Your favourite politically themed/protest song. (1 Viewer)

[Corey]

Listening to Harvest while crawling to work earlier; had'nt heard 'Alambama' properly before. Mr. Young sticks it to the man. Again.

 

[La La]

i dunno, new model army kinda gets me fired up.

 

[SONYMEGADRIVE]

2 live crew - 'pop that pussy'

 

[Latex lizzie]

http://www.protest-records.com/mp3/index.html

old papercop track here too..*ahem*

 

[SONYMEGADRIVE]

twisted sister - 'we're not gonna take it'

 

[Lefty Frizzell]

I wrote a tune called PC World a few years ago that i'm particularly proud of.

 

[Bag'o'cans]

Is sweet harmony by the beloved political?

 

[ICUH8N]

Stiff little fingers, maybe? Failing that, I'm reliably informed by "real" irish people that "only our rivers run free" is popular...

 

[Unclealo]

A Nation once again

 

[Lefty Frizzell]

Tina Turner - Steamy Windows

 

[SONYMEGADRIVE]

skrewdriver - 'when the boat comes in'

 

[Lefty Frizzell]

Frankie goes to Hollywood - Two Tribes

 

[It Will Never Last]

I wrote a tune called PC World a few years ago that i'm particularly proud of.

Think I heard that one...

"Where in the world...
PC world."

Intense.

My favourite:

No Surrender to the IRA.

 

[Bag'o'cans]

Oh there was a gem of a redneck protest jingle on local radio in the north west when NWR (north west radio) had it's license revoked. If you were unlucky enough to be imprisoned on a public transport without headphones it was torturous. One of those richie kavanagh/declan nurney vile country n Irish tracks.
It was all about rednecks from, leitrim sligo mayo donegal marching on Dublin to show all yiz jackeens and take back their license. it was no Sepultura reclaim the favellas.
Thank christ i'm leaving.

 

[SONYMEGADRIVE]

joe jackson - 'different for girls'

 

[coast to coast]

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival

The Marseillaise.

 

[SONYMEGADRIVE]

adam and the ants - 'ant rap'

 

[oh shit]

Sure l'm an Ulster Orangeman, from Erin's isle I came,
To see my British brethren all of honour and of fame,
And to tell them of my forefathers who fought in days of yore,
That I might have the right to wear, the sash my father wore!

It is old but it is beautiful, and its colors they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne.
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore
And on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash my father wore

For those brave men who crossed the Boyne have not fought or died in vain
Our Unity, Religion, Laws, and Freedom to maintain,
If the call should come we'll follow the drum, and cross that river once more
That tomorrow's Ulsterman may wear the sash my father wore!

It is old but it is beautiful, and its colors they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne.
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore
And on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash my father wore

And when some day, across the sea to Antrim's shore you come,
We'll welcome you in royal style, to the sound of flute and drum
And Ulster's hills shall echo still, from Rathlin to Dromore
As we sing again the loyal strain of the sash my father wore!

It is old but it is beautiful, and its colors they are fine
It was worn at Derry, Aughrim, Enniskillen and the Boyne.
My father wore it as a youth in bygone days of yore
And on the Twelfth I love to wear the sash my father wore

 

[coast to coast]

it was far across the sea when the devil got a hold of me
he wouldn't set me free so he kept me soul for ransom
na na na na na
i'm a sailor man from glasgow town i've roamed the world around and round
he's the meanest thing that i have found in all me days of wandering
na na na na na

here we go again we're on the road again
we're on the road again we're on the way to paradise
we love the jungle deep. that's where the lion sleeps
for then those evil eyes they have no place in paradise

graffiti on the wall just as the sun was going down
i see graffiti on the wall - "up the celts! up the celts!"
graffiti on the wall it says "we're magic, we're magic"
graffiti on the wall.............................

it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra

we went thru each jungle deep for the paradise that we did seek
twas no trip for the weak we're waltzing with the natives
na na na na na
around in circles everyway he turned to me and he did say
i think you're leading me astray i want your soul me boyo
na na na na na

here we go again we're on the road again
we're on the road again we're on the way to paradise we love the
jungle deep. that's where the lion sleeps
for then those evil eyes they have no place in paradise

graffiti on the walls just as the sun was going down
i see graffiti on the walls - up the celts! up the celts!
graffiti on the walls says "we're magic, we're magic"
graffiti on the wall.............................

it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra
it says oh ah up the ra, say ooh ah up the ra

 

[It Will Never Last]

Go on home British soldiers, go on home.
Have you got no fuckin' homes of your own ?
For eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
And we will fight you for eight hundred more.

If you stay British soldiers, if you stay
You will never ever beat the IRA
The fourteen men in Derry are the last that you will bury
So take a tip and leave us while you may.

No, we're not British, we're not Saxon, we're not English
We're Irish! and proud we are to be.
So fuck your union jack we want our country back
We want to see old Ireland free once more.

Well we're fighting British soldiers for the cause
We'll never bow to soldiers because
Throughout our history we were born to be free
So get out British soldiers, leave us be.