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Dawn Meredith
03-16-2009, 11:01 PM
I have always hated computer/video games -(never played one in my life)- because it was clear to me that it was just one more way to train to kill.
"Suppose they gave a war and no-one came?" I wish.

Does anyone here remember a folk singer in the 60's named Michael Cooney? He had this great song "The Bankers and the Diplomats" about sending THEM off to fight the wars they started.

It was great idea then and is today. I could NEVER be a high school teacher. I'd be fired for advocating resisting all war.
Dawn


Can't resist, Must post this:


We Hate to See Them Go
Notes: words and music by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1958 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1987. a.k.a. "The Bankers and the Diplomats" and "Gentlemen of Distinction in the Army." An earlier version that lacked the chorus is known as "Swivel Chair Reserves," "Ticker Tape Parade," or "The Bankers and the Diplomats."


Last night I had a lovely dream.
I saw a big parade with ticker tape galore,
And men were marching there
The like I'd never seen before.

Oh the bankers and the diplomats are going in the army.
Oh happy day! I'd give my pay to see them on parade,
Their paunches at attention and their striped pants at ease.
They've gotten patriotic and they're going overseas.
We'll have to do the best we can and bravely carry on,
So we'll just keep the laddies1 here to manage while they're gone.

Chorus:
Oh, oh, we hate to see them go,
The gentlemen of distinction in the army.

The bankers and the diplomats are going in the army,
It seemed too bad to keep them from the wars they love to plan.
We're all of us contented that they'll fight a dandy war,
They don't need propaganda, they know what they're fighting for.
They'll march away with dignity and in the best of form,
And we'll just keep the laddies here to keep the lassies1 warm.

(Chorus)

The bankers and the diplomats are going in the army,
We're going to make things easy cause it's all so new and strange;
We'll give them silver shovels when they have to dig a hole,
And they can sing in harmony when answering the roll,
They'll eat their old K-rations from a hand-embroidered box,
And when they die, we'll bring them home, and bury them in Fort Knox.

(Chorus)


Malvina Reynolds songbook(s) in which the music to this song appears:
---- Little Boxes and Other Handmade Songs
---- The Malvina Reynolds Songbook

Other place(s) where the music to this song appears:
---- Peter Blood-Patterson: Rise Up Singing: The Group-Singing Song Book [lyrics & guitar chords only] (Bethlehem, PA: Sing Out Corp., 1988), p. 187
---- Broadside No. 101 (September 1969)
---- Sing Out!, Volume 20(3) (1971), p. 25

Malvina Reynolds recording(s) on which this song is performed:
---- Another County Heard From
---- Malvina Reynolds
---- Malvina Reynolds (2007)

Recordings by other artists on which this song is performed:
---- Bluestein Family: Let the Dove Come In [as "The Bankers and the Diplomats"] (Fretless Records FR 156, 1981)
---- Michael Cooney: Michael Cooney [as "The Bankers and the Diplomats Are Going in the Army"] (Folk Legacy Records FSI-35, 1968)
---- Sally Rogers and Claudia Schmidt: Closing the Distance [as "Gentlemen of Distinction in the Army"] (Flying Fish FF70425, 1987)
---- listen to youtube.com video

Additional note

Damien Lloyd
03-17-2009, 12:30 AM
I just had to find that song. Heres one of my favourites from Rage Against the Machine:

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a
swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow rules when the set
commands ya
they said it was blue
When the blood was red
That's how you got a bullet blasted
through ya head

Blasted through ya head
Blasted through ya head

I give a shout out to the living
dead
Who stood and watched as the feds
cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death
tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realize

they load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at
prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like
Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

Just victims of the in-house
drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

They load the clop in omnicolor
They pck the 9, they fire it at
prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like
Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds

No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again jack and then rewind
the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're
tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they're
sellin' ya
They say jump
you say how high
Ay brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in ya head

Just victims of the in-house
drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya gotta bullet in ya head