What's Your Best anti-War/Protest Songs?
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I was just wandering Powerful, Peaceful People out there what's your favorite Anti-War songs? I'll start off with this one, again be easy on me if this subject has been posted here or elsewhere before. This my second day here and you peeps got it going on.
You can see and hear this video here just click @ Is It For FREEDOM?
SARA THOMSEN
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
Peace
Earle
You can see and hear this video here just click @ Is It For FREEDOM?
SARA THOMSEN
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
Peace
Earle
*We CAN bomb the World to pieces, but we CAN'T bomb it into PEACE*...Michael Franti
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
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Seeing him play it live was absolutely amazing.
Ive been walking through your streets,
Where all you moneys earning,
Where all your biuldings crying,
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by tv,
Overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures,
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighboor, what a guy.
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children die per hour,
From starvation,
While billions spent on bombs,
Create death showers.
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom
Why, why, why, why must we kill, kill, kill, kill, our own, own, own, own kind...
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born.
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom/boom
Every time you drop the bomb.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde
.................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
Peace
Earle
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
An Untitled Protest
Country Joe and The Fish
Red and swollen tears tumble from her eyes
While cold silver birds who came to cruise the skies
Send death down to bend and twist her tiny hands
And then proceed to target "B" in keeping with their plans
Khaki priests of Christendom interpreters of love
Ride a stone Leviathan across a sea of blood
And pound their feet into the sand of shores they've never seen
Delegates from the western land to join the death machine
And we send cards and letters.
The oxen lie beside the road their bodies baked in mud
And fat flies chew out their eyes then bathe themselves in blood
And super heroes fill the skies, tally sheets in hand
Yes, keeping score in times of war takes a superman
The junk crawls past hidden death its cargo shakes inside
And soldier children hold their breath and kill them as they hide
And those who took so long to learn the subtle ways of death
Lie and bleed in paddy mud with questions on their breath
And we send prayers and praises.
hits on the personal level.
Does it qualify as a protest song??? I'll pretend it does.
At least, to me it's a political song.
Seriously though, "Born in the USA" wins for me because it's a protest song that morons who would be against a song like that don't get and they'll still yell out the "Born in the USA" chorus because they think it's this super patriotic song.
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Stewie: Uh, excuse me, it's been brought to my attention that a few bad apples are smoking marijuana. Uh, I've got news for you, my friend: marijuana's illegal, not cool! (Starts playing the guitar) Establishment, establishment, you always know what's best...
Hippie: You suck!
Stewie: Learn the rules!
-Enoch Powell
For America - Jackson Browne
Masters Of War - Dylan
Lives in the Balance - Jackson Browne
Bullet the Blue Sky - U2
Kaleidoscope,
Wheel of hope.
Place to start out from,
Although it started long ago,
The world's work has begun.
A hula hoop,
A human chain.
To warm our hands,
And find our way,
When all the lights go out.
A raincoat and a French beret.
The rolling hills of past mistakes,
Like quiet under cloud.
And I will long look to the churning sea,
This call to arms means wrap them,
Around the first person you see.
Dandelions in bullet holes,
We stand in our civilian clothes,
On blankets laid out on a lawn,
Clouds of rain will all move on.
And when the mist clears we will see,
Both of our names on a marquee,
Across the ocean the same day,
And then washed ashore a block away.
The windmill is waiting for the same thing,
As the slackened sail,
At the core within something like the wind,
Is blowing at the veil.
And I will long go on this inner sight,
This call to arms means hold to it,
And hold tight.
Dandelions in bullet holes,
We stand in our civilian clothes,
On blankets laid out on a lawn,
Clouds of rain will all move on.
And when the mist clears we will see,
Both of our names on a marquee,
Across the ocean the same day,
And then washed ashore a block away.
Ah come on, these streams of light are not so subtle,
All along the ditch signs of life in sinking puddles.
Dandelions in bullet holes,
We stand in our civilian clothes,
On blankets laid out on a lawn,
Clouds of rain will all move on.
And when the mist clears we will see,
All of our names on a marquee,
Across the ocean the same day,
And then washed ashore a block away.
Oil and blood on the bayonet
Crowded downtown, hit the floor
What are we fighting for?
What are we fighting for?
The world got smaller but the bombs got bigger
Holocaust on a hairpin trigger
Ain't no game so forget the score
What are we fighting for?
What are we fighting 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 nothin' more godless than war
So what are we fighting for?
what are we fighting for?
Was always a favorite.
Trading stories with the leaves instead
it's not the right time to be sober
now the idiots have taken over
spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer?
Mensa membership conceding
tell me why and how are all the stupid people breeding
Watson, it's really elementary
the industrial revolution
has flipped the bitch on evolution
the benevolent and wise are being thwarted, ostracized, what a bummer
the world keeps getting dumber
insensitivity is standard and faith is being fancied over reason
darwin's rollin over in his coffin
the fittest are surviving much less often
now everything seems to be reversing, and it's worsening
someone flopped a steamer in the gene pool
now angry mob mentality's no longer the exception, it's the rule
and im startin to feel a lot like charlton heston
stranded on a primate planet
apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground
with generals and the armies that obeyed them
followers following fables
philosophies that enable them to rule without regard
there's no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated
political scientists get the same one vote as some Arkansas inbred
majority rule, don't work in mental institutions
sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions
what are we left with?
a nation of god-fearing pregnant nationalists
who feel it's their duty to populate the homeland
pass on traditions
how to get ahead religions
And prosperity via simpleton culture
the idiots are takin over [x8]
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This wicked world
Searchin’ for light in the darkness of insanity.
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside,
There’s one thing I wanna know:
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
’Cause each time I feel it slippin’ away, just makes me wanna cry.
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
So where are the strong?
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony.
’Cause each time I feel it slippin’ away, just makes me wanna cry.
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding? ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love & understanding?
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.
I like simplicity and this song is short, but beautiful and deep and amazing live:
Like Spinning Plates
While you make pretty speeches,
I'm being cut to shreds.
You feed me to the lions,
a delicate balance
When this just feels like spinning plates.
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land.
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river.
Don't be mankind. ~Captain Beefheart
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Your Veteran's Day poppy
It don't get me high
It can only make me cry
It can never grow another
Son like the one who warmed me my days
After rain and warmed my breath
My life's blood
Screamin' empty she cries
It don't get me high
It can only make me cry
Your Veteran's Day poppy
The initial slow intro, tehn builds speed through each section, reaching a frantic pace of pure desperation echoing teh ditress of the protagonist, until it just stops dead, BAM !!!
The S&M version is the best, absolutely breathtaking.
Gunners "Civil War" is also sublime, fantastic music, superb lyrics.
The Metallica video is a classic, and the way it was done in a warehouse in black and white. The intertwine with the movie "Johnny's Got A Gun" this video was the only one released from the "Justice" album.
AHHH, you beat me to the punch with Civil War, here's a bit more on my perspective on this anti-war song. Please checkout the video to this song, click here @ CIVIL WAR and oter versions done live.
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......
AND
"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
Earle
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
Continuing the obscure in another anti-war music genre like Rap. This song from 1992 was about Desert Storm but what RAKIM says here is so familiar to what's happening today in the WAR in IRAQ. They're lines in this song that tells the the story of the predictment our soldiers face today. Checkout the video here @ CASUALTIES OF WAR.
Artist: Eric B. & Rakim
Album: Don't Sweat the Technique
Song: Casualties of War
Casualties of War!
Casualties of war; as I approach the barricade
Where's the enemy? Who do I invade?
Bullets of Teflon, bulletproof vest rip
Tear ya outta ya frame with a bag full of clips
Cause I got a family that waits for my return
To get back home is my main concern
I'ma get back to New York in one piece
but I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets
Sky lights up like fireworks blind me
Bullets, whistlin over my head remind me...
President Bush said attack
Flashback to Nam, I might not make it back
Missile hits the area, screams wake me up
from a war of dreams, heat up the M-16
Basic training, trained for torture
Take no prisoners, and I just caught ya
Addicted to murder, send more bodybags
They can't identify em, leave the nametags
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor
CASUALTIES OF WAR! (4X)
Day divides the night and night divides the day
It's all hard work and no play
More than combat, it's far beyond that
Cause I got a kill or be killed kind of attack
Area's mapped out, there'll be no, Stratego
Me and my platoon make a boom wherever we go
But what are we here for? Who's on the other side of the wall?
Somebody give the President a call
But I hear warfare scream through the air
Back to the battlegrounds, it's war they declare
A Desert Storm: let's see who reigns supreme
Something like Monopoly: a government scheme
Go to the Army, be all you can be
Another dead soldier? Hell no, not me
So I start letting off ammunition in every direction
Allah is my only protection
But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same
and this is Asia, from where I came
I'm on the wrong side, so change the target
Shooting at the general; and where's the sergeant?
Blame it on John Hardy Hawkins for bringing me to America
Now it's mass hysteria
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor
CASUALTIES OF WAR! (4X)
The war is over, for now at least
Just because they lost it don't mean it's peace
It's a long way home, it's a lot to think about
Whole generation, left in doubt
Innocent families killed in the midst
It'll be more dead people after this
So I'm glad to be alive and walkin
Half of my platoon came home in coffins
Except the general, buried in the Storm
in bits and pieces no need to look for em
I played it slick and got away with it
Rigged it up so they would think they did it
Now I'm home on reserves and you can bet
when THEY call, I'm going AWOL
Cause it ain't no way I'm going back to war
when I don't know who or what I'm fighting for
So I wait for terrorists to attack
Every time a truck backfires I fire back
I look for shelter when a plane is over me
Remember Pearl Harbor? New York could be over, G
Kamikaze, strapped with bombs
No peace in the East, they want revenge for Saddam
Did I hear gunshots, or thunder?
No time to wonder, somebody's going under
Put on my fatigues and my camoflouge
Take control, cause I'm in charge
When I snapped out of it, it was blood, dead bodies on the floor
CASUALTIES OF WAR! (4X)
Even though this was written in 1992, it's almost as IF he's forecasting the 9/11 event in 2001. What do you'll think :?:
Peace
Earle
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=gbxfe7DMxVo
W.A.N.D - Flaming Lips
http://youtube.com/watch?v=b3r46hDe6lI (great lyrics though the vid is not political
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
-Oscar Wilde
THOSE WHO START WARS NEVER FIGHT THEM,
THOSE WHO FIGHT WARS NEVER LIKE THEM....M. Franti
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!
Shalom 'O Salaam
Earle[/quote]
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
Though she looked a little worried and weak
She tried to pretend he wasn't drinkin' again
But daddy left the proof on her cheek
And I was only eight years old that summer
And I always seemed to be in the way
So I took myself down to the fair in town
On Independence Day
Well word gets around in a small, small town
They said he was a dangerous man
Mama was proud and she stood her ground
But she knew she was on the losin' end
Some folks whispered and some folks talked
But everybody looked the other way
And when time ran out there was no one about
On Independence Day
(CHORUS)
Let freedom ring, Let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay
It's Independence Day
Well she lit up the sky that fourth of July
By the time that the firemen come
They just put out the flames, and took down some names
And sent me to the county home
Now I ain't sayin' it's right or it's wrong
But maybe its the only way
Talk about your revolution
It's Independence Day
(REPEAT CHORUS)
Roll the stone away
It's Independence day
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
damn straight yo
Imagine there's no Welfare
Politicians have no votes to buy
No government hand outs
Where people work and thrive
Imagine all the people
Living to pay their way
Imagine there's no liberals
Pushing their agendas on you
No confiscation of property
This includes your income too
Imagine all the people
Respecting property
You may say I'm a neo
But I'm a Libertarian
I hope some day you'll wake up
So that liberalism is done
Imagine no eminent domain
Where your property remains
No need for confiscation
To make way for strip mall plans
Imagine all the people
Keeping what they own
You may say I'm a neo
But I'm a Libertarian
I hope some day you'll wake up
So that liberalism is done
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Well it certainly is a anti-war song and that should be good enough.
Peace
Earle
*MUSIC IS the expression of EMOTION.....and that POLITICS IS merely the DECOY of PERCEPTION*
.....song_Music & Politics....Michael Franti
*The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite INSANE*....Nikola Tesla(a man who shaped our world of electricity with his futuristic inventions)
good point earth, wind, and fire, but i always saw it more as an athiesm song..
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
that you're too young to go
there's no freedom to be found
lying face up in the ground
ashes from an unfinished life
are all that's left
in a tear-drop-shaped locket
hanging from his mother's chest
you whip the back of freedom
‘till it bleeds an oil stream
then you sail down upon it
in your killing machine
old men who send children
off to die in vain
they will hear death's constant whisper
call remember my name
gather 'round the stone
is that an actual song, or a glenn beck parody
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days
Cuz I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And desire and love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we'll find better days