Favorite Protest Song

[seito]

Here is mine

"One Tin Soldier (The Legend 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 a 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 blowin' come the judgment 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 blowin' come the judgment 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 blowin' come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after, one tin soldier rides away.

[NamVetsWeeLass]

1. For what it's worth---Buffalo Springfield

Buffalo Springfield

For What It's Worth
Stephen Stills, 1966

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

[intheflow]

10. This is one of my foundational songs

If it weren't for the protest music of the '60's and '70's, I probably would have turned out to be a hawkish republican like the rest of my family.

(Except my older sister who introduced me to this music, God love her!)

I'm sure that this song, discovered in my early childhood, helped shaped the peace activist I am now.

[Bjornsdotter]

19. That's a good one! n/t

[goodboy]

2. MASTERS OF WAR

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

[GCP]

16. The best anti-war song EVER

He must have been inspired when he wrote that song.

[goodboy]

20. Yes, have your heard Pearl Jam's cover of that tune?

[GCP]

24. Yes, it's a fantastic cover version

I love Eddie's voice.

[ET Awful]

3. Lives in the Balance - Jackson Browne (but done better IMO

by Richie Havens)

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

[mairceridwen]

4. too many puppies

by Primus

Too many puppies are being shot in the dark.
Too many puppies are trained not to bark.
At the sight of blood that must be spille dso that
We may maintain our oil fields.
Too many puppies
Too many puppies are taught to heal.
Too many puppies are trained to kill.
On the command of men wearing money belts that buy
Mistresses sleek animal pelts.
Too many puppies.

Too many puppies with guns in their hands.
Too many puppies in foreign lands.
Are dressed up sharp in suits of green and
Placed upon the war machine.
Too many puppies are just like me.
Too many puppies are afraid to see.
The visions of the past brought to life again,
Too many puppies, too many dead men.

[Left Is Write]

5. Born In The USA

BORN IN THE USA
Bruce Springsteen

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "Son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone Daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking Daddy in the U.S.A.



BTW - I think "One Tin Soldier" is especially relevant in today's current climate.

[intheflow]

6. Ella's Song: "We who believe in freedom shall not rest until it comes"

Ella's Song
Lyrics and music by Bernice Johnson Reagon
Sung by Sweet Honey in the Rock

We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes

Until the killing of black men, black mothers' sons
Is as important as the killing of white men, white mothers' sons

That which touches me most is that I had a chance to work with people
Passing on to others that which was passed on to me

To me young people come first, they have the courage where we fail
And if I can but shed some light as they carry us through the gale

The older I get the better I know that the secret of my going on
Is when the reins are in the hands of the young, who dare to run against the storm

Not needing to clutch for power, not needing the light just to shine on me
I need to be one in the number as we stand against tyranny

Struggling myself don't mean a whole lot, I've come to realize
That teaching others to stand up and fight is the only way my struggle survives

I'm a woman who speaks in a voice and I must be heard
At times I can be quite difficult, I'll bow to no man's word

We who believe in freedom cannot rest
We who believe in freedom cannot rest until it comes

[Left Is Write]

7. And another from me: War

WAR
Barrett Strong

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War is something that I despise
For it means destruction of innocent lives
For it means tears in thousands of mothers' eyes
When their sons go out to fight to give their lives

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War is the enemy of all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
Handed down from generation to generation
Induction destruction
Who wants to die

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

War has shattered many young men's dreams
Made them disabled bitter and meanLife is too precious to be fighting wars
each day
War can't give life it can only take it away

War
It's nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
Peace love and understanding
There must be some place for these things today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But Lord there's gotta be a better way
That's better than
War

War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing

[BenDavid]

A new song from John Foggerty

Deja Vu (All Over Again)
Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you try to read the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again

Day by day I hear the voices rising
Started with a whisper like it did before
Day by day we count the dead and dying
Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again

One by one I see the old ghosts rising
Stumblin' 'cross Big Muddy
Where the light gets dim
Day after day another Momma's crying
She's lost her precious child
To a war that has no end

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you stop to read the writing at The Wall
Did that voice inside you say
I've seen this all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again
It's like Deja Vu all over again

[BenDavid]

8. A new song from John Foggerty

Deja Vu (All Over Again)
Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you try to read the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again

Day by day I hear the voices rising
Started with a whisper like it did before
Day by day we count the dead and dying
Ship the bodies home while the networks all keep score

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Could your eyes believe the writing on the wall
Did that voice inside you say I've heard it all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again

One by one I see the old ghosts rising
Stumblin' 'cross Big Muddy
Where the light gets dim
Day after day another Momma's crying
She's lost her precious child
To a war that has no end

Did you hear 'em talkin' 'bout it on the radio
Did you stop to read the writing at The Wall
Did that voice inside you say
I've seen this all before
It's like Deja Vu all over again
It's like Deja Vu all over again

[Sporadicus]

9. 'I Ain't Marching Anymore' by the Late, Great Phil Ochs

Invoking memories of the bloody history of the US, 'Marching' was a call for resistance to the draft & involvement in Vietnam. Phil's background in journalism gives his lyrics a sense of urgency absent from many other songwriters of that era. Also check out 'Draft Dodger Rag.'

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

[intheflow]

12. Excellent tune!

Not only great lyrically, but brilliant musically. I love how Ochs varies the tempo throughout the song, speeding it up and slowing it down. This song refuses to march by its very musicality!

Good call! :thumbsup:

[Mojambo]

21. Good one. I also like "Is There Anybody Here"

Is there anybody here who’d like to change his clothes into a uniform,
Is there anybody here who thinks they’re only serving in a raging storm.

Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes,
Loyal to the end, whose duty is to die,
I want to see him, I want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name,
Pin a medal on the man.

Is there anybody here who’d like to wrap a flag around an early grave,
Is there anybody here who thinks they’re standing taller on a battle wave.

Is there anybody here like to do his part,
Soldier to the world and a hero to his heart,
I want to see him, I want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name,
Pin a medal on the man.


Is there anybody here proud of the parade,
Who’d like to give a cheer and show they’re not afraid.
I’d like like to ask him what he’s trying to defend,
I’d like to ask him what he thinks he’s gonna win.

Is there anybody here who thinks that following orders takes away the blame
Is there anybody here who’d wouldn’t mind a murder by another name

Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line,
With the honor of the brave and the courage of the blind,
I want to see him, I want to wish him luck,
I wanna shake his hand, gonna call his name,
Pin a medal on the man.

Medal on the man.

[zonker]

11. Abraham Martin and John

Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
You know, I just looked around and he's gone.

Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked around and he's gone.

Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked 'round and he's gone.

Didn't you love the things that they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
And we'll be free
Some day soon, and it's a-gonna be one day ...

Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
I thought I saw him walk up over the hill,
With Abraham, Martin and John.

[Bjornsdotter]

18. That song...

...always makes me cry. I've heard it 3 times this week on the radio.

[peacefreak]

27. Hey Zonk!

Welcome to DU.:hi:

[xpunkisneatx]

13. "What are we fighting for?" - Live

Battle flag in the bassinet
Oil and blood on the bayonet
Crowded downtown hit the floor
What are we fightin' for?

What are we fightin' for?
What are we fightin' for?

The world got smaller but the bombs got bigger
Holocaust on a hairpin trigger
Aint no game so forget the score
What are we fightin' for?

What are we fightin' for?
What are we fightin' for?
What are we fightin' for?

What will I tell my daughter?
What will you tell your son?
Where were all the doves?
That we were nothing but a shadow,
a faceless generation devoid of love?

The crucifix ain't no baseball bat
Tell me what kind of God is that?
Ain't nothing more godless than a war
So what are we fightin' for?

What are we fightin' for?
What are we fightin' for?
What are we fightin' for?

What will I tell my daughter?
What will you tell your son?
Where were all the doves?
That we were nothing but a shadow,
A faceless generation?

What are we fightin' for?

[Jersey Devil]

14. Laydown (Candles in the Rain ) - Melanie Safka

Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world spins 'round.
Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world's spinning 'round.
We were so close there was no room,
We bled inside each other's wounds,
We all had caught the same disease,
We all sang the songs of peace.
Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world spins 'round.
Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world's spinning 'round.
So raise your candles high,
Oh, did you know we cound save black against the night?
Oh raise them higher again
And if you do we could stay dry against the rain.
Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world spins 'round.
Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world's spinning 'round.
We were so close there was no room,
We bled inside each other's wounds,
We all had caught the same disease,
We all sang the songs of peace.
Some came to sing,
Some came to pray,
Some came to keep
The dark away.
So raise your candles high,
Oh, did you know we cound save black against the sky?
Oh raise them higher again
And if you do we could stay dry against the rain.
Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world spins around.
Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world's spinning 'round.
Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world spins around.
Lay down, lay down
Lay it all down,
Let your white bird smile up
While the world's spinning 'round.

[info being]

15. Mosh has to be up there

[JimmyJazz]

17. The Call Up

(The Clash)

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...

[kodi]

22. christmas in the trenches

My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear.
'Twas Christmas in the trenches, where the frost so bitter hung,
The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung
Our families back in England were toasting us that day
Their brave and glorious lads so far away.

I was lying with my messmate on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Says I, ``Now listen up, me boys!'' each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear.
``He's singing bloody well, you know!'' my partner says to me
Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony
The cannons rested silent, the gas clouds rolled no more
As Christmas brought us respite from the war
As soon as they were finished and a reverent pause was spent
``God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen'' struck up some lads from Kent
The next they sang was ``Stille Nacht.'' ``Tis `Silent Night','' says I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky
``There's someone coming toward us!'' the front line sentry cried
All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright
As he, bravely, strode unarmed into the night
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's Land
With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own
Young Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of men


Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each prepared to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night
``Whose family have I fixed within my sights?''
'Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost, so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been crumbled and were gone forevermore


My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its lessons well
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we're the same


it is a true event. the soldiers on both sides were removed from the lines afterwards because of fears that they could not be trusted to fight.

strange that the birthday of the Prince of Peace actually affected what we all hope for. whether one believes in Jesus as Christ, there is no doubt of the power of his message to transform ourselves. that Christmas in France in 1914 is a testament to it.

[CBHagman]

41. I have the John McDermott version of that.

The weekend after September 11th, 2001, I took out the McDermott CD and played it again and again, especially "The Green Fields of France," an Eric Bogle song that my Irish neighbor used to sing. McDermott sings it very simply, Ronan Tynan in a very maudlin fashion, but I think it's best sung in anger, particularly the last verse.

We hadn't yet gone formally to war that weekend, but we could all see where we were headed. God help the whole world.

The Green Fields of France

How do you do young, Willie McBride.
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
And rest for a while 'neath 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 great fallen in 1916.
I hope you died well and I hope you died clean
Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene.


Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?


Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
Although you died back in 1916
In that faithful heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Enclosed then forever behind a glass frame
In an old photograph torn, battered and stained
And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame?


Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?


The sun now it shines on the green fields of France.
There's a warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance.
And look how the sun shines from under the clouds.
There's no gas, no barbwire, there's no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard it's still no man's land.
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
To a whole generation that were butchered and damned.

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

Now, young Willie McBride, I can't help wonder why
Do those who lie here know why did they die?
Did they believe when they answered the call?
Did they really believe that this war would end wars?
Well, the sorrow, the suffering, the glory, the pain
The killing and the dying were all done in vain
For, young Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again and again and again and again

Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the fife lowly?
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down?
Did the band play the Last Post and Chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

On the same CD is "And the Band Played 'Waltzing Matilda,'" another great antiwar song.

[darkstar]

23. Thanks for the thread seitom and welcome to DU !

:hi:

And thanks to every one else for posting. Fun to read these lyrics standing on their own. And I learned soething, too: I always assumed Melanie was singing "let your white bird fly up," even though it didn't sound like that.

For my contribution, a hippie anthem of mine:

"What Are Their Names," David Crosby

I wonder who they are
The men who really run this land
And I wonder why they run it
With such a thoughtless hand.
Tell me what are their names,
And on what street do they live?
I'd like to ride right over
This afternoon and give
Them a piece of my mind
About peace for mankind
Peace is not
An awful lot
To ask.

[Threedifferentones]

25. This is a good one, although it isn't specifically about war

Fortunate Son

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.
Yeah!

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,

It's the music as much as the lyrics that make it so great, I lovethis song!


3DO

[welshTerrier2]

26. The Times They Are a-Changing ... plus this long list ...

find the cost of freedom - crosby stills nash and young
ohio - crosby stills nash and young
for what it's worth - buffalo springfield
the ballad of penny evans - steve goodman
the presidential rag - arlo guthrie
masters of war - dylan
I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-to-Die Rag - country joe and the fish
alice's restaurant - arlo guthrie
the story in your eyes - the moody blues
the big muddy - pete seeger
the 7 o'clock news - simon and garfunkel
i'm going to say it now - phil ochs
if it were up to me - cheryl wheeler
freedom - richie havens

[proud2BlibKansan]

28. Best anti US song ever

Artist: Randy Newman
Song: Political Science

No one likes us
I don't know why.
We may not be perfect
But heaven knows we try.
But all around even our old friends put us down.
Let's drop the big one and see what happens.

We give them money
But are they grateful?
No they're spiteful
And they're hateful.
They don't respect us so let's surprise them;
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them.

Now Asia's crowded
And Europe's too old.
Africa's far too hot,
And Canada's too cold.
And South America stole our name.
Let's drop the big one; there'll be no one left to blame us.


We'll save Australia;
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo.
We'll build an all-American amusement park there;
They've got surfing, too.

Well, boom goes London,
And boom Paris.
More room for you
And more room for me.
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town.
Oh, how peaceful it'll be;
We'll set everybody free;
You'll have Japanese kimonos, baby,
There'll be Italian shoes for me.
They all hate us anyhow,
So let's drop the big one now.
Let's drop the big one now.

[Midlodemocrat]

29. Mine is where have all the flowers gone?

[Catchawave]

30. Love this thread :)))

Let's have a DU Sing-a-long (aka, non-violent war protest), all my favs are here:

http://www.brownielocks.com/sixtieswarsongs.html
60's(Sixties) War Protest Songs - Sing Along with Brownielocks & The 3 Bears.

[seito]

35. Thanks for the link

This site is great.

Here is a link to shrub protest songs
http://www.bumpsy.org/

[charlyvi]

31. Blowin' In The Wind---Dylan eom

[Sabriel]

32. Johnny Cash's "The Ballad of Ira Hayes"

It puts a human face on the people who go and come back and yet are still considered second-class citizens because of their racial designation.

[Catchawave]

33. Eve of Destruction

http://www.brownielocks.com/eveofdestruction.html

[Zensea]

34. This Land is Your Land

and many of the others I see listed above

[WMliberal]

36. We're Going to War- Marx Brothers.

pure genius. Hail Freedonia!

[Catchawave]

37. "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel

http://www.shsu.edu/~eng_wpf/authors/Joel/fire.htm

From 1989, but thought the younger DUers might enjoy the history lesson:headbang:

And yes, if the link works, those ARE the lyrics to the song <g>

[CanuckAmok]

38. I Ain't Marchin' - Phil Ochs, and "March o/t Covert Battallions" - B.Bragg

I Ain't Marchin' - 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 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 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,
No I ain't marchin' any more



"Marching Song of the Covert Batallions" - Billy Bragg

Here we are, seeking out the reds
Trying to keep the communists in order
Just remember when you're sleeping in your beds
They're only two days drive from the texas border

How can a country large as ours
Be scared of such a threat
Well if they won't work for us
They're against us you can bet
They may be sovereign countries
But you folks at home forget
That they all want what we've got
But they don't know it yet

We're making the world safe for capitalism

Here we come with our candy and our guns
And our corporate muscle marches in behind us
For freedom's just another world for nothing left to sell
And if you want narcotics we can get you those as well

We help the multi-nationals
When they cry out protect us
The locals scream and shout a bit
But we don't let that affect us
We're here to lend a helping hand
In case they don't elect us
How dare they buy our products
Yet still they don't respect us

We're making the world safe for capitalism

If you thought the army
Was here protecting people like yourself
I've some news for you
We're here to defend wealth
Away with nuns and bishops
The good lord will help those that help themselves
I've some news for you
We're here to defend wealth

We're making the world safe for capitalism

[Heimdallr]

39. Let's have a War, by Fear.

"So you can go die"

[Queen Jane]

40. A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

I have a lot of favorites really, but that's the one that's been running through my head since early on the morning of November 3rd.