Song Break

g under p · May 2009

U2.....*Refugee*...from the album WAR

Oh, Oh
She's the refugee.
I see your face,
I see you staring back at me.
Oh, Oh
She's the refugee
Her mama say one day she's gonna
live in America.

In the morning,
She is waiting,
Waiting for the ship to sail,
Sail away.

Her papa go to war.
He gonna fight,
But he don't know what for.
Her papa go to war
Her mama say one day he's
gonna come back from far away.

Help me.
How can you help me?
In the evening,
She is waiting,
Waiting for her man to come.
And take her by her hand.
And take her to this promise land.

She's a pretty face,
But at the wrong time and at the wrong place.
She's a pretty face.
Her mama say one days she's gonna live in America.
Yeah, America.

She's a refugee.
She's coming amn, she's coming for company.
She's a refugee.
Her mama say one day she's gonna live in America.

Peace

g under p · June 2009

Megadeth....*HOLY WARS*

Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I dont understand

Fools like me,who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep,for their beliefs
Do you kill on gods command?

A country thats divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased,no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand

The end is near,its crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Dont look now to israel
It might be your homelands

Holy wars

Upon my podium,as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavels bang,uphold the law
Up on my soapbox,a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holler
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of god

Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks,repel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die

They killed my wife,and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake...last mistake|
Paid by the alliance,to slay all the giants
Next mistake...no more mistakes|

Fill the cracks in,with judicial granite
Because I dont say it,dont mean I aint
Thinkin it
Next thing you know,theyll take my thoughts away
I know what I said,now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings

Peace

g under p · June 2009

PRINCE......Planet Earth

Imagine holding Planet Earth
In the palm of your hand
With no regard for your place of birth
Or claim to any land

The only thing between us now is the truth we understand
If Planet Earth was in the palm of your hand

50 years from now what will they say about us here?
Did we care for the water and the fragile atmosphere?

There are only 2 kinds of folk
And the difference they make
The ones that give
And the ones that take

[Chorus:]
Just like the countless bodies
That revolve around the sun
Planet Earth must now come into balance with the one,
That caused it all to be
Then we'll see His kingdom come,
So shall it be written, so shall it be sung

Imagine you could rid the Earth
Of anyone you choose
Which ones would you need the most
And which ones would you lose?

Do we want to judge another
Lest we be judged too?
Careful now... The next one might be you

[Chorus]

Imagine sending your first born
Off to fight a war
With no good reason how it started and what they are fighting for
And if they're blessed to make it home
Will they still be poor?

Pray for peace right now and forever more

[Chorus x2]

Peace

g under p · July 2009

BURNING SPEAR....*Slavery Days*

Do you remember the days of slav'ry ?

Do you remember the days of slav'ry ? (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)
Do you remember the days of slav'ry ? (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)

And how they beat us (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)
And how they worked us so hard. (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)
And how they used us. (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)
Till they refuse us. (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)
Do you remember the days of slav'ry ? (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)

Mm, And a big fat bull
Mm, We usually pull it ev'rywhere
Mm, We must pull it
Mm, With shackles around our necks,
Mm, And I can see it all no more
Do you remember the days of slav'ry ? (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)

Some of us survive, (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)
Show ing them that we are still a live (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)
Do you remember the days of slav'ry ? (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)
History can recall, History can recall. (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)
History can recall the days of slav'ry. (Do you remember the days of slav'ry?)

Oh slav'ry day (Do you remember the days of slav'ry ?)

Peace

g under p · July 2009

Michael Franti & SPEARHEAD....*Hey World (Don't Give Up)*

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, you're running for the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

BOOM BOOM

There's a battle going on in this earth
everyday. Work, school, death, and birth.
There are 6 billion people on this earth,
can you tell me what every single life is worth?

Toke a spliff, look around and see history.
My weapon and my method is no mystery.
I didn't come here to chill. I came here to rock,
to smash the empire with my boom-box.

You got to let go of remote control!

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

You know you got to put up a fight.
On a universal mission like a meteorite.
Satellite, laser beam with you in their sights.
And with the patriot act they took all your right.

Don't ever doubt the power of just one mind.
Or the world-wide power of just one rhyme.
Don't ever doubt the force of the bassline.
Or a record gone round to burn the house down.

(You got to let go of remote control.)

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

(All rebel rockers!)

There's a bullet with your name, it's a sign of the times.
It takes nine hundred ninety nine criminal minds.
You got to let go of remote control.
You got to let go of remote control!

Hey world, you know you got to put up a fight
Hey world, you rumble in the jungle tonight
Hey world, keep bringing it the rest of your life
You got to put up a fight.

Peace

weenie · July 2009

NMyTree wrote:

Different Strings

Who's come to slay the dragon?
Come to watch him fall?
Making arrows out of pointed words
Giant killers at the call?
Too much fuss and bother
Too much contradiction and confusion
Peel away the mystery
Here's a clue to some real motivation

All there really is
The two of us
And we both know why we've come along
Nothing to explain
It's a part of us
To be found within a song

What happened to our innocence
Did it go out of style?
Along with our naivete
No longer a child
Different eyes see different things
Different hearts beat on different strings
But there are times
For you and me, when all such things agree

By Rush

Brilliant song and one of my Rush faves. Thanks for reminding me.

g under p · July 2009

I Want To Be Free

One day child, I won't have to listen to your lies.
On that day, I'll be able to make up my own mind.
You know, I think I done finally realized.
And now I think I can put you out of my life.

I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to run away)
I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to run away)
I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to speak my mind, all the time)

I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I want to be free!

[Drum Solo]

And one morning,
I won't be afraid to leave.
And all those things that you told me,
I never could conceive.

I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to run away)
I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to run away)
I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to speak my mind, all the time)

I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I want to be free!

[Breakdown with Drum Solo]

You don't know how it makes me feel child,
To be able to walk away from your smile.
And I'm gonna be alright, after awhile.
I think the Lord done gave me a strength now.

I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to run away)
I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to run away)
I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to speak my mind, all the time)

I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I want to be free!

[Breakdown]

One day I'm gonna be free honey,
And nothing can make me stay, not even your money.
I know you're gonna think that I'm acting funny,
But I'm getting away from you honey.

I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to run away)
I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to run away)
I'm gonna be free! (I want to be free to speak my mind, all the time)

I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I want to be free!
I want to be free!

Peace

mfc2006 · July 2009

"Oppression"
Ben Harper

Oppression
you pray on us when we sleep
oppression
you chase after the tired the poor the weak
oppression
you know you mean only harm
oppression
you reach out with your long arm

but oppression
I won't let you near me
oppression
you shall learn to fear me

oppression
you seek population control
oppression
to divide and to conquer is your goal
oppression
I swear that hatred is your home
oppression
you just won't leave bad enough alone

but oppression
I won't let you near me
oppression
you shall learn to fear me

oppression
I don't see how you sleep
oppression
for your bleeding conscience I weep
oppression
you may have the dollar on your side
but oppression
from the gospel truth you cannot hide
and
oppression
I won't let you near me
oppression
you shall learn to fear me
oppression
I won't let you near me
oppression
you shall fear me

g under p · July 2009

The Winter Of The Long Hot Summer

It all seemed so idiotic all the accusations of unpatriotic
The fall we'll always remember, capitulating silence
election November before the winter
of the long hot summer
Somewhere in the desert
we raised the oil pressure
and waited for the weather
to get much better
for the new wind to blow in the storm
We tried to remember the history in the region
the French foreign legion, Imperialism,
Peter O'Toole and hate the Ayatollah
were all we learned in school
Not that we gave Hussein five billion
Not of our new bed partner the Syrian
and of course no mention of the Palestine situation
It was amazing how they steamrolled
They said eighty percent approval
but there was no one that I knew polled
No one had a reason for being in the Gulf
We waited for congress to speak up illegal build up
But no one would wake up
Our representatives were Milli Vanilli's
for corporate Dallas Cowboy Beverly Hillbillies
With perfect timing
the politicians rhyming their sentiments
so nicely oil gold and sand
my sediments precisely....
We regretfully support the lunacy
I'm afraid there is no time for more scrutiny
National unity preserve our community
Teflon© election opportunities
were in profundant abundance

On January second the Bush administration
announced a recession had stricken
the Nation the highest quarterly
earnings in ten years were posted
by Chevron©
Meanwhile a budget was placed in our hands
as the deadline in the sand came to an end
so much for the peace dividend
one billion a day is what we spent
and our grandchildren will pay for it 'til the end
When schools are unfunded
and kids don't get their diplomas
they get used for gun boat diplomacy
disproportionately
black or brown we see
bullet catchers for the slave master

Then the conservatives called up reservists
to active service left families nervous
but more importantly broke nine hundred a month
but the check came late, army red tape you see,
this golden opportunity
We watched the tube and read the newspaper
The propaganda of the gas masked raper
was the proper slander to whip up the hatred

The stage was lit and the lights were all faded
The pilots in night vision goggles Kuwaited and
generals masturbated
'til the fifteenth two days later they invaded
Not a single t.v. station expressed dissension or
hardly made mention to the censorship of information
from our kinder and gentler nation
blinder and mentaler retardation
DISORIENTATION
The pilots said their bombs lit Baghdad
like a Christmas tree
It was the Christian thing to do you see
they didn't mention any casualties
no distinction between the real
and the proxy
only football analogies

We saw the bomb hole
We watched the Super Bowl
We saw the scud missile
We watched Bud© commercials
We saw the yellow ribbons
Saw pilots in prison
We never saw films of the dead...at eleven
Angela Davis addressed the spectators
and shouting above a rumbling generator said
if they insist on bringing us down
then let's shut the whole country down
Marching through the downtown
A hundred thousand became participants
and we heard the drums of millions off in the distance
rushing through the cities
some of them did things that weren't so pretty
most were there for primal scream therapy
news men concentrated
on the negative liked the jingoists more
peaceful protesters ended up
on the cutting room floor
Nintendo© casualties of the ratings war
More bombs dropped than in World War II
on in both Asian invasions, new world order persuasion,
Business as usual
for our nation
Could you imagine a hundred fifty thousand dead,
the city of Stockton
coffins locked in when we clocked in...not to mention
civilians
The loss of life on both sides
pushed the limits of resilience
The scent of blood in our nostrils
fuel of the fossil land of apostle
The blackness that covered the sky was not the only thing
that brought a tear to the eye or
the taste of anger to the tongues
of those too young to remember Vietnam

Is heroin better in a veteran's mind
than the memory of the dying laying in a line
Is it the smell or the shadows heaving and weeping
that keeps the soldier from sleeping
as he sings the orphan's lullaby
When the soldiers put down their bayonets
the strings are chained to the marionettes
Emir of Kuwait gets back in his jet
we replace the dead with new cadets
will we hate those who did the shelling
or will we hate those who weren't willing to do the killing
when the leaders of the bald eagles come home to roost
will we sing a song of praise and indebtedness
for our deliverance from evil
or will we sing a song of sadness
for the dreaded debt this mess delivered us PEOPLE

......DHOH...album: Hypocrisy Is The Greatest Luxary

Written in 1992 and the lyrics ring so true as to the same that's happening TODAY.

Peace

g under p · July 2009

NO REMORSE

No mercy for what we are doing
No thought to even what we have done
We don't need to feel the sorrow
No remorse for the helpless one

War without end
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath

Blood feeds the war machine
as it eats its way across the land
We don't need the feel the sorrow
No remorse is the one command

War without end
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath

Only the strong survive
No one to save the weaker race
We are ready to kill all comers
Like a loaded gun right at your face

War without end
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath
No remorse No repent
We don't care what it meant
Another day Another death
Another sorrow Another breath

Attack
Bullets are flying
People are dying
with madness surrounding all hell's breaking loose
Soldiers are hounding
Bodies are mounting
cannons are shouting to take their abuse
With war machines going
Blood starts to flowing
No mercy given to anyone hear
The furious fighting
Swords are like lighting
It all becomes frightening to you
Know death is near
No remorse

The song "No Remorse" was Metallica's first anti-war song. It is about people who go off to war just for the sake of killing, guiltless and numb to the pain of their victims.

Peace

yogibare · July 2009

And on a softer note: Dolphin's Lullaby, by Firefall. Kinda hard to find, but a beautiful song!

Close you weary eyes and drift away, it's alright
I'll be here until the break of day brings the light
I can sing a lullaby they sang for me when I was just your size
Just a little poem with a melody to shut those sleepy eyes
Singin dolphins over the ocean, where it's clear and it's deep
Help the waves with your gentle motion, and rock this child to sleep

May sailing ships and secrets fill your dreams with delight
Anything you want is yours for free for the night
I won't let no bad dreams come and bother you, just put your trust in me
I'll be standing by to keep a watch on you while you're away at sea

Singin Dolphins over the ocean, where it's clear and it's deep
Help the waves with your gentle motion, and rock this child to sleep
You've got to rock this child, you gotta rock this child to sleep
You've got to rock-a-by my baby rock-a-by my baby rock-a-by

g under p · July 2009

Written 1992 Lyrics that are still revelent today with our financial situation...Financial Leprosy - The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy

♪♫ [1st Commentary: "The consumer is in no position right now to lead the country out of recession....." 2nd Commentary: "We look at dollars coming out of one pocket of the of the institutions going to the other pocket. The issue is larger than are there dollars to educate our children, the issue is do we want to educate our children....."]

Financial leprosy
We got to get up
And wait in line
For the soup, toilets
And things to read
Fill out 11-0-1's
And take a seat
But then we got to
Find a place to sleep
We got to lay down
Upon newspaper, cardboard
Concrete, and plastic sheets
Effects of "Eighties" public policy
We used to buy
Full shopping carts
And buy useless products
Trained to drain
Not to remain
Red line economy
"I have a dream"'s reality.

Well self effacing and mirror hating
The ethnic notions and potions
But I still smell bad
Skin fader, tanning booths
In conjuction with their plastic boobs
And diet pills
ALL MEANS TO ATTRACT AND DISTRACT

Designer glasses to see designer clothes
Designer cologne to wave under a designer drug nose
That sniffs through the perfume scented
Magazines
Try to make sense out of dollars
Often heard of, rarely seen
As an ear listens to the dial tone
I pretend to talk on a cellular phone
That I know I can't afford
Well I used to own this street
And now I'm living on Market Street

Well self effacing and mirror hating
The ethnic notions and potions
But I still smell bad
Skin fader, tanning booths
In conjunction with their plastic boobs
And diet pills
ALL MEANS TO ATTRACT AND DISTRACT

[3rd Commentary: "Narco-gangsters concern us all....we will need speed and bass....bass........" 4th Commentary: "It's a matter of priorities when in California 42% of the kids in CYA are African-American and are about 8% of the population. It's a priority when 40% of those in the federal corrections are African-American"]

Thieves generating revenues
Lottery poverty tax
Druglords and
Landlords
And "praise the lords"
They prey upon us
How did they ever
Manufacture consent
A meal in every trashcan
Myth of the "Happy Hobo"
COINTELPRO (COunter INtelligence PROgram)
The Cosby Show
Why did they cut the Pell
Grant, so they can build cells
Ten years in prison
But no tenure at the University
Is this ethnic diversity?
Or is it public policy
[5th Commentary: "The ones who need education the most are not getting it"]

Chemical bullets
Aimed at the Afro-Diaspora
A genocidal ghost
Manipulates a suicidal host
And as high technology
Eliminates the need for manual labor
And Mercedes-Benz® logos replace peace signs
On the necks of our youth

There goes self effacing and mirror hating
The ethnic notions and potions
But I still smell bad
Skin fader, tanning booths
In conjuction with their plastic boobs
And diet pills
ALL MEANS TO ATTRACT AND DISTRACT

[6th Commentary: "The poverty industry.......the poverty industry...they can find 750,000 a week to pay police but we can't pay community based organisations for after school activities......the poverty industry.............the poverty industry................................ the poverty ind"](END) ♪♫

Commy · July 2009

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikzQmC3S-mE

True TO Myself

g under p · July 2009

Commy wrote:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikzQmC3S-mE

True TO Myself

One of his great songs from *Dragonfly* the first album out on his own. Toured with him and Michael co-headline for 5 dates back in 2004 that some awesome fun.

Shalom Salaam

g under p · July 2009

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and drop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruption.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
Blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John Mitchell,
General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
Hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and
will not star Natalie Wood and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
Thinner, because The revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie Mays
Pushing that cart down the block on the dead run,
Or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not predict the winner at 8:32or the count from 29 districts.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of young being
Run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still life of
Roy Wilkens strolling through Watts in a red, black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the right occasion
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and
Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant,
andWomen will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.

The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock News
and no pictures of hairy armed women Liberationists and
Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb, Francis Scott Key,
nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom Jones, Johnny Cash,
Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be right back after a message
About a whitetornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a germ on your Bedroom,
a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that cause bad breath.
The revolution WILL put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised,

WILL not be televised,WILL NOT BE TELEVISED.

The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Peace

g under p · July 2009

Armagideon Time

A lotta people wont get no supper tonight
A lotta people going to suffer tonight
Cause the battle, is getting hotter
In this iration
Its Armagideon

A lotta people wont get no justice tonight
So a lotta people going to have to stand up and fight
But remember, to praise Jehovah
And He will guide you
In this iration
Its Armagideon

Hey...A lotta people will be running and hiding tonight
Said a lotta one going run and hide tonight
Cause its your action
You must get your fraction
In this iration
Its Armagideon

A lotta people wont get no supper tonight
Said a lotta one wont get no justice tonight
I say but remember, to praise Jehovah
And He will guide you
In Armagideon

Peace

Stinkfoot · August 2009

Stop Breathin' - Pavement

got struck by the first volley
of the war in the corps
never held my service
send em a wire, give em my best
this ammunition never rests
no one serves coffee, no one wakes up

stop breathin'
stop breathin'
breathin' for me now
write it on a postcard:
dad they broke me.
dad they broke me.

i can see the lines open shutters
and the leaves flocked on a grid
that's what they made my hero say
but nothing gets me off so completely
but when you put it down
ten feet down in the ground
call and response in the negative home

stop breathin'
stop breathin'
breathin' for me now
write it on a postcard:
dad they broke me.
dad they broke me.

Commy · August 2009

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9Zmmpsr ... re=related

So glad to see you well, overcome them
Completely silent now
With heaven's help
You've cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
To the dead
To the dead

Recall the deeds as if they're all
Someone else's
Atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn
Before us all
So glad to see you well

And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
To the dead
To the dead

With your halo slippin' down
Your halo slippin'
Your halo slippin' down
Your halo slippin' down

Your halo slippin' down
(I'm more than just a little curious
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends)

Your halo slippin' down
Your halo's slippin' down to choke you now

g under p · September 2009

Roger Waters’ dad died at the siege of Anzio in 1944 and he’s grappled with war’s futility ever since. Dark Side of the Moon's dreamy ode to battlefield confusion was originally called "The Violence Sequence."

Us and Them Live

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short,
sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off
lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners
don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.

Peace

TriumphantAngel · September 2009

my innocence will teach you, how this has begun
to fall apart into pieces, leaving me to run
from demon seeds, my enemies walk free and keep harrassing me

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

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