What songs from the 60s & 70s that could have been written yesterday?

[MindPilot]

right off the top I thought of Monster, Eve of Destruction, Sky Pilot, and of course the I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag.

[BlueManDude]

1. What's Goin' On? - Marvin Gaye

Sadly just as accurate.

[Iris]

2. That song by Buffalo Spring field.

The lyrics go "There's somethin' happen' here. What it is ain't exactly clear."

[MindPilot]

5. For What It's Worth n/t

I say again: n/t

[mr_hat]

3. Yummy, Yummy, Yummy (I've Got Love in My Tummy)

[AwakeAtLast]

8. ROTFLMFAO!!!!!

My cousin used to sing that to me to tick me off! (and it worked every time)

edited spelling.

[JimmyJazz]

4. The Call Up - the Clash - it's about the draft

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?

It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die!
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill!

For he who will die
Is he who will kill

Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields
Over Kiev and down to the sea

All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes

There is a rose that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance an' I should be with her
There is a town - unlike any other

It's up to you not to hear the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who give you work an' why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose...
Yeah!

[jeff30997]

6. Give peace a chance.

[greatauntoftriplets]

7. The Times They Are a Changing.....

Masters of War.

Dylan.

[greendog]

14. "With God On Our Side" and...

..."Chimes Of Freedom"

[NightTrain]

9. Edwin Starr's "War."

[Khephra]

10. Everything off of Rage Against the Machine and A Perfect Circle's

remake cds.

[Dancing_Dave]

11. "Imagine"

There's a great new subversive music video version of it now:
http://www.video-c.co.uk/default.asp?microsite=aper001#

This certainly involves todays global cyberspace underground which is so intensely involved in shaping the psyche and consciousness of college and highschool students everywhere:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x2375421#2375772

[johnnie]

12. Give me some truth-Lennon

I’m sick and tired of hearing
Things
From uptight-short sighted-
Narrow minded hypocritics

All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

I’ve had enough of reading
Things
By nuerotic-pyschotic-
Pig headed politicians

All I want is the truth
Just give me 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

I’m sick to death of seeing
Things
From tight lipped-
Condescending -mommies little
Chauvinists

All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

I’ve had enough of watching
Scenes
Of schizophrenic - ego - centric
- paranoic - prima - donnas

All I want is the truth
Just give me some truth

[Dancing_Dave]

17. You've really got something there!

:yourock:

[AlCzervik]

13. I'd love to change the world by Alvin Lee and 10 years after

[Ruffhowse]

15. "Fortunate Son" by Credence Clearwater Revival

[liberalhistorian]

18. Ah,

good one! And now that I'm the mother of a 13-year-old son that could very well be caught soon in Shrub's endless wars.....so very appropriate!

"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 fortune one!"

[greendog]

23. It ain't me,

...Babe.


"You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,"

"You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe."

Dylan, 1964

[cruadin]

16. "Subterranean Homesick Blues" by Dylan, because...

...
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
...

[Demeter]

19. Sounds of Silence

and all the anti-war songs have a special edge to them.

[SCRUBDASHRUB]

21. Masters of War by 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

[SCRUBDASHRUB]

22. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

[HuskiesHowls]

20. American Woman by the Guess Who

"I don't need your war machines,
I don't need your ghetto scenes,
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else's eyes"

[AmericanErrorist]

24. I Ain't Marching Anymore- Phil Ochs

[kohodog]

25. This is the Eve of Destruction

[liberalhistorian]

26. "Ripped open by metal explosion,

caught in barbed wire, fire ball
bullet shot
Bayonet electricity,
shrapnelled, throbbing meat
Electronic data processing
Bland uniform, carbines
Raise all the rifles, shoot thru the muscles
256 Vietcong (Iraqis?) captured!
256 Vietcong (Iraqis?) captured!

Prisoners in Niggertown, it's a dirty little war
3500
Take weapons up and begin to kill
watch all the armies drifting over

A song from the 1968 Broadway musical Hair, based on an Allen Ginsberg poem. The 3500 refers to McNamara's statement that we were killing approximately 3500 of the Vietcong enemy every month; Ginsberg uses it as a recurring motif throughout his very long poem.

Powerful stuff then, equally powerful now.

[blondeatlast]

27. "War" by the late, great Edwin Starr. nt

[u4ic]

28. Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell

with a minor changes...DDT to a newer pesticide, or biotech.


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
Put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people
A dollar and a half just 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 put up a parking lot

Hey farmer farmer
Put away the D.D.T. now
Give me spots on my apples
But leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
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

Late last night
I heard my 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

I said don't it always seem to go
that you dont know what you've got
Till it's gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot