Protest songs

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

We can be together
Ah, you and me
We should be together

We are all outlaws in the eyes of America
In order to survive
We steal, cheat, lie, forge, fuck, hide, and deal
We are obscene, lawless, hideous, dangerous, dirty, violent, and young

We should be together
Come on all you people standin' around
Our life's too fine to let it die
We should be together

All your private property is
Target for your enemy
And your enemy is we

We are forces of chaos and anarchy
Everything they say we are, we are
And we are very
Proud of ourselves

Up against the wall
Up against the wall, mother fuckers!
Tear down the wall
Tear down the wall


Come on now together
Get it on together
Everybody together
We should be together
We should be together my friends
We can be together
We will be

We must begin here and now
A new continent of earth and fire
Tear down the wall
Tear it down, getting higher and higher
Tear down the wall
Tear down the wall
Tear down the wall
Won't you try?

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on ...

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

 

[lilchi721]

Is it worth it?
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday

[Chorus]
It's just a rumor that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding

[Verse 2]
Well, I ask you
The boy said, "Dad, they're going to take me to task
But I'll be home by Christmas"

[Chorus]
It's just a rumor that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed
In the results of their shipbuilding

[Post-Chorus]
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls

[Chorus]
It's just a rumor that was spread around town
A telegram for a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be reopening the shipyard
And notifying the next of kin once again
It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding

[Post-Chorus]
With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[lilchi721]

Buffy Sainte-Marie-"My Country 'Tis of Thy People You're Dying"

Now that your big eyes have finally opened
Now that you're wondering how must they feel
Meaning them that you've chased across America's movie screens
Now that you're wondering "how can it be real?"
That the ones you've called colourful, noble and proud
In your school propaganda
They starve in their splendor?
You've asked for my comment I simply will render

My country 'tis of thy people you're dying

Now that the longhouses breed superstition
You force us to send our toddlers away
To your schools where they're taught to despise their traditions
Forbid them their languages, then further say
That American history really began
When Columbus set sail out of Europe, then stress
That the nation of leeches that conquered this land
Are the biggest and bravest and boldest and best
And yet where in your history books is the tale
Of the genocide basic to this country's birth
Of the preachers who lied, how the Bill of Rights failed
How a nation of patriots returned to their earth?
And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell
As it rang with a thud
O'er Kinzua mud
And of brave Uncle Sam in Alaska this year?

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Bob Marley & the Wailers

 

[lilchi721]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[omarsrevenge]

A cockroach in the concrete courthouse tan and beady eyes
A slouch with fallen arches purging truths into great lies
A little man with a big eraser changing history
Procedures that he's programmed to all he hears and sees

Altering the facts and figures events and every issue
Make a person disappear and no one will ever miss you

Rewrites every story, every poem that ever was
Eliminates incompetence and those who break the laws
Following the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules
Replacing rights with wrongs the files and records in the schools

You say you've got the answers well who asked you anyway?
Ever think maybe it was meant to be this way?
Don't try to fool us we know the worst is yet to come
And I believe my kingdom will come

F is for fighting R is for red
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed
E we elect them E we eject them
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
D for your dying O your overture
M they will cover your grave with manure
This spells out freedom it means nothing to me
As long as there's a PMRC

F is for fighting R is for red
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed
E we elect them E we eject them
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
D for your dying O your overture
M is for money and you know what that cures
This spells out freedom it means nothing to me
As long as there's a PMRC

F is for fighting R is for red
Ancestors' blood in battles they've shed
E we elect them E we eject them
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
D for your dying O your overture
M is for money and you know what that cures
This spells out freedom it means nothing to me
As long as there's a PMRC

Put your hand right up my shirt
Pull the strings that make me work
Jaws will part, words fall out
Like a fish with hook in mouth

Rewrites every story every poem that ever was
Eliminates incompetence and those who break the laws
Follow the instructions of the New Ways' Evil Book of Rules
Replacing rights with wrongs the files and records in the schools

I'm not a fish
I'm a man
Hook in mouth

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

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[BostonBlackie]

 

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[lilchi721]

U2

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

Crosby & Nash

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[lilchi721]