Favorite peace/protest song?

[Horse with no Name]

Here is mine.

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 - Yah

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
Ya, what's going on
Ah, what's going on

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

Mother, Mother, 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
Oh, what's going on
What's going on
I’ll tell you Ya, what's going on - Uh
Ah, what's going on
Right on baby
Right on baby

[blue jay]

1. Posted this....

.... in a couple of other threads, but for those who like hip-hop, here's the newest one. Parody of top-10 Kanye West song.

http://ia300804.eu.archive.org/0/items/George_Bush_Doesnt_Like_Black_People/GeorgeBushDoesntCareAboutBlackPeople.mp3

[mcctatas]

2. One of my favorites by Dropkick Murphys...

"A Few Good Men"

It's time we stood up for ourselves so get up off your knees.
We'll shake off our detractors and attain our hopes and dreams
and if we fall prey to in-fighting, we're never gonna win,
so put aside your differences, sing loud, sing proud

We won't listen to their stories or be waylaid by their lies
it's a dram that's still attainable for kids like you and I
So if we all stand together singing one defiant song
our voice will reach the heavens, so sing with all your heart


Join us in a song
we shall rise and sing stand up and be counted
sing a song for liberty join us in this song
together we shall sing rise up and be counted
sing it loud, sing it proud

We've been brutalized and crucified, the brunt of their attacks,
is corruption not their trademark and compassion what they lack?
If we can realize our common goals,
the end of which is plain united and now stronger,
their loss is now our gain!


Repeat Chorus

[ThoughtCriminal]

3. Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

A special dedication for for all the Neo-Cons.

[bigmonkey]

4. STORY OF ISAAC - From Leonard Cohen's "Songs From a Room"

Based on the Biblical story, of course. I'm always especially affected by the third stanza.



The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in, I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
his blue eyes they were shining
and his voice was very cold.
He said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must do what I've been told."
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
and his axe was made of gold.

Well, the trees they got much smaller,
the lake a lady's mirror,
we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
and he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
but it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
he looked once behind his shoulder,
he knew I would not hide.

You who build these altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and bloody,
you were not there before,
when I lay upon a mountain
and my father's hand was trembling
with the beauty of the word.

And if you call me brother now,
forgive me if I inquire,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads his fan.



by Leonard Cohen, Stranger Music Inc. (BMI).

[SlowDownFast]

5. Call It Democracy

by Bruce Cockburn:

Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor

Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labour camps
Modern slavers in drag
as champions of freedom

Sinister cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament
The only response to the deification
Of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology

North South East West
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck to make a buck
You don't really give a flying fuck
About the people in misery

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

See the paid-off local bottom feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
Open for business like a cheap bordello

And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy

See the loaded eyes of the children too
Trying to make the best of it the way kids do
One day you're going to rise from your habitual feast
To find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
They call the revolution

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy

[shugah]

6. george bush don't like black people

and the beautiful and moving song that kanye west performed on the 2nd msnbc concert.

also, there is no better song of peace than this:

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

[ClayZ]

7. One Tin Soldier.....Ledgend of Billy Jack

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.

[More Than A Feeling]

28. I love that song!

:thumbsup:

[The Animator]

8. My personal Favorite is still Fortunate Son by CCR

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",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

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

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

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

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,

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

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, no no no,

[degreesofgray]

10. "Feel Like I'm Fixing To Die Rag (Next Stop Vietnam)"

by 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

[dweller]

9. for Peace ...

Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be, some day it's going to come

Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

Now I've been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun

Oh peace train sounding louder
Glide on the peace train
Come on now peace train
Yes, peace train holy roller

Everyone jump upon the peace train
Come on now peace train

Get your bags together, go bring your good friends too
Cause it's getting nearer, it soon will be with you

Now come and join the living, it's not so far from you
And it's getting nearer, soon it will all be true

Now I've been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating, why can't we live in bliss

Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again


dp

[dweller]

11. one more from the Bard

Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams,
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
Cross the valleys and streams,
For they're deep and they're wide
And the world's on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride.

Ring them bells St. Peter
Where the four winds blow,
Ring them bells with an iron hand
So the people will know.
Oh it's rush hour now
On the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down
Upon the sacred cow.

Ring them bells Sweet Martha,
For the poor man's son,
Ring them bells so the world will know
That God is one.
Oh the shepherd is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled
With lost sheep.

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf,
Ring them bells for all of us who are left,
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,
For the child that cries
When innocence dies.

Ring them bells St. Catherine
From the top of the room,
Ring them from the fortress
For the lilies that bloom.
Oh the lines are long
And the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong.

dp

[ConsAreLiars]

12. "I Ain't Marching Anymore" by Phil Ochs

From http://www.cs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/lyrics/i-aint-marching-anymore.html
I Ain't Marching Anymore
By Phil Ochs

Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore

For I've killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men lying
I saw many more dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore

(chorus)
It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the sabre 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 brother
And so many others
And I ain't 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 marchin' anymore

(chorus)

For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning
I knew that I was learning
That I ain't 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 marchin' any more.

(edit: Linked to this message because I was going to cite Ochs' version of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Bells" (see http://www.cs.pdx.edu/~trent/ochs/lyrics/bells.html ), but then decided in favor of this one.)

[walldude]

13. Rog

'The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range'

You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
And you're home on the range
You opened the suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer, who you gonna kill next

I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find on their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next

Hey bartender, over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir, turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great for righting wrongs
You hit the target, win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

-- Roger Waters

[MrBenchley]

25. He said Mama Mama the President's a fool

Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals
And the Joint Chiefs of Staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh you're a smart kid
Time is linear Memory is a stranger
History's for fools
Man is a tool in the hands of the great God almighty
And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden

[Hekate]

14. Peggy Seeger's "Carry Greenham Home"

It dates from 1983 in Britain, but I first heard it on one of her CDs just before the Iraq invasion and it brought me to tears. We need a song for our struggle SO badly. It's a beautiful melody and a beautiful story. In "The Peggy Seeger Songbook" she writes:

"Greenham Common Peace Camp: symbol of the power of women against the juggernaut of patriarchy and military might! At first we called ourselves Women for Life on Earth, firmly dedicated to the fight against nuclear weapons in general and Cruise missiles in particular. Men and women marched with their children from Cardiff to Newbury during the summer of 1981, calling at military installations along the way. ...When they arrived at Greenham they chained themselves to the railings of the main gate at the air base. It began as a mixed camp but it soon became a women's crusade. Donations of food, blankets, clothing, and tents flooded in. Women handled it like a military operation with education classes for participants and constant speedy communiques between the seven gates, which were named for the colors of the rainbow. The press consistently implied we were a bunch of bedraggled lesbians, but thousands of women of all sexual and political persuasions continued to come and go. Hundreds stayed permanently.

"In 1982 there was a 'Circle the Base' demonstration, of which the intention was to join hands around the nine-mile perimeter. Thirty-thousand women and girls came. There were two circles -- eighteen miles -- of clasped hands. The chain-link fence was festooned with photographs, swatches of children's clothing, poems, hanks of hair, wool-woven pictures, jewellery, and news clippings. When the authorities tried to remove them with flame-throwers, they found that the plastic coating on the fence also got terminated. So they sent local children out to unpick the fence of its howls of grief, triumph, joy, and love.

"Now after more than half a century of military occupation, Greenham Commons is to be restored to its original owners: the public...

(Note: the tune is based on the Scots melody "Mari's Wedding.")

CARRY GREENHAM HOME by Peggy Seeger

Hand in had the line extends
All around the nine-mile fence
Thirty-thousand women chant,
Bring the message home.

Chorus:
Carry Greenham home, yes,
Nearer home and far away,
Carry Greenham home.

Singing voices, rising higher,
Weave a dove into the wire,
In our hearts a blazing fire,
Bring the message home. (chorus)

No one asked us if we cared
If Cruise should be stationed here,
Now we've got them running scared,
Bring the message home. (chorus)

Here we sit, here we stand,
Here we claim the common land,
Nuclear arms shall not command,
Bring the message home. (chorus)

Singing voices, sing again,
To the children, to the men,
From the Channel to the glens,
Bring the message home. (chorus)

Not the nightmare, not the scream,
Just the loving human dream
Of peace, the everflowing stream,
Bring the message home. (chorus)

Woman tiger, woman dove,
Help to save the world we love,
Velvet fist in iron glove,
Bring the message home.

Chorus:
Carry Greenham home, yes,
Nearer home and far away,
Carry Greenham home.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Peace in our time,
Hekate

[Hekate]

16. We could have us a fine DU concert and rally

:-)


Hekate

#Why won't the Chickenhawk cross the road?#
#Why isn't the Chickenhawk waitin' on the levee?#

[tritsofme]

15. CSNY: Ohio

Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Four dead in Ohio.

Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are gunning us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.

Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are cutting us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.

[peacefreak]

17. Get Together

Love's is but the song we sing and fear's the way we die.
You can make the mountains ring or make the angels cry.
Know the dove is on the wing and you need not know why.

Chorus:
C'mon, people. Smile on your brother.
Hey, let's get together and love one another right now.

Some may come and some may go and we shall surely pass.
When the one who left us here returns for us at last.
We are just a moment's sunlight, fading on the grass.

Chorus

If you hear the song I sing, then you must understand,
You hold the key to love and fear. It's in your tremb'ling hand.
One key unlocks them both, you know, and it's at your command.

Chorus

Love's is but the song we sing and fear's the way we die.
You can make the mountains ring or make the angels cry.
Know the dove is on the wing and you need not know why.

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[_ed_]

18. You wonder why I always dress in black...

"Man In Black" - Johnny Cash

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.

[_ed_]

19. March

Here's another good one by a little known singer/songwriter duo from Texas. Unfortunately, they broke up about 8 years ago.

Jackopierce - "March"

"A daughter born the day they walked the moon
Somewhere on the edge of the Age of Aquarius
In the year her mother
Would have otherwise forgotten

July was very hot in North Carolina
So she left for Buffalo on a bus in the rain
With the steam off the asphalt still wet in her hair
And the pain of her soldier gone
Just sailed away

Before he was a soldier, he was just his mother's boy
And that's exaclty how she planned to keep him
His father died so long ago and he was all she had
Still she shared his love with a very young wife
And before the war things weren't so bad

But every generation makes the same mistakes
And still they send their sons away to do the same
The mothers cry and the daughters die inside
And the sons like the fathers
March

Whose hair was longer? I think his, she might say
But in the army they cut it all away
Too much room for wild thoughts to grow

And in the spring of his child's first year
The father, hey the son, the husband
Under beautiful sky, youth like fire in his eyes
He gave his life for nothin'
No, nothin' at all, they said

So many years and the pain it still remains
And now her daughter's man will sail away
Politics and promises forever the same
We take away and sacrifice what we cannot replace

And every generation makes the same mistakes
And still they send their sons away to do the same
And the mothers cry and the daughters die inside
And the sons like the fathers
Now the sons and the daughters
March

Buffalo in the winter, bitter as it is
Is home for three generations of widowed brides"

[ultraist]

20. The Marvin Gaye song in the OP is one of my all time favs! n/t

[_ed_]

21. Another one...

This sums up my thoughts about the "military-industrial complex" better than I ever could.

Masters of War - Bob Dylan

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

[Kazak]

22. S*T*E*R*E*O*L*A*B - Rose My Rocket Brain!

Rose My Rocket Brain!

The stance and demands must be clear:
backing the Iraqi people
against military action
As it stands it is guaranteed
that our disrespected leaders
are gonna get away with this
Marcher, what are you marching for?
weak with the political aim
The fate of Iraq will not be
in the hands of the Iraqis

When faced with war
we ought to ask, is it just?
is it unjust?
what can be done instead?
When faced with peace
we ought to think of the people
whose very world is threatened
by such a war
A peace movement should
radically challenge
the idea that the western powers have
the right to determine the
of the rest of the world,
Yet the anti-war movement today
passively takes on
the view of the west

No, not peace, protest to ????
???? � of western powers
There is no political case
No position to ??? our leaders
Even less for their demands for
??? politic and social changes
Nowhere is the people�s view heard
To ���. ???

Uniting the people around fears, frustrations �
That�s no way to create positive politics

[derby378]

23. The Green Fields of France

Old song lamenting the dead of WWI - still packs a punch today.

[DanCa]

24. Right now Devils and Dust Bruce Springsteen

I got my finger on the trigger
But I don't know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There's just devils and dust
We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home's a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust

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

Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
The smell began to rise

We've got God on our side
We're just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

Now every woman and every man
They want to 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

It'll take your God filled soul

Fill it with devils and dust

[bryant69]

26. A couple

I'm So Bored with the USA - The Clash

Compared to What - covered by Roberta Flack and David Holmes (both versions are quite good - David Holmes did the soundtracks to the Ocean's 11 movies).

Driven to Tears - The Police

There's so many possibilities truth to tell.

Bryant
Check it out --> http://politicalcomment.blogspot.com

[ret5hd]

27. THE BEST current protest song...with video...

"There's Something In The Air" by chris chandler
at http://chrisvids.org

[enlightenment]

29. Love all the above, but lately I've been hooked on this one:

War! - huh- yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh
War! – huh – yeah-
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y’all

War! – huh – good God
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me…

Ohhh… War! I despise
Because it means destruction’
Of innocent lives

War means tears
to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
and lose their lives

I said - War! Huh – Good God y’all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again

War! Whoa, Lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me…

War! It ain’t nothing but a heartbreaker
War! Friend only to the undertaker
War! It’s an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind

War has caused unrest in the younger generation
Induction then destruction-
Who wants to die?

Ohhh… War – Good God Y’all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it, Say it, Say it

War! Uh-huh – Yeah - Huh!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me…

War! It ain’t nothing but a heartbreaker
War! It’s got one friend, that’s the undertaker
War has shattered many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled bitter and mean
Life is much to precious to spend fighting wars these days
War can’t give life, it can only take it away

War! Huh – Good God y’all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again

War! Whoa, Lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me…

War! It ain’t nothing but a heartbreaker
War! Friend only to the undertaker
Peace Love and Understanding;
tell me, is there no place for them today?
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord knows there’s got to be a better way

War! Huh – Good God y’all
What is it good for?
You tell me
Say it, Say it, Say it


War! Huh – Good God y’all
What is it good for?
Stand up and shout it.
Nothing!

-- Edwin Starr

[Hekate]

30. "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" & "No Man's Land"

Both of them reference the senseless slaughter of World War I, and are by Eric Bogle of Australia.

The Clancy Brothers have beautiful versions of both songs on their CD "The Makem & Clancy Collection." (They no longer celebrate war in their mature years.)

THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA
By Eric Bogle

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Mathilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said, "Son
It's time to stop ramblin', 'cause there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And sent me away to the war

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears, flag-waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
When the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that Hell they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs to the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he'd primed himself well
He showered us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in 5 minutes flat we were all blown to Hell
Nearly blew us back home to Australia

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As we stopped to bury our slain
And we buried ours
And the Turks buried theirs
And it started all over again

Now those who were living did their best to survive
In a mad world of death, blood and fire
And for 7 long weeks I kept myself alive
While the corpses around me piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I awoke in my hospital bed
And saw what he had done
Christ I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dyin'

And no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
To the green bushes so far and near
For to hang tent and pegs
A man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded and maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The legless, the armless, the blind and insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda"
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
And they turned their faces away

Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving the dreams of past glory
I see the old men all twisted and torn
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask me, "What are they marchin' for?"
And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays "Waltzing Matilda"
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
Who'll go waltzing Matilda with me...


NO MAN’S LAND
By Eric Bogle

How do you do, Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun?
I’ve been walking all day and I’m nearly done.

And I see by your gravestone your were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene?

Chorus:
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did the rifles fire o’er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles play the last post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the "Flowers o’ the Forest"?

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
Ad though you died back in 1916
To that faithful heart are you forever 19?

Or are you a stranger without even a name
Forever enclosed behind some glass frame
In an old photograph torn and tattered and stained
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

(Chorus)

But the sun’s shining now on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have all vanished under the plow
No gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now

But here in this graveyard it’s still No Man’s Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned

(Chorus)

And I can’t help but wonder now, Willie McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?

The suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain
For Willie McBride it all happened again
And again and again and again and again

(Chorus)