Protest Songs

[bryant69]

Here's a question--what are some of your favorite Protest songs and why?

Making a mix for my website.

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

[Burma Jones]

1. Bob Dylan - Masters of War

He's REALLY pissed off, and he's right.

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

[bobthedrummer]

5. Without any hesitation I'd say Bob Dylan has a tangent point

located in protest music.

Then there is political reggae to consider, that still comes out of Jamaica and the other sunny islands.

[bryant69]

8. Actually for a Dylan Track.

I picked the Lonsome Death of Hattie Carroll, which is a bit more focused in my mind.

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
As they rode him in custody down to the station
And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room,
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears.

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears.

Also have "No Women No Cry" by Bob Marley

[fudge stripe cookays]

2. "Talkin Bout a Revolution" Tracy Chapman

Because until the last few years, I knew she was singing about something important and vital, but I didn't know how much.

Now I can appreciate this song in a whole new way-- it's brought me close to tears a few times.

[kispoko]

3. hm.....

favorite? probably billie holiday's "strange fruit." not often thought of as a protest song, but it's just that.... have to consider the era as well. pretty damning, and controversial because of it.

other than that, most of my others lie in the political and social commentary of certain hip-hop artists/songs.... from early public enemy to dead prez and talib kweli.


would like to hear good ones from other genres.....

[bryant69]

9. I didn't think of it--and it is a very good one

thanks

[fleetus]

4. Modern protest music that is pretty good.

Try Michael Franti and Spearhead. "Everyone Deserves Music"

You could preview some of the songs at Amazon.com. Although most war protest music goes back a few decades, it would be handy to have some songs that discuss current events on your mix.

Good luck. I like mix tapes.

[Kahuna]

6. Harvest for the World. Isley Bros.

Also my favorite Isley Bros. song.

[OhioStateProgressive]

7. The Bravery of Being Out of Range

I love it because it is a protest against Ronald Reagan and the original persian gulf war

The Bravery of Being out of Range - Roger Waters

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
You're at home an the range
You opened your 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 frontline 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
And 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 gained terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

[Kellanved]

10. Die Ärzte: Grotesksong

It's a protest song against protest songs... :evilgrin:


http://www.lyricsdepot.com/die-rzte/grotesksong.html

[Ottmar]

24. Bullet In The Head

by Rage Against The Machine.

Nigger - Clawfinger
Arschloch - Die Ärzte
Shadows Of Ourselves - Thievery Corporation

[Kellanved]

28. Welcome to DU

:hi:

[Bridget Burke]

11. ...a couple of suggestions....

"Wasteland of the Free" by Iris Dement is pretty good; you can hear the whole thing at http://wastelandofthefree.com/

Steve Earle's got tons of great songs--some with varying degrees of "social consciousness"--others specifically aimed at issues of the day. The rest are just good songs--he uses a variety of musical settings from acoustic picking to blistering rock (with significant stopovers in Bluegrass, Irish, Folk Rock & Honky Tonk). Get ALL his CD's!

Here's a link to lyrics for "El Corazon"--"Christmas Time in Washington" is one of my faves. www.steveearle.net/lyrics/ly-elcor.php

"....There's foxes in the hen house
Cows out in the corn
The unions have been busted
Their proud red banners torn
To listen to the radio
You'd think that all was well
But you and me and Cisco know
It's going straight to hell

"So come back, Emma Goldman
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barracades are goin' up
They cannot break our will
Come back to us, Malcolm X
And Martin Luther King
We're marching into Selma
As the bells of freedom ring

"So come back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes from paradise
And rise again somehow
If you run into Jesus
Maybe he can help you out
Come back Woody Guthrie to us now"

(While you're at it, check out Woody himself "as through this world you travel, you'll meet some funny men--some will rob you with a 6-gun & some with a fountain pen"...& maybe Leadbelly's "Bourgeois blues")

[A-Schwarzenegger]

16. I love "Wasteland of the Free"

Listen to it all the time. Gets me
good and wired to write up a storm.

[felonious thunk]

12. Jackson Browne - I am a patriot

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

[Catshrink]

13. Well, 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 Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
'Cause 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.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

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

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Country Joe and the Fish

[Catshrink]

14. Give Peace a Chance

Give Peace a Chance
- John Lennon

Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, ism ism ism
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance

(C'mon)
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Minister, Sinister, Banisters and Canisters,
Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, and Pop Eyes, Bye bye, Bye byes
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance

(Let me tell you now)
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Revolution, Evolution, Masturbation, Flagellation, Regulation,
Integrations, mediations, United Nations, congratulations
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance

Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary,
Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper,
Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna
Hare Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
(Repeat 'til the tape runs out)

[A-Schwarzenegger]

15. About anything by Phil Ochs.

Draft Dodger Rag
I Ain't Marchin' Anymore,
Outside Of A Small Circle Of Friends

[1monster]

17. In alphebetical order

Barry McGuire - Eve Of Destruction

The eastern world it is 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 no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And 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, the 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,
you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.


CRUEL WAR
Yarrow/Stookey © Neworld Media Music Publishers-
ASCAP/Silver Dawn Music- ASCAP
The Cruel War is raging, Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him from morning to night.
I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so,
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no.

Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
that your Captain will call you and you must obey.
Your captain will call you it grieves my heart so,
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no.

I'll tie back my hair, men's clothing I'll put on,
I'll pass as your comrade, as we march along.
I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know.
Won't you let me go with you?
No, my love, no.

Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind.
I love you far better than words can e're express
Won't you let me go with you?
Yes, my love, yes.
Yes, My Love, Yes.


EL SALVADOR
Noel Paul Stookey and Jim Wallis-
©1983 Neworld Media Music ASCAP

There's a sunny little country south of Mexico
Where the winds are gentle and the waters flow
But breezes aren't the only things that blow
in El Salvador
If you took the little lady for a moonlight drive
Odds are still good you'd come back alive
But everyone is innocent until they arrive
in El Salvador

If the rebels take a bus on the grand highway
The government destroys a village miles away
The man on the radio says 'now we'll play South of the Border'
And in the morning the natives say,
We're happy you have lived another day
Last night a thousand more passed away
in El Salvador

There's a television crew here from ABC
Filming Rio Lempe and the refugees
Calling murdered children the 'tragedy'
of El Salvador
Before the government cameras 20 feet away
Another man is asking for continued aid
Food and medicine and hand grenades
for El Salvador

There's a thump, a rumble, and the buildings sway
A soldier fires the acid spray
The public address system starts to play South of the Border
You run for cover and hide your eyes
You hear the screams from paradise
They've fallen further than you realize
in El Salvador

Just like Poland is 'protected' by her Russian friends
The junta is 'assisted' by Americans
And if 60 million dollars seems too much to spend
in El Salvador
They say for half a billion they could do it right
Bomb all day, burn all night
Until there's not a living thing upright
in El Salvador

They'll continue training troops in the USA
And watch the nuns that got away
And teach the military bands to play South of the Border
And kill the people to set them free
Who put this price on their liberty?
Don't you think it's time to leave
El Salvador?


FOUR DEAD IN OHIO
Neil Young
Tin soldiers and Nixon's bombing
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
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....
Tin soldiers and Nixon's bombing
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four Dead in Ohio
-Neil Young; Ohio


"The Merry Minuet" as sung by the Kingston Trio in the very early 60s.

They're rioting in Africa
They're starving in Spain
There're hurricanes in Florida
And Texas needs rain

The whole world is festering
With unhappy souls
The French hate the Germans
The Germans hate the Poles

Italians hate the Yugoslovs
South Africans hate the Dutch
And I don't like anybody very much!


Little Play Soldiers
(Brothers Four)
Two little soldiers
Their games are such fun
Each with his helmet and
Little toy gun
Pretending they're lying
On the battle field dead
After they're tucked away
Safely in bed.

Quiet! Don't disturb
All the innocence of youth.
Teach them not to lie,
But never tell them the truth
That men will fall and die
While little boys grow.
But little play soldiers
Too busy to know.

Little play soldiers
If only you knew
What kind of battles
Are waiting for you.

Little while crosses
And their rows are so long.
How will it end
If they don't know it's wrong?
For little play soldiers
Will never know why
We love them and kiss them
And send them to die.

Lives in the Balance
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


THE GREEN FIELDS OF FRANCE
By Eric Bogle

Well how do you do, Private William McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your grave side?
And I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you 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 sound the fife lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sing '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 faithful heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart are you always 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Forever enshrined behind some glass-pane
In an old photograph torn and tattered and stained
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?

Chorus

Well the sun's shining now on these green fields of France,
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance.
The trenches are vanished long under the plough
No gas, and 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?
You really believed that this war would end war?
But the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame -
The killing and dying - it was all done in vain.
For Willie McBride, it's all happened again
And again, and again, and again, and again.

Chorus


War 1983
U2

I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes
And make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...
'cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...tonight...

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday


And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

(Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

The real battle just begun
To claim the victory Jesus won
On...

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday...


WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Gone to young girls, every one!
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to young men, every one!
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young men gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone to soldiers, every one!
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?

And where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, a long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one!
When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn?

And where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing? Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, every one!
When will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn?


YOUR FLAG DECAL WON'T GET YOU INTO HEAVEN ANY MORE
by John Prine

While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I tell her how good I feel.

Chorus:
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.

Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me,
"If you join the Christmas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for free."
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I took her up on what she said.
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's forehead.

Repeat Chorus:

Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn't see.
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree.
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...

But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more

[HEyHEY]

18. Volunteers of america

[tigereye]

19. Ball of Confusion

forget the group,

U2 Sunday Bloody Sunday

Midnight Oil, My Country, from Earth and Sun and Moon;

Billy Bragg, Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards ( well, sort of protesting protests, in a way :) from Workers Playtime

Billy Bragg and Wilco version of Woody Guthrie lyric, Kill The Fascists? on Mermaid Ave 2

Turn, Turn, Turn by the Byrds, always think of this as a protest song for some reason

Green Day, Warning

NOFX The Idiots Have Taken Over

Songs by the Clash, take your pick.

Bob Marley, Songs of Freedom

Bob Dylan Political World from Oh Mercy, The Times They Are a Changing

Patti Smith People Have the Power, All That Glitters

Easy to tell I don't feel like working, eh?

good question, good luck

[Laughing Mirror]

20. Ball of Confusion was by the Temptations

and from that era:

La La Peace Song - O.C. Smith

Stop the War Now - Edwin Starr

My People, Hold On - Eddie Kendricks

I Shall Be Released - Marion Williams

Black Skin Blue-Eyed Boys, Ain't Gonna Fight Your Dumb Old Wars - The Equals

[screwfacecapone]

21. hip hop songs

If you are into hip hop, there are some good anti-war songs.

Peep war by outkast, and also there is a rapper named paris. His whole album sonic jihad is a must buy for anyone who dislikes Bush's policies. You can download the single 'what would you do' from his website. http://www.guerrillafunk.com . While you are there, read some of the things in the thought box also.

Fredwreck, a popular producer on the west coast, who has produced songs for rappers like snoop dogg, the dogg pound, and others, has an anti-war song 'stop', which you can download from his website at http://www.fredwreck.com .

Esham, a big player on the detroit underground rap scene has a song called 'no war' on his latest album, repentance.

[mdmc]

22. WAR

Marley, Bob Marley

Dylan Oxford town Oxford town

[earthman dave]

23. Almost anything by Rage Against the Machine

There's just the four of them - one bass, one drummer, one guitarist, one vocalist, and yet the music is so funky, the beats are amazing, the lyrics are totally uncompromising, it's like the essence of rock IMO. Anything off their first album is guaranteed quality, and still sounds as fresh today as it did ten years ago.

[LastKnight]

25. it will be relevant as long as...

dumbasses like bush are still around. a few favorites of mine as far as protest songs are... 'township rebellion' 'freedom' 'take the power back' 'know your enemy' 'wake up' 'testify' ect ect ect... i can dig up lyrics if requested

-LK

[MaineDem]

26. Current favorite - Dixie Chick's "Travelin' Soldier"

THis makes me cry every time I hear it. I have never been a fan of theirs (I normally hate country music) but I bought the CD after all the political ruckus. This song reminds me of the guys I knew in Vietnam and I bawl like a baby every time...


Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He’s a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin’ down for a while
And talking to me,
I’m feeling a little low
She said I’m off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don’t care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin’ for the love of a travelin’ soldier
Over love will never end
Waitin’ for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier’s coming home

So the letters came from an army camp
In california then vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it’s getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin’ down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don’t worry but I won’t be able to write for awhile



One friday night at a football game
The lord’s prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

[qwertyMike]

27. "And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda"

Danny Boy isn't bad either

[Whitacre D_WI]

29. 2 + 2 = ?

by the Bob Seger System.

[LWolf]

30. Here are some currently within reach:

"My hero, Mr. President" Paula Cole
"Shadow Government" Hugh Blumenfeld
"Power to the People" Lennon
"Fixin' to Die Rag" Country Joe & the Fish
"Masters of War" Dylan
"The List" John McCutcheon
"Hail to the Chief" John McCutcheon
"Talking Pat & Jerry Blues" John McCutcheon
"To Washington" John Mellencamp
"Eve of Destruction" Barry McGuire
"Talkin' John Birch Society Blues" Dylan
"Sound of Silence" Simon & Garfunkle
"Ashcroft's Army" John McCutcheon
"Abraham, Martin, & John" Dion

[RedEarth]

31. "Eve of Destruction" and "Where Have All The Flowers Gone"

Barry McGuire and Peter, Paul and Mary

[LoZoccolo]

32. There's a whole website of free ones.

http://www.protest-records.com