from man can she stand?

        Hoo - oh no - oh my my my

        (M. Gaye) 1971

        We are called to speak for the weak, for the voiceless, for victims of our nation and for those it calls enemy....--ML King, "Beyond Vietnam"

        by Gooserock on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:25:14 AM PDT

        [ Parent ]

      •  Marvin Gaye - The World Is Rated X Lyrics (0+ / 0-)

        Oh the world's situation should be rated X, oh rated X
        Said the world's situation should be rated X, yeah rated X
        Listen people, let only in the movie show
        Take a look outside, I swear the truth is really told
        It's life in living color; fighting, killing, drug-dealing, it's
        everywhere
        What about the crime? Rated X
        What about the killing, fighting, stealing everywhere?
        They let the children see life destroyed
        But they won't let them see its making
        What happened to God's creations?
        The one thing that really bothers me the most
        Is how we come, how we take the lives of the fold
        The world today is in a grave situation
        Dirty water we can't drink, dirty air, it's so unfair

        Na na na... Oh I know something's missing all over the world
        Ooo, rated X (several times over sax solo)
        Oh I know something's missing all over the world

        The world's situation should be rated X, rated X
        The world's situation should be rated X, rated X
        What about the crime? Rated X
        What about the killing, fighting, stealing everywhere?
        They let the children see life destroyed
        But they won't let them see its making
        What happened to God's creations?
        Where're the wars, where's the peace?
        Where's the joy, where's the woe for us all?
        Love is kneelin', rated X
        Hate is overweight, rated X

        "If at first you don't succeed, keep on sucking 'til you suck seed."--Curly Howard

        by JackAshe on Sun Aug 27, 2006 at 05:09:53 PM PDT

        [ Parent ]

  •  Joni Mitchell (6+ / 0-)

    "Big Yellow Taxi"

    They paved paradise
    And put up a parking lot
    With a pink hotel, a boutique
    and a swinging hot spot
    Don't it always seem to go
    That you don't know what you've got
    Till it's gone
    They paved paradise
    And put up a parking lot

    They took all the trees
    And put them in a tree museum
    And they charged all the people
    A dollar and a half to see 'em
    Don't it always seem to go
    That you don't know what you've got
    Till it's gone
    They paved paradise
    And they put up a parking lot

    Hey farmer farmer
    Put away that D.D.T. now
    Give me spots on my apples
    But leave me the birds and the bees
    Please!
    Dont it always seem to go
    That you don't know what you've got
    Till it's gone
    They paved paradise
    And put up a parking lot

    Late last night
    I heard the screen door slam
    And a big yellow taxi
    Took away my old man
    Don't it always seem to go
    That you don't know what you've got
    Till it's gone
    They paved paradise
    And put up a parking lot

    Iraq was not about 9/11. And bin Laden is still free.

    by Naturegal on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:04:45 AM PDT

    •  For the environmentalists...Chernobyl (1+ / 0-)
      Recommended by:
      Naturegal
      Farewell to Pripchat
      Lyrics by Tim Donnehy as sung by John McDermott

      It was a friday in April 1986,
      The day that nightmare begun,
      When the dust it fell down on our buildings and streets,
      And entered our buildings at noon,
      Touched the grass and trees, bicycyles, cars
      Beds, books and picture frames too,
      We stood around helpless, confused,
      Nobody knew what to do.

      At two oclock on sunday the buses arrived,
      A fleet of a thousand or more,
      We were ordered to be on our way,
      Not knowing what lay in store ,
      Some of our citizens fled in dismay,
      And looked for a good place to hide,
      When four oclock came and the last bus pulled out,
      Twas the day that our lively town died.

      (chorus)
      And the shirts, sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind,
      On the window ledge the withering plants,
      And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door,
      And the bikes in its usual stance.
      Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped,
      Theyve poisoned our fertile land,
      The streets speak a deafening silence,
      Nothing stirs but the sand.

      A visit back home is so eerie today,
      A modern pompei in view,
      To see all the old shops ond the forest hotel,
      And the promyet cinema too.
      The momentos we gathered all left behind,
      Our photos and letters and cards,
      The toys of our children untouchable now,
      Toy soldiers left standing on guard.

      So fare thee well pripchat, my home and my soul,
      Your sorrow can know no relief.
      A terrifying glimpse of the future you show,
      Your children all scattered like geese,
      The clothes lines still sways but the owners long gone.
      As the nomadic era returns,
      The questions in black and white blurred into grey,
      The answer is too easy to learn.

      (chorus)


      All the problems we face in the United States today can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian. Pat Paulsen

      by SallyCat on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 12:11:15 PM PDT

      [ Parent ]

  •  All Truly Great!!! (2+ / 0-)

    Classics that ring just as true today, unfortunately...also, 'Blowin' in the Wind', by Dylan.  

    Of the current crop, Pink comes in w/my fave, followed by Neil Young and the Dixie Chix!!!

  •  Mine... (8+ / 0-)

    Feel Like I'm Fixing To Die Rag (Next Stop Vietnam)
    Country Joe & the Fish

    Come on all of you big strong men
    Uncle Sam needs your help again
    he's got himself in a terrible jam
    way down yonder in Viet Nam so
    put down your books and pick up a gun we're
    gonna have a whole lotta fun

    (CHORUS)
    And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for
    don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam
    And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
    ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die

    Come on generals, let's move fast
    your big chance has come at last
    now you can go out and get those reds
    cos the only good commie is the one that's dead and
    you know that peace can only be won when we've
    blown 'em all to kingdom come

    Come on wall street don't be slow
    why man this war is a go-go
    there's plenty good money to be made by
    supplying the army with the tools of its trade
    let's hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
    they drop it on the Viet Cong

    Come on mothers throughout the land
    pack your boys off to Viet Nam
    come on fathers don't hesitate
    send your sons off before it's too late
    and you can be the first ones on your block
    to have your boy come home in a box

  •  Rage Against the Machine's (2+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    SallyCat, Ellicatt

    Take the Power Back.

    Thanks for posting a link to the Manson interview with O'Reilly.  I don't watch O'Reilly, but a friend taped it for me because she new I'd enjoy watching Manson go head to head with him.  That was great . . . thanks again!

    "Ancoro Imparo." ("I am still learning.") - Michelangelo, Age 87

    by Dreaming of Better Days on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:07:25 AM PDT

  •  Dylan's 'Masters of War' (9+ / 0-)

    Come you masters of war
    You that build all the guns
    You that build the death planes
    You that build the big bombs
    You that hide behind walls
    You that hide behind desks
    I just want you to know
    I can see through your masks

    You that never done nothin'
    But build to destroy
    You play with my world
    Like it's your little toy
    You put a gun in my hand
    And you hide from my eyes
    And you turn and run farther
    When the fast bullets fly

    Like Judas of old
    You lie and deceive
    A world war can be won
    You want me to believe
    But I see through your eyes
    And I see through your brain
    Like I see through the water
    That runs down my drain

    You fasten the triggers
    For the others to fire
    Then you set back and watch
    When the death count gets higher
    You hide in your mansion
    As young people's blood
    Flows out of their bodies
    And is buried in the mud

    You've thrown the worst fear
    That can ever be hurled
    Fear to bring children
    Into the world
    For threatening my baby
    Unborn and unnamed
    You ain't worth the blood
    That runs in your veins

    How much do I know
    To talk out of turn
    You might say that I'm young
    You might say I'm unlearned
    But there's one thing I know
    Though I'm younger than you
    Even Jesus would never
    Forgive what you do

    Let me ask you one question
    Is your money that good
    Will it buy you forgiveness
    Do you think that it could
    I think you will find
    When your death takes its toll
    All the money you made
    Will never buy back your soul

    And I hope that you die
    And your death'll come soon
    I will follow your casket
    In the pale afternoon
    And I'll watch while you're lowered
    Down to your deathbed
    And I'll stand o'er your grave
    'Til I'm sure that you're dead

    "Overcome anger by love, evil by good, the greedy by generosity, and the liar by truth." - Buddha

    by madame defarge on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:08:26 AM PDT

  •  RATM (2+ / 0-)

    has the best. their whole first album is good.

    Bulls on Parade is awesome too

    "He lives most life whoever breathes most air." Elizabeth Barrett Browning

    "Reduce carbon emissions. Now." - SeattleChris

    by SeattleChris on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:08:34 AM PDT

  •  Steve Earle - Jerusalem (2+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    SallyCat, AllanTBG

    I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good
    And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood
    And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way
    And there was nothin' anyone could do or say

    And I almost listened to him
    Yeah, I almost lost my mind
    Then I regained my senses again
    And looked into my heart to find

    That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham
    Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem

    Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool
    But I don't remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school
    But somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again
    But I still find some comfort now and then

    Then the storm comes rumblin' in
    And I can't lay me down
    And the drums are drummin' again
    And I can't stand the sound

    But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb
    Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem

    And there'll be no barricades then
    There'll be no wire or walls
    And we can wash all this blood from our hands
    And all this hatred from our souls

    And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham
    Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem

    .............
    It's what I'm listening to right now.... Joan Baez also did a wonderful cover of it (and Christmas in Washington) on her Bowery Songs album.

    America will never again be the land of the free... Until she again becomes the home of the brave.

    by Ducktape on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:09:15 AM PDT

  •  Dylan -- Meta Protest (3+ / 0-)

    "Blowin' in the Wind" applies to just about any era or conflict:

    "How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry?"

    "How many deaths will it take till he knows too many people have died?"

    There is nothing wrong with America that cannot be cured with what is right with America. -- Bill Clinton

    by ThirstyGator on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:11:02 AM PDT

    •  Blowin' in the Wind (2+ / 0-)

      My choice as well.

    •  Dylan (3+ / 0-)
      Recommended by:
      SarahLee, SallyCat, FrankieB

      How many roads must a man walk down
      Before they call him a man?
      How many seas must the white dove sail
      Before she sleeps in the sand?
      How many times must the cannon balls fly
      Before they're forever banned?
      The answer my friend
      Is blowin' in the wind
      The answer is blowin' in the wind

      How many times can a man look up
      Before he sees the sky?
      How many ears must one man have
      Before he can hear people cry?
      How many deaths will it take till he knows
      That too many people have died?
      The answer my friend
      Is blowin' in the wind
      The answer is blowin' in the wind

      How many years can a mountain exist
      Before it is washed to the sea?
      How many years can some people exist
      Before they're allowed to be free?
      How many times can a man turn his head
      And pretend that he just doesn't see?
      The answer my friend
      Is blowin' in the wind
      The answer is blowin' in the wind

      this message is intended to inform. any annoyance, abuse, threat, or harassment is solely in the perception of the reader, not the intention of the poster.

      by horsewithnoname on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 11:39:13 AM PDT

      [ Parent ]

  •  2 from Neil Young (5+ / 0-)

    "Ohio" really defined the anti-Nixon protest in a larger way, and "Let's Impeach the President" is modern era brilliance.

  •  Nina Simone: Mississippi Goddamn! (4+ / 0-)

    As an Iraqi-American academic born and raised in New Orleans, this voter is not pleased.

    by naltikriti on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:12:46 AM PDT

  •  A lot by Phil Ochs (3+ / 0-)

    The two that come to mind first are "I Ain't Marching Anymore" and "Love Me I'm a Liberal". (Hmm, the Jello Biafra and Mojo Nixon version of "Love Me I'm a Liberal" is also great, from their Prairie Home Invasion.)

    Here's "Love Me I'm a Liberal," the original version:

    I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
    Tears ran down my spine
    I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
    As though I'd lost a father of mine
    But Malcolm X got what was coming
    He got what he asked for this time
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    I go to civil rights rallies
    And I put down the old D.A.R.
    I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
    I hope every coloured boy becomes a star
    But don't talk about revolution
    That's going a little bit too far
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
    My faith in the system restored
    I'm glad the commies were thrown out
    of the AFL-CIO board
    I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
    as long as they don't move next door
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    The people of old Mississippi
    Should all hang their heads in shame
    I can't understand how their minds work
    What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
    But if you ask me to bus my children
    I hope the cops take down your name
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    I read New Republic and Nation
    I've learned to take every view
    You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
    I feel like I'm almost a Jew
    But when it comes to times like Korea
    There's no one more red, white and blue
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    I vote for the Democratic Party.
    They want the U.N. to be strong
    I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
    He sure gets me singing those songs
    I'll send all the money you ask for
    But don't ask me to come on along
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    Once I was young and impulsive
    I wore every conceivable pin
    Even went to the socialist meetings
    Learned all the old union hymns
    But I've grown older and wiser
    And that's why I'm turning you in
    So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

    •  I Ain't Marching Anymore (4+ / 0-)

      Here's Ochs' "I Ain't Marching Anymore":

      Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans
      At the end of the early British war
      The young land started growin'
      The young blood started flowin'
      But I ain't a-marchin' anymore

      But I've killed my share of Injuns
      In a thousand different fights
      I was there at the Little Big Horn
      I saw many men lyin'
      I saw many more dyin'
      But I ain't a-marchin' anymore

      CHORUS
      It's always the old to lead us to the war
      Always the young to fall
      Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
      Tell me, is it worth it all

      For I stole California from the Mexican land
      Fought in the bloody Civil War
      Yes I even killed my brothers
      And so many others
      But I ain't a-marchin' anymore

      For I marched to the battles of the German trench
      In a war that was bound to end all wars
      Oh, I must have killed a million men
      And now they want me back again
      But I ain't a-marchin' anymore

      CHORUS

      For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
      Set off the mighty mushroom roar
      When I saw the cities burnin'
      I knew that I was learnin'
      That I ain't a-marchin' anymore

      Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants
      United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore
      Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason"
      Call it "Love" or call it "Reason"
      But I ain't a-marchin' any more.

      No, I ain't a-marchin' any more

  •  SUNSHINE (4+ / 0-)

    SUNSHINE (Go Away Today)
                  by Jonathan Edwards

    Sunshine go away today
    I don't feel much like dancin'
    Some man's gone, he's tried to run my life
    Don't know what he's askin'

    He tells me I'd better get in line
    Can't hear what he's sayin'
    When I grow up I'm going to make it mine
    But these aren't dues I been payin'

             Chorus:
                 How much does it cost, I'll buy it
                 The time is all we've lost, I'll try it
                 But he can't even run his own life
                 I'll be damned if he'll run mine, Sunshine

    Sunshine go away today
    I don't feel much like dancin'
    Some man's gone he's tried to run my life
    Don't know what he's askin'

    Working starts to make me wonder where
    The fruits of what I do are goin'
    He says in love and war all is fair
    But he's got cards he ain't showin'

             Chorus:

    Sunshine come on back another day
    I promise you I'll be singin'
    This old world, she's gonna turn around
    Brand new bells'll be ringin'

    "We are upping our standards ... so up yours." (Pat Paulsen for President, 1988)

    by PBen on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:14:12 AM PDT

  •  Sleater-Kinney (4+ / 0-)
    Combat Rock:

    They tell us there are only two sides to be on
    If you are on our side you’re right if not you’re wrong
    But are we innocent, paragons of good?
    Is our guilt erased by the pain that we’ve endured?

    Hey look it's time to pledge allegiance
    Oh god I love my dirty Uncle Sam
    Our country's marching to the beat now
    And we must learn to step in time

    Where is the questioning where is the protest song?
    Since when is skepticism un-American?
    Dissent’s not treason but they talk like it’s the same
    Those who disagree are afraid to show their face

    Let's break out our old machines now
    It sure is good to see them run again
    Oh gentlemen start your engines
    And we know where we get the oil from

    Are you feeling alright now
    Paint myself all red white blue
    Are you singing let's fight now
    Innocent people die, uh oh
    There are reasons to unite
    Is this why we unite?
    If you hate this time
    Remember we are the time!

    Show you love your country go out and spend some cash
    Red white blue hot pants doing it for Uncle Sam
    Flex our muscles show them we’re stronger than the rest
    Raise your hands up baby are you sure that we’re the best?
    We'll come out with our fists raised
    The good old boys are back on top again
    And if we let them lead us blindly
    The past becomes the future once again

    Read James Loewen's "Sundown Towns"!

    by ChicagoDem on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:14:38 AM PDT

  •  Fortunate Son...CCR (7+ / 0-)

    Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
    ooh, they're red, white and blue.
    And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
    oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

    It ain't me, it ain't me,
    I ain't no senator's son,
    It ain't me, it ain't me,
    I ain't no fortunate one, no,

    Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
    Lord, don't they help themselves? oh.
    But when the taxman come to the door,
    Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,

    It ain't me, it ain't me,
    I ain't no millionaire's son, no, no.
    It ain't me, it ain't me,
    I ain't no fortunate one, no.

    Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
    ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
    And when you ask them, how much should we give,
    oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,

    It ain't me, it ain't me,
    I ain't no military son, SON, NO
    It ain't me, it ain't me,
    I ain't no fortunate one, NO NO

    It ain't me, it ain't me,
    I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
    It ain't me, it ain't me,
    I ain't no fortunate son, son son son

    The definitive for me...

    All the problems we face in the United States today can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian. Pat Paulsen

    by SallyCat on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:16:45 AM PDT

  •  from The Whos' Tommy: (2+ / 0-)

    We're Not Gonna Take It

    Tommy: Welcome to the Camp,
    I guess you all know why we're here.
    My name is Tommy
    And I became aware this year

    If you want to follow me,
    You've got to play pinball.
    And put in your earplugs
    Put on your eyeshades
    You know where to put the caulk

    Hey you getting drunk, so sorry!
    I've got you sussed.
    Hey you smoking Mother Nature!
    This is a bust!
    Hey hung up old Mr. Normal,
    Don't try to gain my trust!
    'Cause you ain't gonna follow me any of those ways
    Although you think you must

    Guests:
    We're not gonna take it
    We're not gonna take it
    We're not gonna take it
    We're not gonna take it

    We're not gonna take it
    Never did and never will
    We're not gonna take it
    Gonna break it, gonna shake it,
    let's forget it better still

    Tommy: Now you can't hear me,
    your ears are truly sealed.
    You can't speak either,
    your mouth is filled.
    You can't see nothing,
    and pinball completes the scene.
    Here comes Uncle Ernie to guide you to
    Your very own machine.

    Guests:
    We're not gonna take it
    We're not gonna take it
    We're not gonna take it
    We're not gonna take it

    We're not gonna take it
    Never did and never will
    Don't want no religion
    And as far as we can tell
    We ain't gonna take you
    Never did and never will
    We're not gonna take you
    We forsake you
    Gonna rape you
    Let's forget you better still.

    Tommy:
    See me.
    Feel me.
    Touch me.
    Heal me.

    Listening to you,
    I get the music.
    Gazing at you,
    I get the heat.
    Following you,
    I climb the mountains.
    I get excitement at your feet.

    Right behind you,
    I see the millions.
    On you,
    I see the glory.
    From you,
    I get opinions.
    From you,
    I get the story.

    "If at first you don't succeed, keep on sucking 'til you suck seed."--Curly Howard

    by JackAshe on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:16:49 AM PDT

  •  Stevie Wonder (2+ / 0-)

    We are amazed but not amused
    By all the things you say that you'll do
    Though much concerned but not involved
    With decisions that are made by you

    But we are sick and tired of hearing your song
    Telling how you are gonna change right from wrong
    'Cause if you really want to hear our views
    "You haven't done nothing"!

    It's not too cool to be ridiculed
    But you brought this upon yourself
    The world is tired of pacifiers
    We want the truth and nothing else

    And we are sick and tired of hearing your song
    Telling how you are gonna change right from wrong
    'Cause if you really want to hear our views
    "You haven't done nothing"!

    Jackson 5 join along with me say
    Doo doo wop - hey hey hey
    Doo doo wop - wow wow wow
    Doo doo wop - co co co
    Doo doo wop - naw naw naw
    Doo doo wop - bum bum bum
    Doo doo wop

    We would not care to wake up to the nightmare
    That's becoming real life
    But when mislead who knows a person's mind
    Can turn as cold as ice un hum

    Why do you keep on making us hear your song
    Telling us how you are changing right from wrong
    'Cause if you really want to hear our views
    "You haven't done nothing"!
    Yeah

    Jackson 5 sing along again say
    Doo doo wop
    Doo doo wop - oh
    Doo doo wop - co co co
    Doo doo wop - sing it baby
    Doo doo wop - bum bum bum
    Doo doo wop - um
    Sing it loud for your people say
    Doo doo wop - um um um

    Doo doo wop - stand up be counted, say
    Doo doo wop - co co co
    Doo doo wop - ow
    Doo doo wop - bum bum bum
    Doo doo wop - ah hum

    "cut it out, kestrel!! you're killing my buzz, man." - PhillyGal (-8.50/-7.13)

    by kestrel9000 on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:18:18 AM PDT

  •  Give me some truth- John Lennon (4+ / 0-)

    I’m sick and tired of hearing things
    From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth
    I’ve had enough of reading things
    By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth

    No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
    Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
    With just a pocketful of hope
    Money for dope
    Money for rope

    No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
    Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
    With just a pocketful of soap
    Money for dope
    Money for rope

    I’m sick to death of seeing things
    From tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth now

    I’ve had enough of watching scenes
    Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
    All I want is the truth now
    Just gimme some truth

    No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
    Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
    With just a pocketful of soap
    It’s money for dope
    Money for rope

    Ah, I’m sick and tired of hearing things
    From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
    All I want is the truth now
    Just gimme some truth now

    I’ve had enough of reading things
    By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
    All I want is the truth now
    Just gimme some truth now

    All I want is the truth now
    Just gimme some truth now
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth
    All I want is the truth
    Just gimme some truth

    "Laugh while you can, monkey-boy" - Emilio Lizardo

    by jeno mules on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:18:24 AM PDT

  •  You already led with my favorite - (2+ / 0-)

    "In the News" brings me to tears and then sticks like an ear-worm so I carry it with me all day.  I had the priviledge of attending a Kristofferson performance a couple of months ago - raspy voice and diffident manner starts softly and builds to heartfelt expression of his firm belief in God and his equally firm anger at what this country is doing "in God's name".  Now the video just blew me away.  It brought back the magic of that night, and added the incredible images of the perpetrators.  A powerful, powerful statement in a soft, sincere voice.  I wonder how the Christian Right can possibly respond?

  •  NoFX (5+ / 0-)

    Speakers on and sing along!

    He's not smart, a C student
    And that's after buying his way into school
    Beady eyes, and he's kinda dyslexic
    Can he read? No one's really quite sure
    He signs stuff and he executes people
    Maybe that's why, he doesn't have any friends
    Cocaine and a little drunk driving
    Doesn't matter, when you're the Commander in Chief.

    Idiot son of an asshole
    He's the idiot son of an asshole
    Idiot son of an asshole
    He's the idiot son of an asshole

    Put on some make-up, turn on the 8-Track,
    I'm putting a week back on the shelf,
    Suddenly I'm the President, of the United States,
    But then I woke up, and realized I'm still me.

    He's too dumb, to eat pretzels, apparently smart enough to fix an election.
    Moved boldly into the White House,
    but most people voted against him.
    He likes naps, He really likes naptime, A couple of naps and then a nap and then he's ready for bed,
    He may be from Bush descent, but he's always gonna be the unpresident.

    Idiot son of an asshole
    He's the idiot son of an asshole
    Idiot son of an asshole
    He's the idiot son of an asshole
    Idiot son of an asshole
    He's the idiot son of an asshole

    He's our president!

    "cut it out, kestrel!! you're killing my buzz, man." - PhillyGal (-8.50/-7.13)

    by kestrel9000 on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:19:57 AM PDT

  •  My Strange Nation (3+ / 0-)

    by Susan Werner.

    Addresses immigration, slavery, fixed elections, Iraq war and the plight of the indians in 3 1/2 minutes.

    Hear it at susanwerner.com

    I choose to be inspired.

    by demiowa on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:20:43 AM PDT

    •  I love her (1+ / 0-)
      Recommended by:
      SallyCat

      I actually got to see Susan quite a bit when she was playing at my local hangout (at the time) the Mermaid Inn in Philadelphia in the early 90's. I had quite a crush on her...

      Years later my wife and I met her at a music auction sponsered by WXPN and told her we played her song "Tapenzee Bridge" at our wedding reception. She informed us that that song was about someone who was preparing to get married but lusted for the best man (or something to that effect!), which we had no clue of and all had a good laugh over.

  •  yo YO (2+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    SallyCat, fadingTruth

    DJ Green Lantern in the heezouse!
    Turn 'em on......

    "cut it out, kestrel!! you're killing my buzz, man." - PhillyGal (-8.50/-7.13)

    by kestrel9000 on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:21:20 AM PDT

  •  Some things just don't change... (5+ / 0-)

    Eve Of Destruction
    By Barry McGuire, 1965

    The eastern world it tis explodin',
    violence flarin', bullets loadin',
    you're old enough to kill but not for votin',
    you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
    and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
    but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
    ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

    Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
    Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?
    If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
    There'll be noone to save with the world in a grave,
    take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
    but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
    ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

    Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
    I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
    I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
    handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
    and marches alone can't bring integration,
    when human respect is disintegratin',
    this whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
    and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
    ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

    Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
    Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
    Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
    but when your return, it's the same old place,
    the poundin' of the drums, th pride and disgrace,
    you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
    hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
    and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
    ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

    All the problems we face in the United States today can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian. Pat Paulsen

    by SallyCat on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:21:36 AM PDT

  •  Another good one: 'Lives in the Balance' (4+ / 0-)

    By Jackson Browne

    I've been waiting for something to happen
    For a week or a month or a year
    With the blood in the ink of the headlines
    And the sound of the crowd in my ear
    You might ask what it takes to remember
    When you know that you've seen it before
    Where a government lies to a people
    And a country is drifting to war

    And there's a shadow on the faces
    Of the men who send the guns
    To the wars that are fought in places
    Where their business interest runs

    On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
    You hear one thing again and again
    How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
    And we come to the aid of a friend
    But who are the ones that we call our friends--
    These governments killing their own?
    Or the people who finally can't take any more
    And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
    There are lives in the balance
    There are people under fire
    There are children at the cannons
    And there is blood on the wire

    There's a shadow on the faces
    Of the men who fan the flames
    Of the wars that are fought in places
    Where we can't even say the names

    They sell us the President the same way
    They sell us our clothes and our cars
    They sell us every thing from youth to religion
    The same time they sell us our wars
    I want to know who the men in the shadows are
    I want to hear somebody asking them why
    They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
    But they're never the ones to fight or to die
    And there are lives in the balance
    There are people under fire
    There are children at the cannons
    And there is blood on the wire

    "Overcome anger by love, evil by good, the greedy by generosity, and the liar by truth." - Buddha

    by madame defarge on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:21:42 AM PDT

    •  I AM A PATRIOT (0+ / 0-)

      Another Jackson Browne that I like:

      And the river opens for the righteous (5 times)
      Someday

      I was walking with my brother
      And he wondered what's on my mind
      I said what I believe in my soul
      Ain't what I see with my eyes
      And we can't turn our backs this time

      I am a patriot
      And I love my county
      Because my country is all I know
      I want to be with my family
      The people who understand me
      I've got nowhere else to go

      And the river opens for the righteous
      And the river opens for the righteous
      And the river opens for the righteous
      Someday

      And I was talking with my sister
      She looked so fine
      I said, "Baby, what's on your mind?"
      She said, "I want to run like the lion
      Released from the cages
      Released from the rages
      Burning in my heart tonight"

      And I ain't no communist
      And I ain't no capitalist
      And I ain't no socialist
      And I ain't no imperialist
      And I ain't no democrat
      And I ain't no republican
      I only know one party
      And it is freedom

      I am, I am, I am
      I am a patriot
      And I love my country
      Because my county is all I know

      And the river opens for the righteous
      And the river opens for the righteous
      And the river opens for the righteous
      Someday

      And the river opens for the righteous...

  •  Holly Near (4+ / 0-)

    I've laughed and cried with her, in small groups and silently signing "Waterfall" with thousands on Navy Pier in Chicago.  Her lyrics are so very moving.  

    And Still We Sing is the reissue of all her protest songs.  

    She toured with Jane Fonda during the Vietnam war.  Later on, she toured with Ronnie Gilbert (of the Weavers - folk group banned in the 50's) and Arlo Guthrie and Chris Williamson and Inti Illimani.  Always building coalitions for freedom.

    Some of my favorites (typed from memory so I may be a tiny bit off)

    It could have been me
    But, instead, it was you.
    So I'll keep doing the things you were doing,
    Until we are through.
    Because, if you can sing for freedom,
    Freedom, freedom, freedom.
    If you can sing for freedom, I can too.

    OR

    Why do we kill people who are killing people
    To show that killing people is wrong.
    Such a foolish notion
    That war is called devotion.
    When the greatest warriors
    Are the ones that stand for piece.

    OR

     We are gentle, angry people
     Singing, singing for our lives.

    •  I love Holly (0+ / 0-)

      Was weird that I never saw her live until she did a small show in Dallas in the 1990 (think that was it), though I heard that she was at some of the same protests I was at back in the 60's and 70's.  (I made a lot of them).

      A woman I helped out for a while gave me Holly's  "Singer in the Storm" CD because she thought I was one - I was deeply honored.

      They Dance Alone (Cueca Sola) will make me cry every single time I listen to it.  

    •  The Great Peace March (0+ / 0-)

      Ancient eyes are watching in the night
      The stars come out to guide the way
      The sun still shines despite the clouds
      And the dawn is dusk is dawn is dusk is day

      Farmers rise and dream to feed the world
      The world awakes to feed the heart
      Hearts beat while a thousand flags are waving
      And the farmer sees a dream has played a part

      Chorus:
      We will have peace, we will because we must
      We must because we cherish life
      And believe it or not, as daring as it may seem
      It is not an empty dream, to walk in a powerful path
      Neither the first nor the last Great Peace March
      Life is a great and mighty march
      Forever, for love and tor life
      On the Great Peace March

      Are you black like night or red like clay
      Are you gold like sun or brown like earth
      Grey like mist or white like moon
      My love for you is the reason for my birth

      Peace can start with just one heart
      From a small step to leaps and bounds
      A walk becomes a race for time
      And a brave child calls out from the crowd

      Chorus

  •  The FCC Song (4+ / 0-)

    from Eric Idle!

    Downloadable free and legally here

    The FCC Song by Eric Idle

    Here's a little number I wrote the other day while out duck hunting with a judge, QUACK

    Fuck you very much the FCC
    Fuck you very much for fining me
    Five thousand bucks a fuck so I'm really out of luck
    Thats more than Heidi Fliess was charging me.
    So fuck you very much the FCC
    For proving that free speech just isn't free
    Clear Channel's a dear channel
    so Howard Stern must go
    Attorney General Ashcroft doesn't like strong words and so
    He's charging twice as much as all the drugs for Rush Limbo
    so Fuck you all so very much

    So fuck you very much dear Mr. Bush
    for heroically sitting on your tush
    For Halliburton, Enron, all the companies who fail
    Lets send them a clear signal and stick Martha straight in jail
    She's an uppity rich bitch, but at least she isn't male
    So fuck you all so very much

    So fuck you dickhead Mr. Cheney too.
    Fuck you and fuck everything you do.
    Your pace maker must be fake
    You haven't got a heart
    As far as I'm concerned your just a pasty faced old fart
    And as for Condolezza she an intellectual tart
    So fuck you all so very much

    So fuck you very much the EPA
    For giving all Alaska's oil away
    It really is a bummer
    When I can't fill my Hummer
    The ozone a no go zone now that Arnold's here to say
    The nuclear winter games are going to take place in LA
    So fuck you all so very much

    So what the planet fails
    Lets save the great white males
    And fuck you all so very much

    QUACK

    "cut it out, kestrel!! you're killing my buzz, man." - PhillyGal (-8.50/-7.13)

    by kestrel9000 on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:24:04 AM PDT

  •  Pink - Dear Mr. President (8+ / 0-)

    "Dear Mr. President"
    (feat. Indigo Girls)

    Dear Mr. President
    Come take a walk with me
    Let's pretend we're just two people and
    You're not better than me
    I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

    What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
    Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
    What do you feel when you look in the mirror
    Are you proud

    How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
    How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
    How do you walk with your head held high
    Can you even look me in the eye
    And tell me why

    Dear Mr. President
    Were you a lonely boy
    Are you a lonely boy
    Are you a lonely boy
    How can you say
    No child is left behind
    We're not dumb and we're not blind
    They're all sitting in your cells
    While you pave the road to hell

    What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
    And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
    I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
    You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

    How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
    How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
    How do you walk with your head held high
    Can you even look me in the eye

    Let me tell you bout hard work
    Minimum wage with a baby on the way
    Let me tell you bout hard work
    Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
    Let me tell you bout hard work
    Building a bed out of a cardboard box
    Let me tell you bout hard work
    Hard work
    Hard work
    You don't know nothing bout hard work
    Hard work
    Hard work
    Oh

    How do you sleep at night
    How do you walk with your head held high
    Dear Mr. President
    You'd never take a walk with me
    Would you

    Time for guerrilla warfare..Register to vote as Republican, then Vote Democrat!

    by fadingTruth on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:24:41 AM PDT

  •  Chimes of Freedom (5+ / 0-)

    by Bob Dylan.

    The version recorded by the Byrds is very beautiful, though.

    Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
    We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
    As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
    Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
    Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
    Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
    An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

    In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
    With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
    As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
    Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
    Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
    Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
    Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

    Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
    The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
    That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
    Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
    Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
    Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
    An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

    Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
    For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
    Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
    All down in taken-for-granted situations
    Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
    Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
    For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

    Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
    An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
    Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
    Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
    Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
    For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
    An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

    Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
    Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
    As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
    Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
    Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
    For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
    An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
    An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

  •  Stevie Wonder--You Haven't Done NUTH-in! (3+ / 0-)

    It's a brilliant nasty piece of music to boot.

    "You Haven't Done Nothing"

    We are amazed but not amused
    By all the things you say that you'll do
    Though much concerned but not involved
    With decisions that are made by you

    But we are sick and tired of hearing your song
    Telling how you are gonna change right from wrong
    'Cause if you really want to hear our views
    "You haven't done nothing"!

    It's not too cool to be ridiculed
    But you brought this upon yourself
    The world is tired of pacifiers
    We want the truth and nothing else

    And we are sick and tired of hearing your song
    Telling how you are gonna change right from wrong
    'Cause if you really want to hear our views
    "You haven't done nothing"!

    Jackson 5 join along with me say
    Doo doo wop - hey hey hey
    Doo doo wop - wow wow wow
    Doo doo wop - co co co
    Doo doo wop - naw naw naw
    Doo doo wop - bum bum bum
    Doo doo wop

    We would not care to wake up to the nightmare
    That's becoming real life
    But when mislead who knows a person's mind
    Can turn as cold as ice un hum

    Why do you keep on making us hear your song
    Telling us how you are changing right from wrong
    'Cause if you really want to hear our views
    "You haven't done nothing"!
    Yeah

    Jackson 5 sing along again say
    Doo doo wop
    Doo doo wop - oh
    Doo doo wop - co co co
    Doo doo wop - sing it baby
    Doo doo wop - bum bum bum
    Doo doo wop - um
    Sing it loud for your people say
    Doo doo wop - um um um

    Doo doo wop - stand up be counted, say
    Doo doo wop - co co co
    Doo doo wop - ow
    Doo doo wop - bum bum bum
    Doo doo wop - ah hum

    We are called to speak for the weak, for the voiceless, for victims of our nation and for those it calls enemy....--ML King, "Beyond Vietnam"

    by Gooserock on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:27:45 AM PDT

  •  Victoria Parks election song (1+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    SallyCat

    My Vote Don't Matter Anymore (mp3)

    "My Vote Don't Matter Anymore"
    by Victoria Parks  (unofficial transcribed lyrics)

    We stood in lines outside,
    three hours maybe four
    A rainy November 2nd,
    Two-Thousand and Four
    All across our nation,
    too many to ignore
    We turned out in numbers,
    they've never seen before

    I should know dear.
    I've been voting here
    since the second World War

    My name is Amos Connolly (sp?),
    Now their telling me
    My vote don't matter anymore

    The took my name.
    They purged it from the roll
    What they've gained
    Cannot compare with what they stole

    This my Democracy.
    Don't you go telling me
    My vote don't matter anymore
    And is not worth fighting for.

    The fix was in.
    That's all she wrote.
    They did not win.
    Our hearts our minds our vote.

    With what is known
    and the evidence is clear
    I am not alone,
    there are thousands of us here

    This my Democracy.
    Don't you go telling me
    My vote don't matter anymore
    And is not worth fighting for

    This is my Democracy
    We'll fight to keep it free
    You won't go telling me
    Our vote don't matter anymore
    Our vote is well worth fighting for
    Our vote is well worth fighting for
    Our vote is well worth fighting for

  •  One Tin Soldier (and more...) (7+ / 0-)

    Listen, children, to a story
    That was written long ago,
    'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
    And the valley-folk below.

    On the mountain was a treasure
    Buried deep beneath the stone,
    And the valley-people swore
    They'd have it for their very own.

    Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
    Go ahead and cheat a friend.
    Do it in the name of Heaven,
    You can justify it in the end.
    There won't be any trumpets blowing
    Come the judgement day,
    On the bloody morning after....
    One tin soldier rides away.

    So the people of the valley
    Sent a message up the hill,
    Asking for the buried treasure,
    Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

    Came an answer from the kingdom,
    "With our brothers we will share
    All the secrets of our mountain,
    All the riches buried there."

    Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
    Go ahead and cheat a friend.
    Do it in the name of Heaven,
    You can justify it in the end.
    There won't be any trumpets blowing
    Come the judgement day,
    On the bloody morning after....
    One tin soldier rides away.

    Now the valley cried with anger,
    "Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
    And they killed the mountain-people,
    So they won their just reward.

    Now they stood beside the treasure,
    On the mountain, dark and red.
    Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
    "Peace on Earth" was all it said.

    Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
    Go ahead and cheat a friend.
    Do it in the name of Heaven,
    You can justify it in the end.
    There won't be any trumpets blowing
    Come the judgement day,
    On the bloody morning after....
    One tin soldier rides away.

    Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
    Go ahead and cheat a friend.
    Do it in the name of Heaven,
    You can justify it in the end.
    There won't be any trumpets blowing
    Come the judgement day,
    On the bloody morning after....
    One tin soldier rides away.

    ----
    Now, for the more. First, I copied these lysics from  a kid's singalong on the niehs.nih.gov page which has an interesting statement that "This song has a lesson to it -- violence is not the way."  Guess the neocons haven't found that page yet.

    The other thing that I ran across recently was a note on The Coven who sang it. Apparently, they were trying to be an early satanic group, but didn't go anywhere, and they took the gig of singing this because they needed the money. Turned out to be their only hit.

    America will never again be the land of the free... Until she again becomes the home of the brave.

    by Ducktape on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:30:18 AM PDT

  •  Wow (2+ / 0-)

    Great topic. Here are a few obscure ones:

    Newtown Neurotics: Kick out the Tories

    Lets kick out the Tories
    the rulers of this land
    for they are the enemies
    of the British working man
    and it shows, while that bastard is in, unemployment grows
    and it shows, in hospitals, factories and
    the schools that they've closed.

    Evil will triumph, if good men say nothing
    Evil will triumph, if good men do nothing

    More...

    Dead Kennedy's: Moral Majority
    Crass: Big A Little A
    Patti Smith: Piss Factory
    Red Rockers: Guns of Revolution
    Gang of Four: It's Not Made by Great Men

  •  More Dylan: 'With God on Our Side' (2+ / 0-)

    Oh my name it is nothin'
    My age it means less
    The country I come from
    Is called the Midwest
    I's taught and brought up there
    The laws to abide
    And that land that I live in
    Has God on its side.

    Oh the history books tell it
    They tell it so well
    The cavalries charged
    The Indians fell
    The cavalries charged
    The Indians died
    Oh the country was young
    With God on its side.

    Oh the Spanish-American
    War had its day
    And the Civil War too
    Was soon laid away
    And the names of the heroes
    I's made to memorize
    With guns in their hands
    And God on their side.

    Oh the First World War, boys
    It closed out its fate
    The reason for fighting
    I never got straight
    But I learned to accept it
    Accept it with pride
    For you don't count the dead
    When God's on your side.

    When the Second World War
    Came to an end
    We forgave the Germans
    And we were friends
    Though they murdered six million
    In the ovens they fried
    The Germans now too
    Have God on their side.

    I've learned to hate Russians
    All through my whole life
    If another war starts
    It's them we must fight
    To hate them and fear them
    To run and to hide
    And accept it all bravely
    With God on my side.

    But now we got weapons
    Of the chemical dust
    If fire them we're forced to
    Then fire them we must
    One push of the button
    And a shot the world wide
    And you never ask questions
    When God's on your side.

    In a many dark hour
    I've been thinkin' about this
    That Jesus Christ
    Was betrayed by a kiss
    But I can't think for you
    You'll have to decide
    Whether Judas Iscariot
    Had God on his side.

    So now as I'm leavin'
    I'm weary as Hell
    The confusion I'm feelin'
    Ain't no tongue can tell
    The words fill my head
    And fall to the floor
    If God's on our side
    He'll stop the next war.

    "Overcome anger by love, evil by good, the greedy by generosity, and the liar by truth." - Buddha

    by madame defarge on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:34:10 AM PDT

  •  Won't Get Fooled Again - The Who (5+ / 0-)

    We'll be fighting in the streets
    With our children at our feet
    And the morals that they worship will be gone
    And the men who spurred us on
    Sit in judgement of all wrong
    They decide and the shotgun sings the song

    I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
    Take a bow for the new revolution
    Smile and grin at the change all around
    Pick up my guitar and play
    Just like yesterday
    Then I'll get on my knees and pray
    We don't get fooled again

    The change, it had to come
    We knew it all along
    We were liberated from the fold, that's all
    And the world looks just the same
    And history ain't changed
    'Cause the banners, they are flown in the next war

    I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
    Take a bow for the new revolution
    Smile and grin at the change all around
    Pick up my guitar and play
    Just like yesterday
    Then I'll get on my knees and pray
    We don't get fooled again
    No, no!

    I'll move myself and my family aside
    If we happen to be left half alive
    I'll get all my papers and smile at the sky
    Though I know that the hypnotized never lie
    Do ya?

    There's nothing in the streets
    Looks any different to me
    And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
    And the parting on the left
    Are now parting on the right
    And the beards have all grown longer overnight

    I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
    Take a bow for the new revolution
    Smile and grin at the change all around
    Pick up my guitar and play
    Just like yesterday
    Then I'll get on my knees and pray
    We don't get fooled again
    Don't get fooled again
    No, no!

    Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

    Meet the new boss
    Same as the old boss

  •  Yet More Dylan- 'John Brown' (3+ / 0-)

    John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore.
    His mama sure was proud of him!
    He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all.
    His mama's face broke out all in a grin.

    "Oh son, you look so fine, I'm glad you're a son of mine,
    You make me proud to know you hold a gun.
    Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get,
    And we'll put them on the wall when you come home."

    As that old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout,
    Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood:
    "That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now, you know."
    She made well sure her neighbors understood.

    She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile
    As she showed them to the people from next door.
    And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun,
    And these things you called a good old-fashioned war.

    Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come.
    They ceased to come for about ten months or more.
    Then a letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train.
    Your son's a-coming home from the war."

    She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around
    But she could not see her soldier son in sight.
    But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last,
    When she did she could hardly believe her eyes.

    Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off
    And he wore a metal brace around his waist.
    He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know,
    While she couldn't even recognize his face!

    "Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done.
    How is it you come to be this way?"
    He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
    And the mother had to turn her face away.

    "Don't you remember, Ma, when I went off to war
    You thought it was the best thing I could do?
    I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud.
    You wasn't there standing in my shoes."

    "Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?
    I'm a-tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'.
    But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close
    And I saw that his face looked just like mine."

    "And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink,
    That I was just a puppet in a play.
    And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke,
    And a cannon ball blew my eyes away."

    As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock
    At seein' the metal brace that helped him stand.
    But as he turned to go, he called his mother close
    And he dropped his medals down into her hand.

  •  And from our own Freeway Blogger... (2+ / 0-)

    America will never again be the land of the free... Until she again becomes the home of the brave.

    by Ducktape on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:35:48 AM PDT

  •  OK all you hippies... (4+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    saluda, SallyCat, reklemrov, fadingTruth

    ...how about something that isn't 40 years old?  Has anybody heard the latest Ministry album, or the new Public Enemy?  That 60's stuff may give you the warm-fuzzies when you hear it, and make you feel a little better, but if you listen to these 2 albums, you'll want to go find the nearest Republican, rip their head off, and piss down their neck.  That's what I like in my protest music :)
    And kudos to the diarist for the link to Zappa on Crossfire from 20 years ago.  When you're right, you're right.  Check out Frank's album from about the same time called Broadway the Hard Way.  Most of the songs are about the dangers of christian theocrats with their heads up their asses taking things over in this country.  he was pretty prescient about that stuff.  Wish he was still around today, may he rest in peace.

    The meek shall inherit nothing. -F.Zappa

    by cometman on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:38:36 AM PDT

    •  If 'Masters of War' doesn't get you mad (3+ / 0-)
      Recommended by:
      cometman, horsewithnoname, esquimaux

      you're not paying attention:

      You've thrown the worst fear
      That can ever be hurled
      Fear to bring children
      Into the world
      For threatening my baby
      Unborn and unnamed
      You ain't worth the blood
      That runs in your veins

      snip

      An' I hope that you die
      And your death will come soon
      I'll follow your casket
      In the pale afternoon
      And I'll watch as you're lowered
      Down to your deathbed
      And I'll stand over your grave
      Till I'm sure that you're dead.

    •  Zappa: 'Dickie's Such An Asshole' (1+ / 0-)
      Recommended by:
      SallyCat

      Yeah, Ok, it was about another Dick in the White House, but it's sad how much is still relevant...Just change a few names & places & it will be up-to-date with the current Dick & Co.

      "Overcome anger by love, evil by good, the greedy by generosity, and the liar by truth." - Buddha

      by madame defarge on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:43:06 AM PDT

      [ Parent ]

      •  He actually updated that song... (1+ / 0-)
        Recommended by:
        SallyCat

        It's also on Broadway the Hardway, too, but he changes the lyrics to get a few jabs in at Reagan.  I really miss that guy......Zappa I mean, not Reagan...

        The meek shall inherit nothing. -F.Zappa

        by cometman on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:47:10 AM PDT

        [ Parent ]

    •  Here, here. My vote: Eliza Gilkyson's Highway 9 (1+ / 0-)
      Recommended by:
      SallyCat
    •  Alright, alright (0+ / 0-)

      Everlast: What it's like.  From Whitey Ford sings the blues.

      Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
      He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
      But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
      And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
      And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the door
      They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore
      God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
      'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
      Then you really might know what it's like
      Then you really might know what it's like
      Then you really might know what it's like
      Then you really might know what it's like




      Just to remind us all that Plan B ain't gonna fix everything in sight.  

      this message is intended to inform. any annoyance, abuse, threat, or harassment is solely in the perception of the reader, not the intention of the poster.

      by horsewithnoname on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 12:03:35 PM PDT

      [ Parent ]

  •  You're An Asshole! (0+ / 0-)

    I don't know who this one is but I loved it when I heard it

    unknown - "You're an asshole"

  •  Immortal Technique - Cause of Death (1+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    InStride

    You better watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth
    Or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house
    Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch
    And slit your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out
    I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC
    'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren't sicker than me
    I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black
    The way the government downplays historical facts
    'Cuz the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich
    Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight
    Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight
    When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic
    But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike
    With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke
    My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden
    As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon
    And you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me
    You think illuminati's just a fuckin conspiracy theory?
    That's why Conservative racists are all runnin' shit
    And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government
    So I'm jammin' frequencies in ya brain when you speak to me
    Technique will rip a rapper to pieces indecently
    Pack weapons illegally, because I'm never hesitant
    Sniper scoping a commission controllin the president

    Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong
    The truth will set you free, written down in this song
    And the song has the Cause of Death written in code
    The Word of God brought to life, that'll save ya soul..

    Save ya soul motherfucker...save ya soul..

    I hacked the Pentagon for self-incriminating evidence
    Of Republican manufactured white powder pestilence
    Marines Corps. flak vest, with the guns and ammo
    Spittin' bars like a demon stuck inside a piano
    Turn a Sambo into a soldier with just one line
    Now here's the truth about the system that'll fuck up your mind:
    They gave Al Queda 6 billion dollars in 1989 to 1992
    And now the last chapters of Revelations are coming true
    And I know a lot of people find it hard to swallow this
    Because subliminal bigotry makes you hate my politics
    But you act like America wouldn't destroy two buildings
    In a country that was sponsoring bombs dropped on our children
    I was watching the Towers, and though I wasn't the closest
    I saw them crumble to the Earth like they was full of explosives
    And they thought nobody noticed the news report that they did
    About the bombs planted on the George Washington bridge
    Four Non-Arabs arrested during the emergency
    And then it disappeared from the news permanently
    They dubbed a tape of Osama, and they said it was proof
    "Jealous of our freedom," I can't believe you bought that excuse
    Rockin a motherfucking flag don't make you a hero
    Word to Ground Zero
    The Devil crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
    The New World Order was born on September 11

    And just so Conservatives don't take it to heart
    I don't think Bush did it, 'cuz he isn't that smart
    He's just a stupid puppet taking orders on his cell phone
    From the same people that sabotaged Senator Wellstone
    The military industry got it poppin' and lockin'
    Looking for a way to justify the Wolfowitz Doctrine
    And as a matter of fact, Rumsfeld, now that I think back
    Without 9/11, you couldn't have a war in Iraq
    Or a Defense budget of world conquest proportions
    Kill freedom of speech and revoke the right to abortions
    Tax cut extortion, a blessing to the wealthy and wicked
    But you still have to answer to the Armageddon you scripted
    And Dick Cheney, you fuckin leech, tell them your plans
    About building your pipelines through Afghanistan
    And how Israeli troops trained the Taliban in Pakistan
    You might have some house niggaz fooled, but I understand
    Colonialism is sponsored by corporations
    That's why Halliburton gets paid to rebuild nations
    Tell me the truth, I don't scare into paralysis
    I know the CIA saw Bin Laden on dialysis
    In '98 when he was Top Ten for the FBI
    Government ties is really why the Government lies
    Read it yourself instead of asking the Government why
    'Cuz then the Cause of Death will cause the propaganda to die..

    He is scheduled for 60 Minutes next. He is going on
    French, Italian, Japanese television. People
    everywhere are starting to listen to him. It's embarassing

    An Exact Earth Pinprick
    "I hate quotes, tell me what you know" - Ralph Waldo Emerson

    by indefinitelee on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 10:54:09 AM PDT

  •  Gil Scott Herron's (0+ / 0-)

    "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised"

  •  Springsteen. (0+ / 0-)

    Now every woman and every man
    They wanna take a righteous stand
    Find the love that God wills
    And the faith that He commands
    I've got my finger on the trigger
    And tonight faith just ain't enough
    When I look inside my heart
    There's just devils and dust

    Well I've got God on my side
    And I'm just trying to survive
    What if what you do to survive
    Kills the things you love
    Fear's a dangerous thing
    It can turn your heart black you can trust
    It'll take your God filled soul
    Fill it with devils and dust
    Yeah it'll take your God filled soul
    Fill it with devils and dust

    Slap it. Shoot it. Kaboot it.

    by adios on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 11:03:35 AM PDT

  •  OK, let's cut to the chase... (2+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    FrankieB, Russ Jarmusch

    Check here for a great list of protest songs...for us old hippies who can't remember shit...

    "Overcome anger by love, evil by good, the greedy by generosity, and the liar by truth." - Buddha

    by madame defarge on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 11:04:50 AM PDT

  •  'Man of God' by Eliza Gilkyson - Brilliant Song! (1+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    horsewithnoname

    This is the best song I've heard and it has a great melody in addition to terrific lyrics. Lyrics from the first two verses out of four:

    The Cowboy camd from out of the west
    with his snakeskin boots & his bulletproof vest
    gang of goons and his big war chest
    fortunate son he was doubly blessed
    corporate cronies and the chiefs of staff
    bowing to the image of the golden calf
    startin up wars in the name of god's son
    gonna blow us all the way to kingdom come

    man of god, man of god
    that ain't the teachings of a man of god
    man of god, man of god
    that ain't the preachings of a man of god

    coallition of the fearful and the judgemental
    patricians, politicians, and the fundamentalists
    you never have to tellthem how the money's spent
    you never have to tell them where their freedom went
    homophobes in the high command
    waitin for the rapture like it's disneyland
    hide all the bodies from out of view
    channel all the treasure to the chosen few

    man of god, etc ect

    "Reverance for Life", a beautiful philosophy. Albert Schweitzer, a role model for us all.

    by ProgressForGoodGov on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 11:09:26 AM PDT

  •  Technique again (1+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    InStride

    Mos Def - talking]
    Man, you hear this bullshit they be talkin'
    Every day, man
    It's like these motherfuckers is just like professional liars
    YouknowwhatI'msayin? It's wild
    Listen

    [Hook - Mos Def]
    Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
    It was you, nigga
    Tell the truth, nigga
    (Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
    Tell the truth, nigga
    (Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
    Tell the truth, nigga

    Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
    It was you, nigga
    Tell the truth, nigga
    (Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]
    Tell the truth, nigga
    (Bush knocked down the towers)--[Jadakiss]

    [Verse 1 - Immortal Technique]
    I pledge no allegiance, nigga fuck the president's speeches
    I'm baptized by America and covered in leeches
    The dirty water that bleaches your soul and your facial features
    Drownin' you in propaganda that they spit through the speakers
    And if you speak about the evil that the government does
    The Patriot Act'll track you to the type of your blood
    They try to frame you, and say you was tryna sell drugs
    And throw a federal indictment on niggaz to show you love
    This shit is run by fake Christians, fake politicians
    Look at they mansions, then look at the conditions you live in
    All they talk about is terrorism on television
    They tell you to listen, but they don't really tell you they mission
    They funded Al-Qaeda, and now they blame the Muslim religion
    Even though Bin Laden, was a CIA tactician
    They gave him billions of dollars, and they funded his purpose
    Fahrenheit 9/11, that's just scratchin' the surface

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2 - Immortal Technique]
    They say the rebels in Iraq still fight for Saddam
    But that's bullshit, I'll show you why it's totally wrong
    Cuz if another country invaded the hood tonight
    It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights
    I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream
    I'd be fightin' for my people's survival and self-esteem
    I wouldn't fight for racist churches from the south, my nigga
    I'd be fightin' to keep the occupation out, my nigga
    You ever clock someone who talk shit, or look at you wrong?
    Imagine if they shot at you, and was rapin' your moms
    And of course Saddam Hussein had chemical weapons
    We sold him that shit, after Ronald Reagan's election
    Mercenary contractors fightin' a new era
    Corporate military bankin' off the war on terror
    They controllin' the ghetto, with the failed attack
    Tryna distract the fact that they engineerin' the crack
    So I'm strapped like Lee Malvo holdin' a sniper rifle
    These bullets'll touch your kids, and I don't mean like Michael
    Your body be sent to the morgue, stripped down and recycled
    I fire on house niggaz that support you and like you
    Cuz innocent people get murdered in the struggle daily
    And poor people never get shit and struggle daily
    This ain't no alien conspiracy theory, this shit is real
    Written on the dollar underneath the Masonic seal

    (I don't rap for dead presidents
    I'd rather see the president dead
    It's never been said but I set precedents)--[Eminem]

    [Hook]

    (Shady Records was 80 seconds away from the towers
    Some cowards fucked with the wrong building, they meant to hit ours)-- [Eminem]

    An Exact Earth Pinprick
    "I hate quotes, tell me what you know" - Ralph Waldo Emerson

    by indefinitelee on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 11:12:16 AM PDT

  •  Coffin Break's 1990 hit (1+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    cometman

    "Rupture", released in 1990 is the record that showed (...) "Kill the President" written for Daddy Bush, is now as relevant as political protest gets. It appears that we never learned our lesson the first time.

    Note to Secret Service: it's satire and the feds interviewed the band years ago and came to that conclusion.  
    http://www.czrecords.com/...

    Russ Feingold: cooler than Batman.

    by yojimbo on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 11:27:20 AM PDT

  •  Michael Franti - Yell Fire (0+ / 0-)

    A revolution never come with a warning
    A revolution never sends you an omen
    A revolution just arrived like the morning
    Ring the alarm, we come to wake up the snoring

    They tellin' you to never worry about the future
    They tellin' you to never worry about the torture
    They tellin you that you'll never see the horror
    Spend it all today and we will bill you tomorrow
    Three piece suits and bank accounts in Bahamas
    Wall street crime will never send you to the slammer
    Tell all the children in the arms of their mommas
    The F-15 is a homicide bomber

    TV commercials for a popping pill culture
    Drug companies circling like a vulture
    And Iraqi babies with a G.I. Joe father
    Ten years from now is anyboby gonna bother?

    Yell Fire, yo, yo ,yo
    Here we come, here we come
    Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
    Revolution a comin'
    Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
    Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

    Everyone addicted to the same nicotine
    Everyone addicted to the same gasoline
    Everyone addicted to a technicolor scream
    Everybody trying to get their hands on some green
    From the banks of the river to the banks of the greedy
    All of the riches taken back by the needy
    We come from the country and we come from the city
    You play us on the record, you can play us on the CD
    All the shit you given us is fertilizer
    The seeds that we planted you can brutalize them
    Tell the corporation they can never globalize you
    Like Peter Tosh said Legalize It
    Girls and boys hear the bass and the trebble
    Rumble in the speakers and it make you wanna rebel
    Throw your hands up, take it to another level
    And you can never, ever, ever make a deal with the devil

    Yell Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
    Here we come, here we come
    Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
    Revolution a comin'
    Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
    Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

    •  The Perceptionists - Memorial Day (0+ / 0-)

      I've got a question..
      I've got a question..

      Where are the weapons of mass destruction?
      We been lookin' for months and we ain't found nothin'
      Please Mr. President, tell us something
      We knew from the beginning that your ass was bluffing!

      [Mr. Lif]
      How unfortunate, it wasn't what you thought it kid, in basic training
      They taught you how to slay man as a start-up kit
      and you showed up with a gun to load up
      Hopin' a college education's waitin', maybe a steady occupation
      Now you're weighing many lives against yours
      President's orders, got you on course, with holocaust, Seargent is lost
      General's boss, plans cross, now you in the crosshairs
      of a sniper's shaky scared, shot off your ear
      All fucked up now! one round just hit him from some young yet expendable citizen
      He's from the other side of the line, fightin' for time
      Time to see his kids walk, time to talk with his pops
      Time to have a rational thought without the thought of bein' shot
      (Damn) his gun jammed now you gotta bombard
      It's a soldier's suicide slide - know you tried hard to stay alive
      When you're catching fire from both sides
      and we miss you at home, its time the government truly left you alone
      Dropped you off and popped one in your dome
      Now we've seen it in Iraq and the Congo - America's motto
      "Kill their leader then we build a stronghold!!"

      Where are the weapons of mass destruction?
      We been lookin' for months and we ain't found nothin'
      Please Mr. President, tell us something
      We knew from the beginning that your ass was bluffing!

      [Akrobatik]
      I never thought of this the day that I enlisted
      That I'd be dodging bullets, seekin weapons that never even existed
      For someone else's personal beef, I risk myself
      While the Commander-in-Chief, would never come to fight himself
      I feel I'm bein' tricked even worse that the civilians
      Nobody ever told me that we would be killin' children!
      Feelin like the ones that sent me here are the psychotics
      but if I say that out loud -- I'm "unpatriotic"
      but would Donald Rumsfeld back me up with the chrome?
      Would Tom Ridge fight or would he stay secure back home?
      and would Condoleeza Rice cover grenades in a fox hole?
      I'm startin to believe what I was told is not so
      What's the reason for the war?
      I'm shootin at these people that I got not animosity for
      I wonder if I'm just a pawn in someone else's struggle
      or a here even though I'm just a small piece of the puzzle
      I know that when I finally return where I reside
      I'll make up for the months my wife and moms cried
      and carry on for all my fallen brothers that died
      but you can't take my pride -- cuz I'm a fuckin' SOLDIER

      Where are the weapons of mass destruction?
      We been lookin' for months and we ain't found nothin'
      Please Mr. President, tell us something
      We knew from the beginning that your ass was bluffing!

  •  American Idiot, Green Day (1+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    FrankieB

    "Don't want to be an American Idiot
    One nation controlled by the Media"

  •  Randy Newman (1+ / 0-)
    Recommended by:
    ProgressForGoodGov

    I love the old protest songs; there's so much to protest.  Randy Newman did 2 of my faves, Mr. President, Have Pity on the Workin' Man, and Political Science.  The 60's Folk Era produced many greats, some were not as much protests as they were expressions of political themes.

  •  Can't believe it's not represented here yet (0+ / 0-)

    Eminem: Mosh

    And as we proceed to mosh through this desert storm.. in these closing statements, if they should argue, let us beg to differ.. as we set aside our differences, and assemble our own army to disarm this weapon of mass destruction that we call our president for the present.. and mosh for the future of our next generation.. to speak and be heard.. Mr President.. Mr Senator..

    this message is intended to inform. any annoyance, abuse, threat, or harassment is solely in the perception of the reader, not the intention of the poster.

    by horsewithnoname on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 11:48:15 AM PDT

  •  old fashioned, but... Big Rock Candy Mountain (0+ / 0-)

    On a summer day in the month of May a burly bum came hiking
    Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.
    As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
    Where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won't need any money

    Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
    At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    There's a lake of gin we can both jump in, and the handouts grow on bushes
    In the new-mown hay we can sleep all day, and the bars all have free lunches
    Where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops, and the folks are tender-hearted
    Where you never change your socks and you never throw rocks,
    And your hair is never parted

    Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
    At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    Oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run, to the hay field they were bounding
    Said the bum to the son, "Why don't you come to the big rock candy mountains?"
    So the very next day they hiked away, the mileposts they were counting
    But they never arrived at the lemonade tide, on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
    At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning,
    Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said "Boys, I'm not turning."
    "I'm heading for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains;"
    "So come with me, we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains."

    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright,
    The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
    Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
    On the birds and the bees and the cigarete trees,
    The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs
    And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
    The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
    Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
    Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks
    And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
    The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
    There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
    And you can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin,
    And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
    There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks,
    I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day
    Where they hung the jerk that invented work
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    I'll see you all this comin' fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains!

  •  This is a powerful song... (0+ / 0-)

    .. and video James Blunt No Bravery

  •  Pete Seeger (0+ / 0-)

    IF YOU LOVE YOUR UNCLE SAM) BRING THEM HOME

    If you love your Uncle Sam,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    Support our boys in Vietnam,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    It'll make our generals sad, I know,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    They want to tangle with the foe,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    They want to test their weaponry,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    But here is their big fallacy,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    I may be right, I may be wrong,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    But I got a right to sing this song,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    There's one thing I must confess,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    I'm not really a pacifist,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    If an army invaded this land of mine,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    You'd find me out on the firing line,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    Even if they brought their planes to bomb,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    Even if they brought helicopters and napalm,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    Show those generals their fallacy:
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    They don't have the right weaponry,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    For defense you need common sense,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    They don't have the right armaments,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    The world needs teachers, books and schools,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    And learning a few universal rules,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    So if you love your Uncle Same,
    Bring them home, bring them home.
    Support our boys in Vietnam,
    Bring them home, bring them home.

    Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter - MLK,Jr.

    by Embee on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 12:22:28 PM PDT

  •  My brain is a bit slow (0+ / 0-)

    There is  Paul Hipp. Not sure how many people here have heard of him but Paul is worth checking out! I became a member of myspace so my grandchildren could keep up with me (They moved to Az. and I am stuck in Ga. "sniff" but one day I received a request from him to listen to his music, I did and I love it.  

    "I'm The Decider (Koo-Koo-Ka-Choo)"
    I am me and Rummys he, Iraq is free and we are all together
    See the world run when Dick shoots his gun, see how I lie
    Im Lying

    Sitting on my own brain, waiting for the end of days
    Corporation profits, Bloody oil money
    Im above the law and Ill decide whats right or wrong

    I am the egg head, Im the Commander, Im the Decider
    Koo-Koo-Kachoo

    Baghdad city policeman sitting pretty little targets in a row
    See how they die when the shrapnel flies see mothers cry
    Im Lying. Im Ly-ing Im Lying. Im Ly-ing

    Yellow cake uranium, imaginary WMDs
    Declassifying facts, exposing secret agents
    Tax cuts for the wealthy leaving all the poor behind

    CHORUS

    Sitting in the White house garden talking to the Lord
    My thoughts would be busy, busy hatching if I only had a brain

    CHORUS

    c Paul Hipp 2006

    IF YOUR NOT OUTRAGED YOUR NOT PAYING ATTENTION!

    by FrankieB on Fri Aug 25, 2006 at 05:43:24 PM PDT

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