Your Favorite Protest or Anti-War Songs

g under p

Post your best protest or anti-war songs and I'll try and cover as many genre of music as possible.

and here in an acoustic solo by Eddie Vedder and Ben Harper from the forthcoming album ....BODY OF WAR,...."No More War"

Eddie Vedder sings "No More War" Live on acoustic guitar

Eddie Vedder - No More War Lyrics

No More War

I speak for a man who gave for this land
Took a bullet in the back for his pay
Spilled his blood in the dirt and the dust
He's back to say:

What he has seen is hard to believe
And it does no good to just pray
He asks of us to stand
And we must end this war today

With his mind, he's saying, "No more!"
With his heart, he's saying, "No more!"
With his life he's saying, "No more war!"

With his eyes, he's saying, "No more!"
With his body, he's saying, "No more!"
With his voice, he's saying, "No more war!"

Yeah, nothing's too good for a veteran
Yeah, this is what they say
So nothing is what they will get
And there's no American way

The lies we were told to get us to go
Were criminal (?)... let us be straight
Let's get to the point where our voices get heard
And I know what I'll say

With his mind, he's saying, "No more!"
With his heart, he's saying, "No more!"
With his life he's saying, "No more war!"

With his eyes, he's saying, "No more!"
With his voice, he's saying, "No more!"
With his body, he's saying, "No more war!"

No more innocents dying
No more terror rising
No more eulogizing
No more evangelizing
No more presidents lying
No more war

With our minds, we're saying, "No more!"
With our hearts, we're saying, "No more!"
With our lives, we're saying, "No more war!"





SARA THOMSEN

Watch her video here Is It For Freedom

Is It For Freedom?

Rulers of the nations as you fuss and fight
Over who owns this or that and who has the right
To design, build, sell and store and fire
All the bombs and guns to defend your holy empire

There are children hungry, children sick and dying
There are mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers crying
They're only pawns in your play of power and corruption
Slowly starve them, your new weapon of mass destruction

CHORUS:
And prove to me America, that you care
And prove to me America, that you're aware
Who's dying for your freedom in this land?
Who pays the cost for the liberties you demand?

Is it for freedom, or our comfort and convenience
Is it to profit for big business we pledge our allegiance
Are we prisoners in the land of the brave and the bold?
Held by indifference or hearts grown hard and cold

CHORUS

Children of the world, you have the right
To sing and dance, run and play, let your dreams take flight
As the innocent die you rulers carry the shame
And if we stand idly by we share in the blame

And oh, America, do we care?
Oh, America, are we aware?
Who's dying for our comfort in this land?
Who pays the cost for the convenience we demand?

Children of the world, you have the right
To sing and dance, run and play, let your dreams take flight






Watch their video here from the movie "300" Prophets Of War


Prophets Of War

[Music: Dream Theater / Lyrics: James LaBrie]

It burns deep down inside of me,
We have ourselves to blame.
Not questioning, accepted as the truth.

Debate this fight it's just cause
The facts do not support theirs
To liberate a people
And rid them of tyrant rule

Is it time to make a change?
Are we closer than before?
Can we help them break away?
Are we profiting from war?

It's time to make a change.

Intrigued
Got your attention - deceived
Since the inception - our brave
Fight for what reason

Compelled
Can we clean up this mess?
The loss of loved ones
A perverse request
They continue the same rhetoric
These derelicts that profit
Win or lose

Is it time to make a change?
Are we closer than before?
Can we help them break away?
Are we profiting from war?
It's time to make a change

Time for change
Fight the fear
Find the truth
Time for change

The only thing
That I believe
Will help us see this through is faith.
Pray they will forgive,
Forgive our arrogance,
So we can make it right,
Right what they have wronged.

See you sweat
Unexpected, controversial
Get used to it
Things are gonna get personal
Your sympathy
A pitiful display you stutter
Your empathy
Means nothing if there is no honor
Responsible
Of this you are incapable
We implicate
Incriminate - Exacerbate - Too much at stake

Our Fathers, Mothers
Sisters, Brothers
Sons and Daughters
Forced
Perpetuating their ideals
A mindless act
To stay the course

Is it time to make a change?
Are we closer than before?
Can we help them break away?
Are we profiting from war?

Is it time to make a change?
Are we closer than before?
Can we help them break away?
Are we profiting from war?
Is it time to make a change?
A change from what it's been
Can we help them break away?
Is our patience wearing thin?
It's time to make a change

Time for change
Fight the fear
Find the truth
Time for change

Peace

suns rival

Masters Of War by Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the 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 all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
Then you hide in your mansion
While the 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

pjoasisrule

Pete Seeger - Bring Em Home

intoodeep

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

reversedarwinism

no one wins, its a WAR OF MAN - Neil

tybird

1) Biko~Peter Gabriel
2) Ohio~Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
3) Dress Blues~Jason Isbel
4) The Man I Shot~Drive by-Truckers
5) Piece of Crap~Neil Young & Crazy Horse

intodeep

reversedarwinism wrote:

no one wins, its a WAR OF MAN - Neil

This is what came to mind for me. It is by far one of my favorites.
Then i noticed tybird took my next fav ohio.. .but i'm gonna post about it anyway

I think this one is not a true protest song perhaps but a reaction to it. I think it deserves to be mentioned though

Ohio- written by Neil Young

Here are two great Youtube clips using imagies from that sad day at Kent
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u1eyuH1-8A4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvg4n8Txgdc

Take a moment to check them out some of the pictures are ... well powerful i guess is the best way to put it.

"Ohio"

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

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?

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 coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.

g under p

This is another song that's one of my favorite and a classic anti-war song, that's a different style of music. A song that truly relates to our government and our world today. Checkout the words to this song and the mindset Ozzy had towards:



THOSE WHO START WARS NEVER FIGHT THEM,
THOSE WHO FIGHT WARS NEVER LIKE THEM....Michael Franti

Take a look here and see OZZY OSBOURNE
War Pigs

Generals gathered in their masses
just like witches at black masses
evil minds that plot destruction
sorcerers of death's construction
in the fields the bodies burning
as the war machine keeps turning
death and hatred to mankind
poisoning their brainwashed minds, oh lord yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
they only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah!

Now in darkness, world stops turning
ashes were the bodies burning
No more war pigs of the power
Hand of god has struck the hour
Day of judgement, god is calling
on their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings

OH LORD YEAH!

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like Witches at Black Masses
In the fields their bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning

Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction
It's the same wherever you go
To the War Pigs people know

OH LORD YEAH!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgement day comes ... Yeah!

People running like they're sheep in fields
People blowing out their minds
Say that you're dying here ... I know it now
Hey, you're the goner at the end ... Yeah!

On the scene a priest appears
Hell is falling at his knees
Satan sends out funeral pyre
Cast the priest into the fire

It's the place for all bad sinners
Watch them eating dead rat cinders
It's the same wherever you go
To Black Masses people go

OH LORD YEAH!

Have a Peaceful day everybody

hendrix78

Jimi Hendrix - Machine Gun, and his version of the Star-Spangled Banner. Both make brilliant use of the capabilities of the electric guitar to paint a picture of a country torn apart by war.

lalalalaaaaaaaa

Commando by The Ramones

They do their best, do what they can
To get them ready for Vietnam
From old Hanoi to East Berlin
Commando involved again

First rule is: the laws of Germany
Second rule is: be nice to mommy
Third rule is: don't talk to commies
Fourth rule is: eat kosher salami

g under p

Sorry but I'm in a serious Anti-War mode and this song takes the cake as I jam to it! Besides I KNOW somebody is going to post it soon.





Though this is NOT one of my favorite bands, however I must give credit where credit is due. G n R I must say came up with another obscure anti-war CLASSIC with this song "Cival War." Besides it has lines from one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time "Cool Hand Luke" with Paul Newman and Acadamy Award Winner from this movie George Kennedy. With the best Southern drawl......

Strother Martin wrote:

"What we've got here is failure to communicate
Some men you just can't reach...
So you get what we had here last week
Which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
And I don't like it anymore than you men"*

AND

Peruvian militant general wrote:

"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials for example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer"**

Check it here with clips from the movie "Saving Private Ryan"...Guns and Roses "CIVIL WAR


"Civil War" is a Guns N' Roses song (written by Axl Rose, Slash and Duff McKagan), originally appearing on the 1990 album "Nobody's Child", a fundraising compilation for Romanian orphans. It is a protest song about war, that amongst other things say that a civil war only "feeds the rich while it buries the poor". Notably, the United States was involved in no major military operations at the time of its recording, so it is mostly thought of as a tribute of sorts to 1960's anti-Vietnam protest songs.

The song also mentions John F. Kennedy's assassination with the lyrics: "and in my first memories they shot Kennedy," as well as the battle for civil rights and the Vietnam War.

The line, "Did you wear a black armband when they shot the man who said, 'Peace could last forever'" could be referring to the black hand's assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand that triggered World War I. It could also refer to the assassination of John Lennon, who strongly opposed the Vietnam war. The black armbands a sign of mourning, so the whole line asks whether we mourned for John Lennon as many others did at that time.
HOWEVER,

On September 27, 1993 Duff McKagan explains where the song came from in an interview on Rockline: "Basically it was a riff that we would do at sound-checks. Axl came up with a couple of lines at the beginning. And... I went in a peace march, when I was a little kid, with my mom. I was like four years old. For Martin Luther King. And that's when: "Did you wear the black arm band when they shot the man who said: "Peace could last forever"?. It's just true-life experiences, really."


Civil War
Written/Music by : Slash, McKagan, Rose


Album : Use Your Illusion II
Guns N' Roses

"What we've got here is failure to communicate
Some men you just can't reach...
So you get what we had here last week
Which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
And I don't like it anymore than you men"*

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The wau they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way they've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and the human rights
And all thses things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

D'You wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
And I went numb when I learned to see
So I never felt for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedon when it's not in your hands
When everybody's fighting for the promise land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes you're filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And i don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changes my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars

"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials for example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer"**

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil about war anyway

* Strother Martin - from the film "Cool Hand Luke"
** Peruvian Guerilla General

The song ends with the telling line, "What's so civil about war anyway?", a word play on the dual meaning of the word civil.

Sometimes when you get an anti-war song right I gather it doesn't matter who the band is. One of only a few songs I liked by Guns and Roses. "Aint That Fresh"

Peace

No_ones_rival

Fields of Agony by No Use For A Name


How many people, how many have died?
I'm feeling lucky and afraid at the same time
How many times have you sat home and wondered why,
We always hear about the U.S.A. but not the other side?
In fields of agony everybody dies
How many humans, how many does it take?
We get a cedar box they get a body rake
How many lives does it take before we can end this war?
Bring Johnny home soon he forgot what it is they
were fighting for...
In fields of agony
I don't want to die and be sent home on a cargo plane
A tag on my toe without my name because I'm one of a million
A million…
How many weapons, how many do we need?
What about the economy, what about the economy…?
Won’t be the hero at the end of your catastrophe
It can be stopped with unity with collaboration of
you and me...and human decency...in fields of agony...



Killing Time by No Use for a Name


"Killing Time"

Not Knowing what he had got into, only following the sheep
The message sent for his deployment at only twenty-three
Promised to be there for a short time
His mother looks at photos
Passed down from a family tradition;
Her head lies on her lap...

I'll never be sure exactly what it means
To serve and protect us from "enemies"
They make sure we're scared
To justify this ugly, bloody mess
It's less than your pride, it's suicide at best

The waiting fills her with delusion and memories gone by
"How could I give life to my baby and then let him go die?"
But with this joke administration where no one is exempt
It's not your fault and never will be.
Don't hold love in contempt...

I feel like I'm lost, drowning out at sea
Surrounded by space with no regard for sympathy
She sees the parade of victory and war that wasn't won
"I'm not coming home." "He's my only son."

If an angel earns its wings every time somebody dies
Then todays the angels black out the blue sky


Insecurity Alert by No Use For A Name

emergency dispatch i think something's wrong
with words its so hard to construe
the images follow a dream through a song
the nightmare has finally come true

rhetorical speeches are made on the screen
to shut us up and rest assure
an obviously panicked media machine
is testing the will of a country so unsure

mission complete we lost control
suddenly frightened by it all
to put it simply we will never be the same
there is no redemption in this war
so please don't forget what this is for
cause that's how our history is made

security cop with their hands in the air
the lock on the gate was destroyed
now everyone rises from the lassiez faire
we can empty the cup but we cannot fill the void

without an enemy to kill
the blood of the innocent is spilled
to put it lightly we are not wanting to see
prepare yourself for disaster now
so few are sane here anyhow
i realize that words don't justify the pain

set up the guillotine
and televise the execution
we have to ask ourselves, can we feel safe?

you can't spell believe without lie

Steve Dunne

marvin gaye...mercy mercy me

QuarterToTen

Ohio - CSNY

Blind Melon

John Lennon - "Happy Christmas (War Is Over)"

Carlos D

While gobshites like Paul McCartney who don't understand what doesn't affect them were singing 'Give Ireland back to the Irish' some Irish bands took it upon themselves to recognise that there was actually human beings involved in what was happening in Northern Ireland rather than looking at it in terms of good guys versus bad guys.

Bono was one of the few people in the 1980's who had the guts to speak out against the IRA and in doing so speak what most people were thinking especially on the Rattle and Hum performance of Sunday Bloody Sunday in New York http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9c4lLnY0rA

He speaks out against the type of bullshit stated by Paul McCartney and others when he says:

'Let me tell you something.I've had enough of Irish-Americans who haven't been back to their country in twenty or thirty years and come up to me and talk about the resistance....the revolution back home...and the glory of the revolution....and the glory of dying for the revolution....Fuck the revolution. They don't talk about the glory of killing for the revolution. What's the glory in taking a man from his bed and gunning him down in front of his wife and his children? Where's the glory in that? Where's the glory in bombing a remembrance day parade of old age pensioners,their medals taken out and polished up for the day?where's the glory in that? To leave them dying or crippled for life or dead under the rubble of a 'revolution' that the majority of the people in my country don't want.'

Zombie by the Cranberries was kind of along the same lines,just about being sick to death of how braindead Irish people can be about the never ending violence in the North.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJEySrDerj0&feature=related

''Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...

In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?

Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the violence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying''

g under p

The video....In Your Name Live


Living Colour is a metal group formed in New York city in 1984 by African American musicians. They signed to Epic Records in 1987 and released their first album ''Vivid'' in 1988. Stylistically their music is a creative fusion influenced by guitar-based rock, heavy metal, free jazz, hardcore punk, funk and hip hop.


Collideoscope

Living Colour
Collideoscope

Black-funk-metal pioneers return in righteous form when black-rock warriors living Colour broke up in 1995, they left the high promise of their apocalyptic funk in the hands of crying clowns, white metalheads endlessly rapping about their own agony. Guitarist Vernon Reid, drummer Will Calhoun, bassist Doug Wimbish and singer Corey Glover now return to shame the whiners with righteous choler and elevated invention: the kamikaze rush and raw-sugar chorus of "A ? of When"; Reid's wah-wah teardrops amid the brute-reggae devastation in "Nightmare City"; the electrodread of "In Your Name," a howling-techno prayer against White House imperialism, here and abroad. There was always a great paisley-soul


Song....."IN YOUR NAME" from Collideoscope

Album....Live at CBGB 1989

Album.....Instant Live in Boston 2004






Here's the great anti-WAR song..............IN YOUR NAME

We got Missles and Tanks
We got Bombs and Planes
We got Plans and People
And we do it in your name

We got anger and rage
To send you back from where you came
We hurting you to heal you
And we do it in your name

We got Missles and Tanks
We got Bombs and Planes
We got Plans and People
And we do it in your name

We're the righteous and true
You're the unholy Profane
We are fighting for your Freedom
And we do it in your name

We got Missles and Tanks
we got Bombs and Planes
We got plans and people
And we do it in your name

I'M THE WAR MONGER
THE DESTROYER
THE COMMUNIST
THE LIBRERAL
I'M THE LEFT
I'M THE RIGHT
WE WILL FIGHT
WE WILL FIGHT

We're the victims of privilege
You're the one to blame
You hate us we hate you
We ALL feel the same

We got Missles and Tanks
We got Bombs and Planes
We got plans and people
And we do it In Your Name.

This was written not long after 9II and the response to that event. Cory Glover their lead singer sings this song with an angry tone and a bit of rage too.

Peace

theroachman

Michael Franti And Spearhead - Time To Go Home l
Those who start wars, never fight them
And those who fight wars, they never like them
And those who write laws, can recite them
And those who fight laws, they live and die by them

But I know its time
Yes I know its time
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home

Don't take our boys away
Don't take our girls away
Don't take our boys away
Don't take our girls away

Those who build walls are pretending
That forever they can defend them
Those who dam streams can build fountains
Those of us who just let them run free
Can move mountains

But I know its time
Yes I know its time
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home

And I say, you whoooo
you whoooo who who who, you whoooo who who who

Doves fly by in the morning light
Leaves fall down on a passer by
Phone call comes and a mamma cries
Tears stream down from a daddy's eyes(X2)

But I know its time
Yes I know its time
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home


Not complete so here is the vid

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSeuLsNV4CA

g under p

theroachman wrote:

Michael Franti And Spearhead - Time To Go Home l
Those who start wars, never fight them
And those who fight wars, they never like them
And those who write laws, can recite them
And those who fight laws, they live and die by them

But I know its time
Yes I know its time
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home

Don't take our boys away
Don't take our girls away
Don't take our boys away
Don't take our girls away

Those who build walls are pretending
That forever they can defend them
Those who dam streams can build fountains
Those of us who just let them run free
Can move mountains

But I know its time
Yes I know its time
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home

And I say, you whoooo
you whoooo who who who, you whoooo who who who

Doves fly by in the morning light
Leaves fall down on a passer by
Phone call comes and a mamma cries
Tears stream down from a daddy's eyes(X2)

But I know its time
Yes I know its time
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home
It's time to go home


Not complete so here is the vid

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSeuLsNV4CA

As you may already know almost every other song by Michael Franti is an Anti-war....a protest song or about LOVE. Here's Michael talking about the war from Iraq then playing your choice TIME TO TO GO HOME from IRAQ.

Peace sometime this decade!

boxwine_in_hell

Master of War by Dylan is an amazing anti war song.

rcs

Peace Train - Cat Stevens


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

Oh Ive been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be, some day its 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 Ive 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 its getting nearer, it soon will be with you

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

Now Ive been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating, why cant 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

g under p

A great song of PEACE from my friend Michael Franti....BOMB THE WORLD

Artist: Michael Franti And Spearhead
Album: Everyone Deserves Music
Year: 2003
Title: Bomb The World



Please tell me the reason
behind the colours that you fly
please tell me the reason
you want us to unify
you say you're sorry
you say there is no other choice
but how can you feel sorry
when you kill people with no voice

(chorus)
You can chase down all your enemies
bring them to their knees
you can bomb the world to pieces
but you can't bomb it into peace

You may even find the solution
to hunger and disease
you can bomb the world to pieces
but you can't bomb it into peace

The earthquake of anger
simply brings more of the same
military madness
the smell of flesh and burning pain
so I sing out to the masses
stand up if you're still sane
to all of us gone crazy
I sing this one refrain
(chorus)

I say, power to the people

....and the Armaggedeon version of Bomb The World

Peace

g under p

To cover all genres of music here's one I remember and love from the ".....AND JUSTICE FOR ALL" album. The song's lyrics speaks to the tragedies of war and the end result to the soldiers of those wars. Many come back without limbs or with many mental issues. The "ONE" video shows what they might go through and the mindset that tears at them as they adjust to a new life after these wars.

.................METALLICA'S....."ONE"..........



Here's a link to view that video "ONE" by METALLICA and take a look.
The Bay Area beasts based their 1989 breakthrough on Johnny Got His Gun - a disturbing novel about a soldier who loses sight, speech, hearing and limbs in combat - and made it sound as ferocious as war itself.

ONE
(Hetfield / Ulrich)

I Can't Remember Anything
Can't Tell If this Is True or Dream
Deep down Inside I Feel to Scream
this Terrible Silence Stops Me
Now That the War Is Through with Me
I'm Waking up I Can Not See
That There Is Not Much Left of Me
Nothing Is Real but Pain Now

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

Back in the Womb its Much Too Real
in Pumps Life That I must Feel
but Can't Look Forward to Reveal
Look to the Time When I'll Live
Fed Through the Tube That Sticks in Me
Just like a Wartime Novelty
Tied to Machines That Make Me Be
Cut this Life off from Me

Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God,wake Me

Now the World Is Gone I'm Just One
Oh God,help Me Hold My Breath as I Wish for Death
Oh Please God Help Me

Darkness

Imprisoning Me
All That I See
Absolute Horror
I Cannot Live
I Cannot Die
Trapped in Myself
Body My Holding Cell

Landmine

Has Taken My Sight
Taken My Speech
Taken My Hearing
Taken My Arms
Taken My Legs
Taken My Soul
Left Me with Life in Hell

Also.....DISPOSABLE HEROS

Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
a servant `til I fall


Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away


Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman


Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
bodies fill the fields I see
the slaughter never ends


Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away


Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman

Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, Hell is here


I was born for dying


Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun


Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
just do as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away


Back to the front
you will do what I say, when I say
Back to the front
you will die when I say, you must die
Back to the front
you coward
you servant
you blindman


Back to the front.


Peace

Pegasus

Biko - Peter Gabriel and Sunday Bloody Sunday - U2 were already mentioned, I'll add Russians by Sting.
those were the ones that moved me, and in part motivated me to join Ammesty International aged 16 (and being the youngest delegate at the national convention that year).

sounds naff saying it now, 20 years later.. but it's true, I got to own up to it


and maybe because it's too obvious, but surprised nobody mentioned Imagine by John Lennon!

Brain Of E

"Combat Rock" by S-K


They tell us there are only two sides to be on
If you are on our side you’re right if not you’re wrong
But are we innocent, paragons of good?
Is our guilt erased by the pain that we’ve endured?
Hey look it's time to pledge allegiance
Oh god I love my dirty Uncle Sam
Our country's marching to the beat now
And we must learn to step in time
Where is the questioning where is the protest song?
Since when is skepticism un-American?
Dissent’s not treason but they talk like it’s the same
Those who disagree are afraid to show their face
Let's break out our old machines now
It sure is good to see them run again
Oh gentlemen start your engines
And we know where we get the oil from
Are you feeling alright now
Paint myself all red white blue
Are you singing let's fight now
Innocent people die, uh oh
There are reasons to unite
Is this why we unite?
If you hate this time
Remember we are the time!
Show you love your country go out and spend some cash
Red white blue hot pants doing it for Uncle Sam
Flex our muscles show them we’re stronger than the rest
Raise your hands up baby are you sure that we’re the best?
We'll come out with our fists raised
The good old boys are back on top again
And if we let them lead us blindly
The past becomes the future once again

kenshunt

YOU!!!!


WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?

Barbarisms by Barbaras, With pointed heels.
Victorious, victories, kneel.
For brand new spankin deals
Marching forward hypocritic
and hypnotic computers.`
You depend on our protection,
Yet you feed us lies from the table cloth.

Lalalalala...ouu...

Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses’ dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the table cloth.

Lalalalala...ouu...

Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.

Blast off, its Party time,
And we all live in a facist nation
Blast off, its party time,
And where the fuck are you?

Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?

Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR?

Kneeling roses disappearing,
into Moses’ dry mouth,
breaking into Fort Knox,
stealing our intentions,
Hangars sitting dripped in oil,
Crying FREEDOM!

Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth.


Lalalalala...ouu...

Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine.
Everybody’s going to the party have a real good time.
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun...
Where the fuck are you!
Where the fuck are you!

Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why, do, they always send the poor?
Why, do, they always send the poor?
Why, do, they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor

Bathgate66

Bring' Em Home

muppet

Not neccasirly a completely anti-war song (at least, that's my interpretation) but a great song with some amazing imagery none the less.

Bruce Springsteen - "Devils and Dust"

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
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing, baby
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, Bobbie
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
And 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
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust

[ harmonica ]

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

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

wavescamecrashing

Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here 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 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?

Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?

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

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that'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.

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?
Well 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.

uninnocent

why am i always the first to post eve of destruction by barry mcguire?

the eastern world, it is exploding
violence flarin’, bullets loadin’
you’re old enough to kill, but not for votin’
you don’t believe in war, but 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 tryin’ to say
can’t you feel the fears i’m feelin’ today?
if the button is pushed, there’s no runnin’ 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 sitting 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
you may leave here for four days in space
but when you 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 neighbor, 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
no, you don’t believe
we’re on the eve of destruction

g under p

One of my favorite bands, THE CLASH.....THE CLAMPDOWN


Greatest protest song ever against letting your government gain too much control. So many lines of this song are appropriate for what's going on right now. "We will teach our twisted speech to the young believers...we will train our blue-eyed men to you be young believers." Sound familiar in this age of fear and "created" enemies?

View it live here....The Clampdown and here Clampdown



This song is also from one of rocks greatest albums "LONDON CALLING"....Michael Franti loves their work and how they were not a band that was driven by materialistic things like MONEY.

The third album London Calling, a double album sold at the price of a single album at the insistence of the band, was released in 1979 and marked the height of their commercial success. Initially, it was greeted by their original fans in the UK with suspicion, since double albums were associated with prog rock groups. It featured a wider array of musical styles and influences than the earlier albums, including American-style rockabilly and Jamaican reggae works that resonated with the dub and ska styles popular in Britain. The album is considered one of the best rock albums ever produced, appearing at #8 on Rolling Stone's recent "Top 500 albums of all time." It was also named #1 on Entertainment Weekly 's "Top 25 Albums of the last 25 Years". Tracks such as "Train in Vain", "Clampdown" and "London Calling" show up regularly on rock stations to this day; "Train in Vain" also became the band's first American Top 40 hit, although it was initially an uncredited extra track at the end of the original vinyl release. The lettering font on the album cover is an homage to Elvis Presley's self-titled debut RCA LP, while the photo is of Simonon smashing his malfunctioning bass guitar in frustration at a show at the Palladium in New York, 1979, taken by renowned rock photographer Pennie Smith. According to Simonon, who initially was reluctant to have the picture used as the album cover, it was the only time he smashed a guitar on stage. He still has the pieces; the bass guitar is currently on display at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum in an exhibit entitled "Revolution Rock: The Story of the Clash." The exhibit is open from October 28, 2006 until April 15, 2007.







(Strummer/Jones)

1-2-3-4!
Hey, hey!
Ooh!
the kingdom is ransacked
the jewels all taken back
and the chopper descends
they're hidden in the back
with a message on a half-baked tape
with the spool going round
saying im back here in this place
and i could cry
and there's smoke you could click on

What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
’Cos working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers

The judge said five to ten but I say double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

You grow up and you calm down and
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown and
You're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
Working for the clampdown

Yeah I’m working hard in Harrisburg
Working hard in Petersburg
Working for the clampdown
Working for the clampdown
Ha! Gitalong! Gitalong
Begging to be melted down
Gitalong, gitalong
Work
Work
And I give away no secrets – ha!
Work
More work
Work
Work

Peace