OK you Filthy Libs

[Sikboy]

OK, I know some of you out there must love protest music. Who was/is your favorite Protest singer/song. I have to say that while I don't generally agree with his boo-hoo politics, I like Phil Ochs.

Originally Cried about  by Phil Ochs
I ain't Marchin' any more


      I marched to the battle of New Orleans
      At the end of the early British wars
      The young men started growing
      The young blood started flowing
      But I ain't marchin' any more

      For I killed my share of Indians in a thousand different fights
      I was there at the Little Big Horn
      I heard many men a-lying
      I saw many more a-dying
      But I ain't marchin' any more

      It's always the old who lead us to the wars
      Always the young to fall
      Now look at what we've won with our sabre and our gun
      Tell me is it worth it all

      For I stole California from the Mexican land
      Fought in the bloody Civil War
      Yes, I even killed my brothers
      And so many others
      But I ain't marchin' any more

      For I marched to the battles of the German trench
      In a war that was bound to end all wars
      Oh I must have killed a million men
      And now they want me back again
      But I ain't marchin' any more

      It's always the old who lead us to the wars
      Always the young to fall
      Now look at what we've won with our sabre and our gun
      Tell me is it worth it all

      For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
      Set off the mighty mushroom roar
      When I saw the cities burnin'
      I knew that I was learnin'
      That I ain't marchin' any more

      Now the labour leaders screaming when they close a missile plant
      United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore
      Call it peace or call it treason
      Call it love or call it reason
      But I ain't marchin' any more

I ain't marchin' any more

[midnight Target]

There is only one REAL choice for the Artist:

Bob Dylan - My Back Pages


Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Girls' faces formed the forward path
From phony jealousy
To memorizing politics
Of ancient history
Flung down by corpse evangelists
Unthought of, though, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

A self-ordained professor's tongue
Too serious to fool
Spouted out that liberty
Is just equality in school
"Equality," I spoke the word
As if a wedding vow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

In a soldier's stance, I aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teach
Fearing not that I'd become my enemy
In the instant that I preach
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats
Too noble to neglect
Deceived me into thinking
I had something to protect
Good and bad, I define these terms
Quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

[midnight Target]

Or this one---

The Times They are a Changin'

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'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside
And it is ragin'.
It'll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin'.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.

[Animal]

Another from good ol' Dylan:

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big 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 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
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 o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

[bounder]

'rabbit's eyes, full of pus,
the work of scientific us'

Spike Milligan
(RIP)

[GtoRA2]

Was done by Barry sadler.

Who later in life, shot himself in the head on acident in a limo?


buy it on amazon

[Lance]

rage against the machine or public enemy.

Don't agree with all they say, but the lyrics are powerful and the music absolutely smokes.

Maria (aka rage against the machine on the exploitation of illegal aliens)
Tha sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches tha surface of sand
On northern land
As human contraband
Some rico from Jalisco
Passed her name to tha boss
She stuffed ten to a truckbed
She clutches her cross
Here comes tha exhaust
And it rips through her lungs
She's off fast to tha pasture
Like cattle she'll cross
Degree 106
Sweat and vomit are thrown
And she prays and suffocates
Upon tha memories of home
Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on tha loans
Of smoldering fields rape rubble and bones
Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war
Of nothing no one nobody no more
These are her mountains and skies and
she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood
she regenerates
And like tha sun disappears only to reappear
She's eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here
To tear away at tha mask
And now she got a quota
Tha needle and thread crucifixion
Sold and shipped across tha new line
of Mason Dixon
Rippin' through denim
Tha point an inch from her vein
Tha foreman approach
His steps now pound in her brain
His presence it terrifies
And eclipses her days
No minutes to rest
No moment to pray
And with a whisper
He whips her
Her soul chained to his will
"My job is to kill if you forget to take your
pill"
Her arms jerks
Tha sisters gather round her and scream
As if in a dream
Eyes on tha crimson stream
Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha
floor
Of nothing no one nobody no more
These are her mountains and skies and
she radiates
And through history's rivers of blood
she regenerates
And like tha sun disappears only to reappear
Maria she's eternally here
Her time is near
Never conquered but here

[Curval]

"I'm sorry if the soldiers have to hurt you Mr. Harris
You haven't really left them any choice.
This must be quite a trial, you haven't eaten for a while.
I wonder what's the matter with your voice?

If you told us who you know it might be wiser
There's no need to knock your head against a wall
If you told us who you know it might be wiser
I think it might be better for us all.

I'm sorry but we simply don't believe you Mr. Harris
We've seen you with these people several times
We appreciate your pain
But we need to know their names
It would really take a load of all our minds

If you told us who you know it might be wiser
There's no need to knock your head against a wall
If you told us who you know it might be wiser
I think it might be better for us all.

That fellow Charley Jones was just ungrateful Mr. Harris
I'm afraid we found him hanging in his cell
So we've asked your little brother to assist in our enquires
I hope he won't be difficult as well

If you told us who you know it might be wiser
There's no need to knock your head against a wall
If you told us who you know it might be wiser
I think it might be better for us all."


A little Homeland Security Ditty...compliments of TRB (circa 1980)