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Tracy Riddle
06-15-2013, 10:11 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hW9cCWm53H4

CIA Man -The Fugs

Who can kill a general in his bed?
Overthrow dictators if they're red?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can buy a government so cheap?
Change a cabinet without a squeak.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can train guerillas by the dozens?
Send them out to kill their untrained cousins?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can get a budget that's so great?
Who will be the 51st state?
Who has got the secretest Service?
The one that makes the other service nervous?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can take the sugar from it's sack,
Pour in LSD and put it back?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can mine the harbors a' Nicaragua?
Out hit all the hitman of Chicagua.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can be so overtly covert?
Sometimes even covertly overt.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Whos 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!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ar9E65h6XK8

The American in Me – The Avengers (1978, San Francisco)

It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood
running out of the bullet hole in his head.
It's the American in me that makes me watch TV
see on the news, listen what the man said.
He said

"Ask not what you can do for your country
what's your country been doing to you
Ask not what you can do for your country
what's your country been doing to your mind?"

It's the American in me says it an honor to die
in a war that's just a politicians lie
It's the American in me that makes me watch TV
see how they burn the SLA
They say

"Ask not what you can do for your country
what's your country been doing to you
Ask not what you can do for your country
what's your country been doing to your mind?"

In the USA!
In the USA!
In the USA!

It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood
running out of the bullet hole in his head.
It's the American in me that never wonders why
Kennedy was murdered by the FBI


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYlIHXa3A0M

Bleed for Me - Dead Kennedys (1982, San Francisco)

You've been hanging 'round
With an enemy of the state
Come with me to the building
That no one stops to watch

Chorus
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
Bleed for me

We'll strap you to a pipe
Electrodes on your balls
C'mon scream
C'mon writhe
Face down in a pool of piss

Chorus

In the name of world peace
In the name of world profits
America pumps up our secret police
America wants fuel
To get it, it needs puppets
So what's ten million dead?
If it's keeping out the Russians

We're well trained by the CIA
With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg
The Peace Corps builds up the labor camps
When they think they're building schools

Ha Ha

When cowboy Ronnie comes to town
Forks out his tongue at human rights
Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal
Dine on some charbroiled nuns
Try a medal on
Smile at the mirror as the cameras click
and make big business happy—

Anytime
Anywhere
Maybe you'll just disappear

Tracy Riddle
06-30-2013, 11:05 PM
“Political Science” – Randy Newman (1972)


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iiv-6fMKyY

No one likes us-I don't know why
We may not be perfect, but heaven knows we try
But all around, even our old friends put us down
Let's drop the big one and see what happens

We give them money-but are they grateful?
No, they're spiteful and they're hateful
They don't respect us-so let's surprise them
We'll drop the big one and pulverize them

Asia's crowded and Europe's too old
Africa is far too hot
And Canada's too cold
And South America stole our name
Let's drop the big one
There'll be no one left to blame us

We'll save Australia
Don't wanna hurt no kangaroo
We'll build an All American amusement park there
They got surfin', too

Boom goes London and boom Paris
More room for you and more room for me
And every city the whole world round
Will just be another American town
Oh, how peaceful it will be
We'll set everybody free
You'll wear a Japanese kimono babe
And there'll be Italian shoes for me

They all hate us anyhow
So let's drop the big one now
Let's drop the big one now

“The Badge Means You Suck” – AK47 (Houston, Texas, 1980)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUvm7GfB6zc

Well you think you know what terror is
As it stares from the newspaper page
And of course you all know what horror is
It’s the rage of the age
Intimidation doesn’t have a focus
It oozes from every pore
Murder doesn’t bother to whisper
In this fucking town it roars

Bodies awash in back bayous
Bibles all full of holes
Kill a captive to capture a criminal
Badges where there ought to be souls
Badges where there’s got to be souls
Badges where there’s not any souls.

Well, I’d like to be smug and self-righteous
And talk about courts setting criminals free
Buy me a nice little home near Conroe
Where the neighbors are just like me
But everytime I see the uniform
I realize I’ve had the luck
To only read about their latest deeds
And miss a fascist mind fuck
Duck when you see ‘em coming
Cause the badge means you suck.

A black man just back from Nam
People thought he was a little bit odd
Jogged at night to calm his nerves
Always talking about God
Well a black man running in the evening
To a cop is a nigger crook
They had two loaded revolvers
Milton had just one book
But he didn’t have a chance to convert them
Because they wouldn’t take a second look
It took 8 shots to stop Milton Glover
And his goddamn holy book
Duck when you see ‘em coming
Cause the badge means you suck.

Sprinkle bodies with throw down revolvers
Cover court transcripts with shit
And if by chance you get found guilty
You’ll still get away with it
The men who killed Joe Torres
Never went to jail
The sniper who picked off Carl Hampton
Never paid any bail
The killers of Milton Glover
They might be pulling you over tonight
And if you happen to get shot
Well I guess you started the fight
I guess you started the fight
They said you started the fight

Bodies awash in back bayous
Bibles all full of holes
Kill a captive to capture a criminal
Badges where there ought to be souls.

Well there’s too much counterfeit money
I don’t need to pass no buck
Gunna coin me a new slogan
The badge means you suck
The badge means you’re fucked
The badge means you suck.

“Corporate Deathburger” – MDC (Austin, Texas, 1982)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HS4PkPNMWHY

Ronald laughs as millions starve and profits forever increase
your stenching farts as they smile they say they try to please
plastic chairs and fake shakes to help it all go down
polluting your children with their lies and trying to destroy your mind
corporate deathburger, Ronald McDonald
change from your five
ankles deep in blood
make it your career
sell billions every year
golden arches and Ronald smiles
Ronald laughs as billions starve and profits forever increase
feeding all your grain to cows dead children rest in peace
the stench of humans rotting smells just like fish filet
your sign neglects to mention 50,000 starved today
(chorus)
change from your five
torture camps for cows
slaughter and starvation from death corporation
golden arches and Ronald smiles
you say you're christian but you're a fake
multinationals on the take
starving children deserve a break today

Magda Hassan
06-30-2013, 11:37 PM
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xtazs3_bob-dylan-masters-of-war-graphic_creation

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H3CSBXkwx7o

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 12:07 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8PoqDzQ5qs
Why did you try to hurt me?
I got to know
Did you really want to kill me
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

Why do we have to fight?
Why must we fight?
I have to defend myself
From attack last night

I know I am black
You know you are white
I'm proud of my black skin
And you are proud of your white, so

Why did you try to hurt me?
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Did you really want to kill me
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

We don't need no British Movement
Nor the Ku Klux Klan
Nor the National Front
It makes me an angry man

I just want to live in peace
Why can't you be the same?
Why should I live in fear?
This fussing and fighting's insane

With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
A Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
We chase you out the dance hall, we chase you through the door
We chase you out the dance hall, we chase you through the door
Cos' we can't take no more of this at all
Cos' we can't take no more of this at all
With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

You're too scared to make a speech during the light
Without a thousand police protecting your rights
To threaten and abuse, incite or fight
But who will protect me from you in the night?

Why did you try to hurt me?
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Did you really want to kill me
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

With a Nazi salute and a steel capped boot
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
You follow like sheep inna wolf clothes
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 12:18 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvjXnmkdAqs
Reagan Youth - New Aryans

Be proud that you're a white american!
Blond hair, bule eyes - a fine new aryan?
Supremacy's the white man's burden?

A final solution for all new aryans...
Death to the nazis and the ku klux klan!
Anarchy in the fatherland!

Anarchy for all new aryans
No master race is gonna rule my land!

New order?
No order!
Disorder! ...Now!

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 12:28 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6fem7-ucxg
Thou Shalt Not StealIn 1788 down Sydney Cove
The first boat-people land
Said sorry boys our gain’s your loss
We gonna steal your land
And if you break our new British laws
For sure you’re gonna hang
Or work your life like convicts
With chains on your neck and hands
CHORUS
They taught us
Oh Oh Black woman thou shalt not steal
Oh Oh Black man thou shalt not steal
We’re gonna civilize
Your Black barbaric lives
And teach you how to kneel
But your history couldn’t hide
The genocide
The hypocrisy to us was real
’cause your Jesus said
you’re supposed to give the oppressed
a better deal
We say to you yes whiteman thou shalt not steal
Oh ya our land you’d better heal
Your science and technology Hey you can make a nuclear bomb
Development has increased the size to 3,000,000 megatons
But if you think that’s progress
I suggest your reasoning is unsound
You shoulda found out long ago
You best keep it in the ground
Job and me and Jesus sittin’
Underneath the Indooroopilly bridge
Watchin’ that blazin’ sun go down
Behind the tall tree’d mountain ridge
The land’s our heritage and spirit
Here the rightful culture’s Black
and we sittin’ here just wonderin’
When we get the land back
You talk of conservation
Keep the forest pristine green
Yet in 200 years your materialism
Has stripped the forests clean
A racist’s a contradiction
That’s understood by none
Mostly their left hand hold a bible
Their right hand holds a gun

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 12:30 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLXzKYP1uCw
This story's right, this story's true
I would not tell lies to you
Like the promises they did not keep
And how they fenced us in like sheep.
Said to us come take our hand
Sent us off to mission land.
Taught us to read, to write and pray
Then they took the children away,
Took the children away,
The children away.
Snatched from their mother's breast
Said this is for the best
Took them away.

The welfare and the policeman
Said you've got to understand
We'll give them what you can't give
Teach them how to really live.
Teach them how to live they said
Humiliated them instead
Taught them that and taught them this
And others taught them prejudice.
You took the children away
The children away
Breaking their mothers heart
Tearing us all apart
Took them away

One dark day on Framingham
Come and didn't give a damn
My mother cried go get their dad
He came running, fighting mad
Mother's tears were falling down
Dad shaped up and stood his ground.
He said 'You touch my kids and you fight me'
And they took us from our family.
Took us away
They took us away
Snatched from our mother's breast
Said this was for the best
Took us away.

Told us what to do and say
Told us all the white man's ways
Then they split us up again
And gave us gifts to ease the pain
Sent us off to foster homes
As we grew up we felt alone
Cause we were acting white
Yet feeling black

One sweet day all the children came back
The children come back
The children come back
Back where their hearts grow strong
Back where they all belong
The children came back
Said the children come back
The children come back
Back where they understand
Back to their mother's land
The children come back

Back to their mother
Back to their father
Back to their sister
Back to their brother
Back to their people
Back to their land
All the children come back
The children come back
The children come back
Yes I came back.

All about Archie Roach: http://www.musictory.com/music/Archie+Roach

Cliff Varnell
07-01-2013, 01:12 AM
Top fave Dylan lyric the one Columbia made him change:


"Mama's in the fact'ry
She ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley
He's lookin' for the fuse
I'm in the kitchen
With the tombstone blues."


They got him to change "the fuse" to "food."

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 02:22 AM
They got him to change more than words along the way. IMHO.

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 02:30 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyVYJIZSh2w
CAPITALISM GONE MAD
By Mighty Sparrow

You got to be a millionaire or some kind of petit-bourgeoisie
Any time you living here in this country
You got to be in skullduggery, making your money illicitly
To live like somebody in this country
It's outrageous and insane, them crazy prices in Port of Spain
And like the merchants going out dey brain
And the working man, like he only toiling in vain.

Chorus:
Where you ever hear, a television for seven thousand
Quarter million for lil piece of land
A pair of sneakers - two hundred dollars
Eighty, ninety thousand for motor cars
At last here in Trinidad, we see capitalism gone mad
It's sad and getting more bad because, doudou, capitalism gone mad!

To provide for your family today on your present salary
Is an impossibility in this country
So many bills to pay, there is no conceivable way
To save for a rainy day in this country
Avariciousness to be precise, is why every damn thing so overpriced
Big business making everybody feel
Government give them an open license to steal.

Chorus:
Would you believe me, one nylon panty is nineteen ninety
Twenty dollars for some baby milk
The cheapest jersey cost over sixty
Two hundred and change a yard for silk
It hard here in Trinidad, lord have mercy, capitalism gone mad
It's sad, things getting more bad, oh lord, capitalism gone mad!

To buy a pack of cigarette does leave you with a hole in your wallet
And money is so hard to get in this country
Necessity or luxuries, it doesn't matter what the item is
They charging anything they please in this country
Primary school books prices lewd
Is highway robbery, the price of food
All hopes and dreams elude the poor man
But politicians still expect good work attitude.

Chorus:
Just imagine this, the cheapest coffin over three thousand
Not even dying today easy
Thousands of dollars for the undertakers
So you could get a spot in the cemetery
It hard here in Trinidad, oh lord, capitalism gone mad
The gladness that once we had is gone because capitalism gone mad!

You got to have heavy contact, know how to move up in society
To make any kind of impact in this country
You got to know how to gyp the field
How to scheme and swindle properly
Perfect the art of wheel and deal in this country
I say, survival in this land isn't easy for no man
With unemployment and high inflation
Some of we go dead before the end of this recession.

Chorus:
Wey de hell is dis, a Mango Julie costing three fifty
Forty dollars for one watermelon
Half your salary for fish, meat and poultry
Time you buy greens all your money done.
It hard here in Trinidad, lord, have mercy, capitalism gone mad
It sad and getting more hard, put a hand, lord, capitalism gone mad!

Lauren Johnson
07-01-2013, 02:57 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbHR-apIHLU

Gather round people let me tell you're a story
An eight year long story of power and pride
British Lord Vestey and Vincent Lingiarri
Were opposite men on opposite sides

Vestey was fat with money and muscle
Beef was his business, broad was his door
Vincent was lean and spoke very little
He had no bank balance, hard dirt was his floor

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Gurindji were working for nothing but rations
Where once they had gathered the wealth of the land
Daily the pressure got tighter and tighter
Gurindju decided they must make a stand

They picked up their swags and started off walking
At Wattie Creek they sat themselves down
Now it don't sound like much but it sure got tongues talking
Back at the homestead and then in the town

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Vestey man said I'll double your wages
Seven quid a week you'll have in your hand
Vincent said uhuh we're not talking about wages
We're sitting right here till we get our land
Vestey man roared and Vestey man thundered
You don't stand the chance of a cinder in snow
Vince said if we fall others are rising

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Then Vincent Lingiarri boarded an aeroplane
Landed in Sydney, big city of lights
And daily he went round softly speaking his story
To all kinds of men from all walks of life

And Vincent sat down with big politicians
This affair they told him is a matter of state
Let us sort it out, your people are hungry
Vincent said no thanks, we know how to wait

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Then Vincent Lingiarri returned in an aeroplane
Back to his country once more to sit down
And he told his people let the stars keep on turning
We have friends in the south, in the cities and towns

Eight years went by, eight long years of waiting
Till one day a tall stranger appeared in the land
And he came with lawyers and he came with great ceremony
And through Vincent's fingers poured a handful of sand

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

That was the story of Vincent Lingairri
But this is the story of something much more
How power and privilege can not move a people
Who know where they stand and stand in the law

From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow
From little things big things grow

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 03:01 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhRvEFpAmSc
We're taught that after the war
The Nazis vanished without a trace
But battalions of fascists
Still dream of a master race
The history books
They tell of their defeat in 45
Why did they all come out of the woodwork
On the day the Nazi died
They say the prisoner of Spandau
Was a symbol of defeat
Whilst Hess remained imprisoned
Then the fascists they were beat
So the promise of an Aryan world
Would never materialize
So why did they all come out of the woodwork
On the day the Nazi died
The world is ridden by maggots
The maggots are getting fat
They're making a tasty meal
Of all the bosses and bureaucrats
They're taking over the board rooms
And they're fat and full of pride
And they all came out of the woodwork
On the day the Nazi died
So if you meet with these historiansI'll tell you what to say
Tell them that the Nazis
Never really went away
They're out there burning houses down
And they're peddling racist lies
And we'll never rest again
Until every Nazi dies

Charles Drago
07-01-2013, 04:47 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=Qs7EikHQGlA

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 05:08 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=VwcKwGS7OSQ
I’m gonna tell you fascists
You may be surprised
The people in this world
Are getting organized
You’re bound to lose
You fascists bound to lose
Race hatred cannot stop us
This one thing we know
Your poll tax and Jim Crow
And greed has got to go
You’re bound to lose
You fascists bound to lose.
All of you fascists bound to lose:
I said, all of you fascists bound to lose:
Yes sir, all of you fascists bound to lose:
You’re bound to lose! You fascists:
Bound to lose!
People of every color
Marching side to side
Marching ‘cross these fields
Where a million fascists dies
You’re bound to lose
You fascists bound to lose!
I’m going into this battle
And take my union gun
We’ll end this world of slavery
Before this battle’s won
You’re bound to lose
You fascists bound to lose!

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 05:50 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=B7dBBCHYcZs
The song takes its name from a Republican poster of the time, displaying a photograph of a young child killed by the Nationalists under a sky of bombers with the stark warning "If you tolerate this, your children will be next" written at the bottom.

The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists

Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain

Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

Magda Hassan
07-01-2013, 07:06 AM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGaRtqrlGy8


You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop 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 XeroxIn 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle and leading a charge by JohnMitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eathog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star NatalieWoods 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 poundsthinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be no pictures of you and Willie May pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32 or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting downbrothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting downbrothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young beingrun out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of RoyWilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.


Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and women 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'clocknews and no pictures of hairy armed womenliberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, TomJones, 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 white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in yourbedroom, 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 may 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, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.

Tracy Riddle
07-01-2013, 01:55 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33pA31c2cfs


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0GRR_n_yQGA


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oy1gCs26LuQ

"Stop the World" - The Clash

The panorama of the city is wrong
In fact the city seems to be gone
Burning rubber burning smoke in my eyes
There's a flat burning junkheap for twenty square miles

They took it into the nuclear mine
Judging by this, they left nothing behind

Down in the bunkers in the crust of the earth
Now crouch the wealthy and the noble of birth
If I could a ride a train around the city
That holds this as our fate
I'd hide from electro-circuit central
To the shock inducer gate
Not forgetting the by-pass
Across the Washington hooks
Through the phones and desks and screens
Of the Kremlin's crook of crooks
There's some panel in a circuit board
A destination of the override
Scanning the wild wind

Blowing through the Berlin corridor
Spotlit in a palace, shielded from dust
Malfunction or not, the failsafe is the crux
So far away from us, shaking with the mystery tears
One lonely night in Ladbroke Grove
Far away in the deserts of Omaha
They got it nailed down-Swiss tight
The bank notes of Europe, the emperors and kings
Curl in the autumn as the burning of leaves
And I've cleaned my black guitar



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6uT6KKWgvQU

"The Leader" - The Clash

Atom secrets, secret leaflet
Have the boys found the leak yet?
The molehill sets the wheel in motion
His downfall picks up locomotion

The people must have something good to read on a Sunday

The leader's wife takes a government car
In the dark to meet her minister
But the leader never leaves his door ajar
As he swings his whip from the Boer War

He wore a leather mask for his dinner guests
Totally nude and with deep respect
Proposed a toast to the votes he gets
The feeling of power and the thought of sex!

Now the girl let the fat man touch her
Vodka fumes and the feel of a vulture
The driver waited in the embassy car
The fat man's trap was set for capture
So the girl let the thin man touch her
Mixing questions, drunken laughter
The ministry car was waiting there
A minister knows his own affair

The people must have something good to read on a Sunday

Jan Klimkowski
07-01-2013, 05:55 PM
Lauryn Hill and Ziggy Marley sing Redemption Song.


How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?


Lyrics on the screen, apart from Lauryn's rap....


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwNlQRvV-b4

Magda Hassan
07-13-2013, 05:52 AM
Lauryn Hill and Ziggy Marley sing Redemption Song.


How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?


Yes!
and...
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.

Keith Millea
07-13-2013, 05:06 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=O9HFjErMMlA

Here comes the helicopter -- second time today
Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they've murdered only God can say
If I had a rocket launcher...I'd make somebody pay

I don't believe in guarded borders and I don't believe in hate
I don't believe in generals or their stinking torture states
And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate
If I had a rocket launcher...I would retaliate

On the Rio Lacantun, one hundred thousand wait
To fall down from starvation -- or some less humane fate
Cry for guatemala, with a corpse in every gate
If I had a rocket launcher...I would not hesitate

I want to raise every voice -- at least I've got to try
Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes.
Situation desperate, echoes of the victims cry
If I had a rocket launcher...Some son of a bitch would die

Jan Klimkowski
07-13-2013, 05:37 PM
Keith - I think those lyrics officially make Bruce Cockburn an "Insider Threat (https://deeppoliticsforum.com/forums/showthread.php?11921-Panopticon-of-global-surveillance)"...

Keith Millea
07-13-2013, 06:18 PM
Keith - I think those lyrics officially make Bruce Cockburn an "Insider Threat (https://deeppoliticsforum.com/forums/showthread.php?11921-Panopticon-of-global-surveillance)"...

Yeah,the "Insider Threat Club",and we're all in it....funny that.


......:monkeypiss:

Tracy Riddle
07-13-2013, 08:43 PM
Jimmy Cliff - Vietnam

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OChrbIR6oHs

Hey, Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
Yesterday, I got a letter from my friend fighting in Vietnam And this is what he had to say "Tell all my friends that I'll be coming home soon My time'll be up some time in June Don't forget", he said, "To tell my sweet Mary Her golden lips are sweet as cherry"
And it came from Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam
It was just the next day, his mother got a telegram It was addressed from Vietnam Now mistress Brown, she lives in the USA And this is what she wrote and said "Don't be alarmed", she told me the telegram said
And it came from Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam Vietnam, Vietnam, hey, Vietnam Somebody please stop that war now
Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, oh Vietnam, Vietnam, oh Vietnam, oh oh, oh oh Somebody please stop it
Vietnam, Vietnam, oh Vietnam, Vietnam, oh oh, oh oh Vietnam, hey, Vietnam, aha Vietnam, oh oh, yeah
I wanna say now somebody stop that war Vietnam, oh yeah, aha

John Prine – Your Flag Decal Won’t Get you Into Heaven Anymore

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

While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped it on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I'd tell her how good I feel.

Chorus:
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.

Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me,
"If you join the Christmas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for free."
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I took him up on what he said.
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's forehead.

Repeat Chorus:

Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn't see.
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree.
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...

"But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more."

Gil Scott Heron - We Almost Lost Detroit

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

It stands out on a highway
like a Creature from another time.
It inspires the babies' questions,
"What's that?"
For their mothers as they ride.
But no one stopped to think about the babies
or how they would survive,
and we almost lost Detroit
this time.
How would we ever get over
losing our minds?
Just thirty miles from Detroit
stands a giant power station.
It ticks each night as the city sleeps
seconds from annihilation.
But no one stopped to think about the people
or how they would survive,
and we almost lost Detroit
this time.
How would we ever get over
over losing our minds?
The sheriff of Monroe County had,
sure enough disasters on his mind,
and what would Karen Silkwood say
if she was still alive?
That when it comes to people's safety
money wins out every time.
and we almost lost Detroit
this time, this time.
How would we ever get over
over losing our minds?
You see, we almost lost Detroit
that time.
Almost lost Detroit
that time.
And how would we ever get over...
Cause odds are,
we gonna loose somewhere, one time.
Odds are
we gonna loose somewhere sometime.
And how would we ever get over
losing our minds?
And how would we ever get over
losing our minds?
Didn't they, didn't they decide?
Almost lost Detroit
that time.
Damn near totally destroyed,
one time.
Didn't all of the world know?
Say didn't you know?
Didn't all of the world know?
Say didn't you know?
We almost lost detroit...

Lauren Johnson
07-13-2013, 09:14 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgWFxFg7-GU&feature=c4-overview&playnext=1&list=TLdOLWKC38Irk

Jim Hackett II
07-13-2013, 10:29 PM
Only need a little FWIW.....

Magda Hassan
07-31-2013, 03:50 AM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-j5PsX9AeFk
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)

I got an x-ray camera hidden in your house
That sees what I can't see
And that man you were kissin' last night
Definitely was not me, oh baby

I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)

Just because he was wearin' shades
You thought he didn't leave a clue
I got his name, I know his game
He's double-0 you know who, oh baby

I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy)

I've got the facts in the file
Baby I don't have to guess
I took that agent's fingerprints
Off of your new red dress, oh baby

I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)

I know when you're out
I know when you're in
I know where you're goin'
'Cause I know where you've been

I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
Baby, I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)
Baby, I spy for the FBI
(I spy for the FBI)

Tracy Riddle
07-31-2013, 02:05 PM
33 years later, this song is still relevant.


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

I hope you're having fun.
Where's your uniform?
Where's your gun?
Better rub up that suntan oil
'cause you'll be fighting in the hot sun.

It's not..Vietnam,
just another oil company scam.
Salute that flag for Uncle Sam.
Get your money out, place your bets...
it's Afghanistan!

Fix bayonets, check grenades.
Got enough bullets,
got enough rounds to wipe out this place?
Where the infantry & the cavalry
parachutes fill the sky,
bodies burn and people die.

It's not..Vietnam,
just another oil company scam.
Better salute that flag for Uncle Sam.
Get your money out, place your bets...
it's Afghanistan!

Tracy Riddle
07-31-2013, 02:10 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oXvMwGkRpEs


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTOv9BU-xRE

Danny Jarman
08-13-2013, 11:15 PM
I walked from New York and back from L.A.
I lived on a mountain and once by the bay
I bought an apartment and slept in the hay
but there's no place that's softer than (your arms)

living today is just getting so bad
there's a look on your face
and it says"you've been had!"
you can take all my money
but don't make me mad
cause there's nobody meaner than (me)

I prayed to Buddha, to Allah, and Jim.
I turned to Jesus and stayed there with him
I fell in deep but I learned how to swim


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lEa5ANoKFNQ
now there's no one who's cleaner than me or than him

Tracy Riddle
08-20-2013, 01:56 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqX52K9fosU

R.K. Locke
08-29-2013, 08:56 PM
http://youtu.be/OIwbeEGXj5E



http://youtu.be/epuG-yIIyK8



http://youtu.be/g5NfwZRBrKE

Jan Klimkowski
08-29-2013, 09:14 PM
Nouvelle Vague's live acoustic version of Joy Division's Love Will Tear Us Apart......



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4efME9Vnlc

Tracy Riddle
08-30-2013, 12:47 AM
Same song; the cover by DOA and the original by the Wailing Souls.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKnGb8BKHVA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjUhD5fteUQ

Charles Drago
08-30-2013, 01:42 AM
Bird ... I'm sure you understand.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jrTNT9_-BgI&feature=player_detailpage

R.K. Locke
08-31-2013, 11:02 AM
Exuma - Baal. Very much worth a listen (song starts at 6:12):



http://youtu.be/4IHgH3vf0fs?t=6m10s

R.K. Locke
08-31-2013, 06:59 PM
How about some poetry:


http://youtu.be/qJ89lZDBDR4

Jan Klimkowski
09-04-2013, 10:40 PM
This is the way the world ends

With a bang

With a whimper

With a moment of moral courage



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRl8OX-_p2Q


Creasy found his soul, his moral compass, again.

Just for a moment.

Charles Drago
09-04-2013, 10:45 PM
This is the way the world ends

With a bang

With a whimper

With a moment of moral courage

Or as the great musical philosopher Paul Desmond noted upon learning of the break-up of his best friend's marriage due to the wife's long-term affair with a financial guru:

"And so it ends ... not on a whim, but with a banker."

Tracy Riddle
10-15-2013, 02:55 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ma9DwoOnGT8

Tracy Riddle
11-03-2013, 07:54 PM
Buried within the mostly bland corporate rock of Styx's Cornerstone is "Eddie" -

Eddie, now don't you run
You know you're a bootlegger's son
And you saw just what it's done to the others
Eddie, now don't you run
It's the end of all your fun
And you saw just what they've done
To your brothers


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2akR5jtVSk

Tracy Riddle
05-06-2016, 02:04 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yo2AKu6LAGA

"Oswald doesn't know it's a government plan"

The First and Last is a live album released by the "once-only" supergroup band New Race (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Race). The First and Last is a collection of recordings from the various shows the band played along the East Coast of Australia (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia) in 1981 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1981_in_music). New Race contained members of the band Radio Birdman (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radio_Birdman): Deniz Tek (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deniz_Tek), Rob Younger (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rob_Younger), and Warwick Gilbert (https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Warwick_Gilbert&action=edit&redlink=1), along with guitarist fromThe Stooges (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Stooges)- Ron Asheton (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ron_Asheton), and MC5 (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MC5) drummer Dennis Thompson (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dennis_Thompson_(drummer)).