Protest songs

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Who can kill a general in his bed?
Overthrow dictators if they're Red?
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who can find a counter-agent quick?
Especially the ones, themselves, of it?
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who can plan a riot in Vietnam?
Who can have the troops restore the calm?
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!
Who can buy a government so cheap?
Change a cabinet without a squeak?
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who can get a budget that's so great?
What will be the 51st state?
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who has got the secret-est Service?
The one that makes the other service nervous?
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who can cypher anything with zeros?
Not well known, but simply worth the heros.
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who can take the sugar from its sack
Pour in LSD and put it back?
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who can squash republics like bananas?
Simply if they do not like their social manners?
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who can train guerrillas by the dozens?
Send them out to kill their untrained cousins?
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who can mine the harbors of Nicaragua?
Out hit all the hitmen of Chicag-ua.
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who can be so overtly covert?
Sometimes even covertly overt.
Fucking-a man!
(Fucking-A! C-I-A!)
CIA Man!

Who's the agency well-known to God?
The one that copped his staff and copped his rod?
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
CIA Man! CIA Man!
CIA Man! CIA Man!
CIA Man!
C I A

 

[lilchi721]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[SCspur1]

Bob Dylan, "It's a Hard Rain's Gonna Fall."

Still in the duck and cover days of the Cold War, the hard rain was nuclear fallout.

This song was too long for radio playlists, so it didn't get much air time.

Was written about the Cuban Missle Crisis. He wrote 50 versus, but could only fit 10 for the album. He was only 21 years old at the time.

 

[lilchi721]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

The Last Poets

 

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[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Woody Guthrie

 

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[lilchi721]

Neil Young

 

[cavecookie]

This is maybe not a protest song, per se, but it is social commentary. And some very tasty slide guitar work as a bonus!

 

[lilchi721]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[lilchi721]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Kill, kill, kill for peace
Kill, kill, kill for peace

Near or middle or very far east
Far or near or very middle east
Kill, kill, kill for peace
Kill, kill, kill for peace

If you don't like the people
Or the way that they talk
If you don't like their manners
Or they way that they walk
Kill, kill, kill for peace
Kill, kill, kill for peace

If you don't kill them
Then the Chinese will
If you don't want America
To play second fiddle
Kill, kill, kill for peace
Kill, kill, kill for peace

If you let them live
They might subvert the Prussians
If you let them live
They might love the Russians
Kill, kill, kill!

"Kill 'em, kill 'em, strafe those gook creeps!"

The only gook an
American can trust
Is a gook that's got
His yellow head bust
Kill, kill, kill for peace
Kill, kill, kill for peace

Kill, kill, it'll feel so good
Like my captain said it should
Kill, kill, kill for peace
Kill, kill, kill for peace

Kill it'll give you a mental ease
Kill it'll give you a big release
Kill, kill, kill for peace
Kill, kill, kill for peace

Kill, kill, kill for peace
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

 

[lilchi721]

Come gather 'round, people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
And you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin'
Will soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Consolidated.

 

[lilchi721]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

I like this cover version better than the Buffy Sainte-Marie original..