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60's & 70's Protest Songs
War Mr. Edwin Starr / "Agent Double-O Soul"
War, huh, yeah
'Abraham, Martin and John' Dion Has anybody here seen my old friend Abraham? Can you tell me where he's gone? He freed a lot of people, But it seems the good die young, But I just looked around and he's gone. Has anybody here seen my old friend John? Can you tell me where he's gone? He freed a lot of people, But it seems the good die young, But I just looked around and he's gone. Has anybody here seen my old friend Martin? Can you tell me where he's gone? He freed a lot of people, But it seems the good die young, But I just looked around and he's gone. Didn't you love the things they stood for? Didn't they try to find some good for you and me? And we'll be free. Someday soon, it's gonna be One day. Has anybody here seen my old friend Bobby? Can you tell me where he's gone? I thought I saw him walkin' Up over the hill, With Abraham, Martin and John Bob Dylan
Blowin' In the Wind' How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind. 'Rainy Day Women #12 & 35' Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good, They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home. Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor. They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table. They'll stone ya when you are young and able. They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck. They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck." Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end. Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again. They'll stone you when you're riding in your car. They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar. Yes, but I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone. They'll stone you when you are walking home. They'll stone you and then say you are brave. They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave. But I would not feel so all alone, Everybody must get stoned. 'Subterranean Homesick Blues' Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he's got a bad cough Wants to get it paid off Look out kid It's somethin' you did God knows when But you're doin' it again You better duck down the alley way Lookin' for a new friend The man in the coon-skin cap In the big pen Wants eleven dollar bills You only got ten Maggie comes fleet foot Face full of black soot Talkin' that the heat put Plants in the bed but The phone's tapped anyway Maggie says that many say They must bust in early May Orders from the D. A. Look out kid Don't matter what you did Walk on your tip toes Don't try "No Doz" Better stay away from those That carry around a fire hose Keep a clean nose Watch the plain clothes You don't need a weather man To know which way the wind blows Get sick, get well Hang around a ink well Ring bell, hard to tell If anything is goin' to sell Try hard, get barred Get back, write braille Get jailed, jump bail Join the army, if you fail Look out kid You're gonna get hit But users, cheaters Six-time losers Hang around the theaters Girl by the whirlpool Lookin' for a new fool Don't follow leaders Watch the parkin' meters Ah get born, keep warm Short pants, romance, learn to dance Get dressed, get blessed Try to be a success Please her, please him, buy gifts Don't steal, don't lift Twenty years of schoolin' And they put you on the day shift Look out kid They keep it all hid Better jump down a manhole Light yourself a candle Don't wear sandals Try to avoid the scandals Don't wanna be a bum You better chew gum The pump don't work 'Cause the vandals took the handles 'The Times They Are A-Changin' 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' Then 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 There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll 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'. Credit: Bob Dylan, The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Barry McGuire
Eve of Destruction The Eastern World It is explodin' 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 And 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 whole 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 sittin' 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 And think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama Ah 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 But 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, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction Country Joe and the Fish 'Feel Like I'm Fixin To Die' Rag
Yeah, c’mon on all you big strong
men Chorus: Well c’mon generals, let’s move
fast Well c’mon on Wall Street --
don’t move slow chorus Well c’mon mothers throughout
this land chorus The Kingston Trio Where have all the flowers gone?
Where have all the flowers gone? Where have all the young girls
gone? Where have all the young men
gone? Where have all the soldiers gone? Where have all the graveyards
gone? Where have all the flowers gone? For What It's Worth Buffalo Springfield There's something happening here FORTUNATE SON Creedence Clearwater Revival Some folks are born made to wave
the flag, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't
no senator's son, son. Yeah! It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't
no millionaire's son, no. Some folks inherit star spangled
eyes, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't
no military son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't
no fortunate one, no no no, F I HAD A HAMMER Peter, Paul and Mary If I had a
hammer, I'd hammer out danger, If I had a bell, I'd ring out danger, If I had a song, I'd sing out danger, Well I got a hammer, It's the hammer of Justice, It's the hammer of Justice, Universal Soldier Donovan (1965) He's five feet two and he's six feet four He fights with missiles and with spears He's all of 31 and he's only 17 He's been a soldier for a thousand years He's a Catholic, a Hindu, an athiest, a Jain, a Buddhist and a Baptist and a Jew and he knows he shouldn't kill and he knows he always will kill you for me my friend and me for you And he's fighting for Canada, he's fighting for France, he's fighting for the USA, and he's fighting for the Russians and he's fighting for Japan, and he thinks we'll put an end to war this way And he's fighting for Democracy and fighting for the Reds He says it's for the peace of all He's the one who must decide who's to live and who's to die and he never sees the writing on the walls But without him how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau Without him Caesar would have stood alone He's the one who gives his body as a weapon to a war and without him all this killing can't go on He's the universal soldier and he really is to blame His orders come from far away no more They come from him, and you, and me and brothers can't you see this is not the way we put an end to war. Give Peace A Chance John Lennon Two, one two three four Ev'rybody's talking about Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism This-ism, that-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m. All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance C'mon Ev'rybody's talking about Ministers, Sinisters, Banisters and canisters Bishops and Fishops and Rabbis and Pop eyes, And bye bye, bye byes. All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Let me tell you now Ev'rybody's talking about Revolution, evolution, masturbation, flagellation, regulation, integrations, meditations, United Nations, Congratulations. All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Ev'rybody's talking about John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper, Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna, Hare, Hare Krishna All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Ball of Confusion (That's What The World Is Today) The Temptations People moving out, People moving in. why, because of the color of their skin run, run, run but you sho' can't hide An eye for an eye,tooth for a tooth, vote for me and I'll set you free rap on, brother, rap on The only person talking about love thy brother is the preacher and it seems nobody's interested in learning but the teacher segregation, determination, demonstration, integration, Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation Ball of confusion, oh yeah That's what the world is today, hey The sale of pills are at an all time high young folks walking round with their heads in the sky the cities ablaze in the summertime, and oh the beat goes on evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul shooting rockets to the moon kids growing up too soon politicians say more taxes, will solve everything and the band played on So, round and around and around we go where the world's headed, nobody knows Oh, Great Googamooga, can't you hear me talking to you just a ball of confusion, oh yeah that's what the world is today, hey Fear in the air, tension everywhere unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gas and the only safe place to live, is on an indian reservation and the band played on Eve of destruction, tax deduction city inspectors, bill collectors mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills hippies moving to the hills people all over the world are shouting end the war and the band played on Oh, Great Googamooga, can't you hear me talking to you just a ball of confusion, that's what the world is today, hey Ohio Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning 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
Ah, la la la la...
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning 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's coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Four dead in Ohio
{Repeat last line}
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