Some favorite anti war tunes (songs)

Subject: RE: BS: Some favorite anti war tunes
From: Donuel
Date: 05 May 04 - 12:00 PM

I have written over 1,200 (perhaps more) political poems and songs over the last 4 years.
Besides being an artist/political cartoonist I am also a songwriter and parody author of the Capitol Steps/Mark Russel type. However, I do not perform.
The biggest problem with parody humor is that linear minds tend to accuse me of believing in the jokes I write.

You name a topic and I already have a verse for it.
From Anthrax to Zimbabwe I got 'em all...copyrighted.


(to the snappy Martin Mull tune 'Jesus is Easy')
THE ANTHRAX SONG - THE UNCOMMON COLD. by Don Hakman c 2001

I paid a toll, I got some change, I went to town and bought some stuff and then I took the train I ate a burger, a soda, and crap I shouldn't oughta, cuz now I got the anthrax and I'm wond'rin' where it's from...

(CHORUS)
Anthrax is easy when you're startin' to sneeze you're gonna wonder if you're gonna grow old.
Anthrax is easy cuz it's cured with Cipro and not contagious like the uncommon cold.

I went to work, and like a jerk, I used the water fountain and got somthin' on my shirt and in a letter, I opened, I really should know better, but Ed McMann just said I'd won and now I'm wond'rin' where it's from ..
(chorus)

I came home, I used the phone, I called my doc in quarantine and asked him for some pills and in the bathroom, later, I used some toilet paper and I've got a sore not there before I'm wond'rin' where it's from.
(chorus)

I watched the news, took off my shoes, I took a shower for an hour then I went to bed but in my dreams, I screamed and then woke up Irene, then told her to beware the air I don't know where it's from
(chorus)

In the morning, I got changed, I went to town and bought some stuff and then I took the train I ate a pizza, eclair, and some stuff that had grown hair but now I got the anthrax and I'm wond'rin' where it's from...

Anthrax is easy if you're startin' to sneeze; you're gonna wonder if you're gonna grow old.
Anthrax is easy cuz its cured with Cipro and It's everywhere ,,,I'm telling ya they got anthrax.... every wheeeeere.

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I have lots of original songs but people here will best hear in their heads the tunes they already know, so here are some Muslim parody songs. (don't worry, I have some for each major religion)

I don't think I need to mention the melody that goes with these:


Think of your fellow man
Cut off his thieving hand
Put a lil Allah in your heart
You see it's getting late
Oh please don't hesitate
Put a lil Allah in your heart
And the world will be a bitter place
And the world will be a bitter place
For you and me
You just wait and see

Another day goes by
Circumcised children cry
Put a lil Allah in your heart
If you want the world to know
Just let our jihad grow
Put a lil Allah in your heart
And the world will be a bitter place
And the world will be a bitter place
For you and me
You just wait and see
Wait and see
Take a good look around
And if you're lookin' down
Put a lil Allah in your heart

I hope when you decide
Islam will be your guide
Put a lil Allah in your heart
And the world will be a bitter place
And the world will be a bitter place
For you and me
You just wait and see
Put a lil Allah in your heart

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I'd like to build the world a mosque
And furnish it with faith
Bring Africans and Chinamen
And every other race


That's the call I hear
That's the call of Islam
That's the call of Iman
That's the word of God

I'd like to see the world for once
Without a single Jew
Hear an echo through the hills
"Islam Is pure and true"

That's the call I hear
That's the call of Islam
That's the call of Iman
That's the word of God

I'd like to teach the world the truth
And hear them praise their Lord
To work and pray all God dam day
And earn their just reward

That's the call I hear
That's the call of Islam
That's the call of Iman
That's the word of God

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When the night has come
And the land is dark
And Islam
Is the only, light we see

I won't cry, I won't cry
No, I won't, shed a tear
Just as long
As I know
Allah's near

Chorus:
So sisters, brothers, kneel by me
O, pray with me and kneel by me
And believe, that Islam
Sets us free

When the sky that we look upon
Shall tumble and fall
And the earth shall crumble
'neath the sea

In that time, we shall fear
Only All ah
And our deeds, of the past
Will be clear.

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pot song to "a few of my favorite things"


Pot makes you choke like a goat on galloshes
Cost of the smoke could buy boats for your bosses,
Go for a drive around paranoid town.
These are the highs that will make you feel down.

When your lungs ache
and you eat cake
for a day, or two
Then you will know how pot improves your life
Like when you have the flu.

da dea da dea da dea da dea da dea da
da dea da dea da dea da dea da dea da
da dea da dea da dea da dea da dea
da dea da dea makes you forget the words

When the cops come
for your freedom
and you're thrown in jail
Your source for more pot will be better by far
as you grow old and pale.

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For internet forum addicts...

Get your 'puter runnin'
Head out to the rec room
Lookin' for adventure
and whoever's in the chat room.
Yeah darling gonna post some crap now
Take e-world in a fake embrace
Fire all of your puns at once
And explode cyberspace.

Have a smoke and coffee
Listen to a pop song
Racin to get in
with a feelin' that I belong.
Yeah darling gonna post some crap now
Take e-world in a fake embrace
Fire all of your puns at once
And explode cyberspace

Unlike true nature's child
We are bored, bored to be wild
We can feel complete
I never wanna delete

Bored to be mild
Bored to be mild
Bored to be mild

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I have even more non-political verse...


Dancing by ones and zeros
We traced outlines of who we were
I was feeling kind of dizzy
but I knew I wasn't sure.
Painting one last epic picture
My heart open by a thread
I considered one last cigarette
I lit one full of dread.

And so I wandered and wondered
Who we were supposed to be
A vessel for the future
or a branch upon a tree.

She said there is no reason
Things will be as they will be
But I wandered through my memories
My dreams were there to see
There were things I guessed correctly
even Einstein would not deny.
My mistakes were all forsaken
Only truth poured through my eyes

And so I wandered and wondered
Who we were supposed to be
A vessel for the future
or a branch upon a tree.

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Or perhaps the saddest song you have ever heard.

To kill a child

The baby's thrilled to walk
Her eyes surprised
with earthly delight.
I melt with pride at her first free flight.
On TV Dick Cheney chokes
"We'll lose more lives here
than those overseas"
I believe he speaks of disease.
A briefing at work today
would make an atheist pray
I am but bare brittle bone
"Hon, can you put her on the phone?"
An age of conquistadors
When tribes were murdered
9 out of 10 from disease
That cold history, now makes me freeze
In sane times the insane mom
would drown a helpless child.
"Sweetie you're fine" I pretend
Could I watch her agony to the end?
Behind lead eyes I keep secret
If she's a victim
And the crime is smallpox
Could I end her torture at all costs?
Baby remember when you walked?
Shhh it'll be fine.
Here honey take this, you will sleep.
I'll be next, I'll not have long to weep,

Subject: RE: BS: Some favorite anti war tunes
From: Donuel
Date: 05 May 04 - 11:34 AM

Hello mharris, welcome to mudcat. Enjoy

Subject: BS: Some favorite anti war tunes
From: Donuel
Date: 05 May 04 - 11:26 AM

"Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
and when the band plays "Hail To The Chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you,
Lord It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one"
John C. Fogerty


Coming of age in the late 60's musicians used their voice to influence a generation. It was a time of change, a time of cultural revolution, America's youth said "NO MORE". The voice of a generation was never so loud than at the Democratic National Convention, in 1968 where protestors took to the streets with chants such as, "THE WHOLE WORLDS WATCHING!"


"Though your brother's bound and gagged
And they've chained him to a chair
Won't you please come to Chicago
Just to sing
In a land that's known as freedom
How can such a thing be fair"
Graham Nash


The whole world was watching then as it is now, the question is, where are the voices? The people we relied on then no longer speak to this new generation, a generation of grunge, house, techno, and rap. America's youth is willing to step up to this new threat known as the bush administration, they just need a leader. Thinking back, I remember the FM airwaves, and the 8-tracks giving us direction, it still sends chills up my spine.


"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'"
Bob


America's youth is under attack, the writing is on the wall for a draft. Soon our best and brightest will be numbered, indexed, cataloged, and filed, only to be returned to us folded and mutilated. Some of us have seen this and remember the boy down the street returning home hobbled by the atrocities of war, once an athlete now he sits on the porch in his wheel chair watching cars go by, or worse the friend who came home in an aluminum box.





"Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box."
Country Joe


I recently saw a thread approaching the feelings I have, it was ALMOST a call for revolution. At this I step back, and think, "why the disclaimer?" Your not advocating change? It's this fear of the "man" that's keeping us down, the fear of some invisible G-man. It's time to shed this fear, a new day is dawning and its time to take the fight back to the streets. Is the revolutionary music now divided by rap and non rap to extent that protest songs can not unite equally?



"There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
There's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn"
Stephen Stills


Once, along time ago we had hero's in this fight, the anniversary of their fight is today. It was May 4th, 1970, Kent State where we lost four brave souls. I think its time we say their names here; Allison Krause, Jeffery Miller, Sandra Scheuer, and William Schroeder, you waved the flag of peace, you changed the world, and we miss you dearly.


"Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio Gonna get down to it soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been down long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know.
Gonna get down to it soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been down long ago
What if you knew her and found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know."
Neil Young



I will not be silent, nor will I serve a "crusading" government,
Michael Harris

"I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard traveling. I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you. I could hire out to the other side, the big money side, and get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and the ones that make you think you've not any sense at all. But I decided a long time ago that I'd starve to death before I'd sing any such songs as that. The radio waves and your movies and your jukeboxes and your songbooks are already loaded down and running over with such no good songs as that anyhow."
- Woody Guthrie