The Very Best "Protest" Songs? (page 8)

Nosferatu

April Wine - Drop Your Guns

Look at all the places we been, and look where we are
Something is amiss here cause we never seem to get very far
Now I got a feeling, a plan, some music to sing
And I'm looking for the right words to convey the message we bring

If you can hear it, mmm, I'm gettin' near it, if I can say it
Drop your guns, and raise your hands in the air
You're the one that started all the trouble out there

Grease me, I'm near you, blast me, I'm in your way
You're the thing in a song, that really ought to be put away
Now I got a feeling, a plan, some music to sing
And I'm looking for the right words to convey the message we bring

If you can hear it, I'm gettin' near it, if I can say it
Drop your guns, and raise your hands in the air

Drop your guns, and raise your hands in the air
Drop your guns, and raise your hands in the air
Drop your guns, and raise your hands in the air
Drop your guns, and raise your hands in the air

frankiespeakin

Pennywise: Fuck Authority:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5293512365646289545

Someday
You gotta find another way
You gotta right your mind and live by what you say

Today
Is just another day
Lets set your sights and try to find our way

I say fuck authority
Silent majority
Raised by the system
Now its time to rise against them
Were sick of your treason
Sick of your lies
Fuck no, we wont listen
Were gonna open your eyes

Frustration
Domination
Feel the rage of a new generation
Were living
Were dying
Were never gonna stop
Stop trying

You know
Youve got a right to take control
You gotta take offense against the status quoue
No way
Were gonna stand for it today
Fight for your rights
Its time we had our say!

I say fuck authority
Silent majority
Raised by the system
Now its time to rage against them
Were sick of your treason
Sick of your lies
Fuck no, we wont listen
Were gonna open your eyes!

Frustration
Domination
Feel the rage of a new generation
Were living
Were dying
Were sick and tired of your endless lying
Destroy
Enjoy
Your fucking world is our brand new toy
Dominate
Eliminate
Your gonna feel the wrath
Wrath of hate

Fuck authority
Silent majority
Raised by the system
Now its time to rise against them
Were sick of your treason
Sick of your lies
Fuck no, we wont listen
Were gonna open your eyes

Frustration
Domination
Feel the rage of a new generation
Were living
Were dying
Were never gonna stop
Stop trying(x4)

wednesday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R657qvs4omU&feature=related

the night they drove old dixie down

the original version by joan boaz

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qa39rAcvW-k&feature=related

freydi

From the Civil War to the tune of Glory Hallelujah

We is done with hoein cotton
We is done with hoein corn
We is colored Yankee Soldiers
Just as sure as you be born
And when "massa" hears us comin
He gonna think it's Gabriel's horn
As we go marchin on.

Glory Glory Hallelujah.......

Tuesday

Avishai - I was about to freak out since no one had mentioned Phil Ochs, what an amazing song that is.

This isn't as much a social protest as it is an intellectual protest

"MTV Get off The Air" by The Dead Kennedys.

JK666

This is Frank Zappa's ode to poverty and the indifference of politicians.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mn6nFY04iKo

HOT PLATE HEAVEN AT THE GREEN HOTEL

I used to have a job
An' I was doin' very well
Depression came along
An' everybody start to yell
'where'd they go, them good ol' days,
'an all that crap we used to sell? '
Now I'm in hot-plate heaven,
At the green hotel

Republicans is fine,
If you're a multi-millionaire
Democrats is fair,
If all you own is what you wear
Neither of 'em's really right,
'cause neithor of 'em care
'bout that hot-plate heaven,
'cause they ain't been there

They really oughta go
'n find out how the hall-way smell --
They'd benefit to know
'bout what the bums in there could tell

(of course we're only dreamin',
But I s'pose it's just as well
That's all you get to dream
Up in the green hotel)

Nature didn't put me here
An' neither did my fate --
It musta been some evil ol'
Republican candidate!
He's over here in Washington,
But I wish he was in Hell
'cause I'm in hot-plate heaven
At the green hotel

Things is slightly better now;
They hope we will forget
The misery of 'trickle down',
An' jelly-bean etiquette
The regal presidential style
Has simply not worn well,
An' neither has my rags,
Up in the green hotel

Pass me the dog food . . .

JK

loosie

Dear Mr President by Pink

"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

The Very Best "Protest" Songs?

Nosferatu

frankiespeakin

wednesday

freydi

Tuesday

JK666

loosie

dinah

FadingAway

MinisterAmos

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