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05 May 04 - 11:26 AM (#1178539) Subject: BS: Some favorite anti war tunes From: Donuel "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 |
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05 May 04 - 11:34 AM (#1178543) Subject: RE: BS: Some favorite anti war tunes From: Donuel Hello mharris, welcome to mudcat. Enjoy |
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05 May 04 - 12:00 PM (#1178574) Subject: RE: BS: Some favorite anti war tunes From: Donuel 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. ========== 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 ========== 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 ========== 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. ========== 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. ========== 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 ========== 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. ========== 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, |