Your favourite politically themed/protest song. (2 Viewers)

[oh shit]

haha amazin, used to sing that in the car goin fishin.

 

[Corey]

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

I'm particularly proud of you.

 

[It Will Never Last]

Hello! Hello! (bellowed loudly)
We are the Billy boys
Hello! Hello!
You'll know us by our noise
We're up to our necks in Fenian blood
Surrender or you'll die
'Cause we are the Billy Billy Boys
(repeat until arrested)

 

[Corey]

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival

The Marseillaise.

Effigy's pretty good too. Vietnam and Creedence go together like Anne & Nick.

 

[coast to coast]

Will you have a pint of Stella Georgie Best?
Will you have a pint of Stella Georgie Best?
Will you have a pint of Stella, it'll turn you fuckin yella
Will you have a pint of Stella Georgie Best?

Singin' "Die, die Georgie, Georgie die!"
Singin' "Die, die Georgie, Georgie die!"
etc...

 

[coast to coast]

some more real answers:

Whats Going On - Starvin Marvin Gaye
Revolution - The Beatles (the fast electric version)
Bob Dylan - Times They Are A' Changin'
Elvis Costello - Oliver's Army

 

[It Will Never Last]

Auf Deutsch...

"Genau in diesem Moment tagt der NWA Gerichtsstand.
Richter Dre hat den Vorsitz
Im Fall N.W.A. gegen die Polizei.
Verteidiger der Anklage sind MC Ren, Ice Cube
Und Eazy mothafuckin E.
Ruhe, Ruhe, Ruhe im Gerichtssaal!
Ice Cube, treten Sie in den verdammten Zeugenstand!
Schwören sie, die Wahrheit zu sagen
Die ganze Wahrheit und nichts als die Wahrheit
So wahr ihnen ihr schwarzer Arsch helfe?"
"Sie haben verdammt Recht!"
"Warum sagen sie nicht einfach,
Was sie zu sagen haben?"


[Ice Cube]
Fick die Polizei, ich komm direkt aus dem Underground
Ein junger Nigga hat's schlecht, weil ich 'n Schwarzer bin
Und kein Weißer, also denkt die Polizei
Sie hat das Recht, eine Minderheit zu töten
Alles Scheiße, weil ich nicht derjenige bin
Der sich von so 'nem Punk mit Abzeichen und Pistole
Verprügeln und ins Gefängnis stecken lässt
Wir könnten dicht an dicht in die Zelle wandern
Legen sich mit mir an, weil ich ein Jugendlicher bin
Mit etwas goldenem Schmuck und 'nem Pager
Gucken in mein Auto auf der Suche nach Hasch
Denken, dass jeder Nigga Rauschgift verkauft
Du siehst mich eher im Knast
Als Lorenzo und mich in 'nem Benz entlangfahren
Ich prügel die Polizei reif für's Krankenhaus
Und wenn ich fertig bin, hol das Absperrband her
Damit du du den Tatort der Schlachterei absichern kannst
Du kriegst mich nicht in den Knast
Ich weiß nicht, ob es wohl Schwuchteln sind
Sie durchsuchen einen Nigga und greifen ihm unten hin
Auf der anderen Seite: Ohne Waffe sind sie gar nichts
Und lass keinen Schwarzen mit 'nem Weißen aufkreuzen
Denn sie knallen dich auf die Straße
Schwarze Cops legen 'nen roten Teppich aus für die Weißen
Ice Cube wird jeden blau uniformierten platt machen
Nur weil ich aus Compton bin haben die Bullen Angst vor mir
Ein junger Nigga auf dem Kriegspfad
Und wenn ich fertig bin, wird es ein Blutbad geben
Von Bullen, die in L.A. sterben
Yo Dre, ich hab was zu sagen:


CHORUS:
Fuck tha police (4x)


Beispiel für die 1. Szene:
"Park deinen verdammten Arsch sofort rechts ran."
"Ach Scheiße, warum zur Hölle halten Sie mich an?"
"Weil ich mich danach fühle.
Setzt dich auf den Bürgersteig und halt dein scheiß Maul!"
"Mann, verdammte Scheiße!"
"Alles klar, Klugscheißer,
Dein schwarzer Arsch kommt in den Knast."
MC Ren, würden sie dem Gericht bitte ihre Aussage
Über diesen verworrenen Vorfall vortragen?


[MC Ren]
Fick die Polizei, und Ren sagte es mit Autorität
Weil Schwarze auf der Straße in der Mehrheit sind
Eine Gang sind die, mit denen ich rumhänge
Und die verdammte Waffe liegt im Handschuhfach
Für das so genannte Gesetz,
Die sich wünschen, sie hätten den Ren nie getroffen
Hinter mir geht Blaulicht an
Aber sie fürchten sich vor 'nem Nigga
Also sprühen sie Tränengas, um mich auszuschalten
Aber der Scheiß funktioniert nicht, ich lache nur
Damit sie wissen, dass man mit mir nicht spaßen kann
Zum Polizisten sag ich "Fick dich, Punk!"
Liest mir meine Rechte vor und so, es ist alles Müll
Holst 'nen albernen Schlagstock raus, und dann stehst du da
Mit 'nem falschen Abzeichen und 'ner Waffe in der Hand
Aber leg mal die Waffe weg, damit du siehst, was Sache ist
Dann gehen wir's an, Punk, und dann mach ich dich platt
Du denkst vielleicht, ich tret' dir in den Arsch
Aber lass die Knarre fallen, dann schießt Ren los
Ich arbeite völlig incognito, wenn ich was anstelle
Aber ich mach sie jetzt fertig, nicht erst nächstes Mal
Rauche jeden Mothafucka in der Pfeife, der mich anmacht
Oder jedes Arschloch, das mich bedroht
Ich bin ein Scharfschütze mit 'nem riesigen Blickfeld
Töte 'nen Polizist oder zwei, sie können nicht mithalten
Der verrückte Verbrecher
Der richtig bösartig werden kann
Also dreh ich das Spiel um, schieb' mein Magazin rein
Yo, und das ist das Geräusch
Ja, so was in der Art
Aber es hängt von der Größe der Knarre ab
Einen Polizisten kaltzumachen würde den Tag retten
Aber einem Nigga wie Ren macht es nichts, zu sagen:


-CHORUS-


(Türklopfen) "Yo, Mann, was liegt an?"
"Aufmachen, Polizei!
Wir haben eine Vollmacht für die Festnahme von Eazy-E.
Runter mit dir
Und leg die Hände da hin, wo ich sie sehen kann!
Halt einfach dein verdammtes Maul
Und beweg deinen verdammten Arsch auf den Boden!"
"Was?"

Yo Eazy-E, teten sie bitte in den Zeugenstand
Und sagen sie der Jury, was sie über diesen Scheiß denken!


[Eazy-E]
Ich bin müde von dem verdammten schikaniert werden
Sie machen meine Gang an, während ich zu Hause chille
Und leuchten mir mit der Taschenlampe ins Gesicht
Und wofür? Vielleicht, weil ich's einfach drauf habe
Weil ich gut bin oder weil ich auf 'nen blöden Nigga ballere
Wenn ich mit dem Abzug spiele
Von 'ner UZI oder 'ner AK
Weil die Polizei immer was Blödes zu sagen hat
Sie hängen mein Fahndungsbild in Stille auf
Weil meine Identiät allein schon Gewalt verursacht
Der E mit dem kriminellen Verhalten, ja ich bin ein Gangsta
Aber ich habe trotzdem Geschmack
Ohne Waffe und Abzeichen, was bleibt dir da übrig?
Ein Trottel in 'ner Uniform, der wartet, erschossen zu werden
Von mir oder 'nem anderen Nigga, und mit einer Waffe
Macht es nichts, ob er schlauer oder größer ist
Und wie ihr alle wisst, ist Eazy-E hier, um zu herrschen
Immer wenn ich fahre, gucke ich in den Rückspiegel
Und es gibt keinen Hinweis
Damit ich den dummen Cop mit der Pistole hören kann
Und wenn ich wegfahre, wird er derjenige sein
Den ich ausschalte, und dann werd' ich davonkommen
Und während ich lachend weg fahre, werde ich sagen:


-CHORUS-


"Das Urteil: Die Jury befindet Sie für schuldig,
Ein Redneck, Weißbrot und Weichei-Mothafucka zu sein."
"Halt, das ist eine Lüge! Das ist eine gottverdammrte Lüge!
Ich will Gerechtigkeit! Ich will Gerechtigkeit!
Fick dich, du schwarzer Mothafucka!"


Fuck tha police (3x)

 

[coast to coast]

Everywhere we go
People wanna know
Who we are
And where we come from
Shall we tell them
Who we are
Where we come from
We are Ing-er-land
Mighty, mighty Ing-er-land
We are the army
The barmy, barmy army
BARMY ARMY!
BARMY ARMY!
BARMY ARMY!

Also,

Tears for heroes dressed in grey
No plans for final day
Stay in bed, drift away
It could have been all
Songs in the street
It was nearly complete
It was nearly so sweet
And now I'm singing

Three lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming

Talk about football coming home
And then one night in Rome
We were strong, we had grown
And now I see Ince ready for war
Gazza good as before
Shearer certain to score
And Psycho screaming

Three lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
No more years of hurt
No more need for dreaming

We can dance Nobby's dance
We could dance it in France

It's coming home, it's coming home
It's coming, Football's coming home

 

[Lefty Frizzell]

Whitesnake - Slow n' easy

about the organising of the anglo irish agreement.

 

[therealjohnny]

This record

 

[Corey]

Scorpions, Wind of Chaaaaaaaaayyyaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnge.

Love it.

 

[oh shit]

can you hack a pasty-supper, bobby sands?
can you hack a pasty-supper, bobby sands?
can you hack a pasty-supper, you dirty fenian fucker,
can you hack a pasty-supper bobby sands.

 

[guy of the tiger]

Eddy Grant - Gimmie hope Joanna

 

[nEiLo]

bad boys - wham!

 

[coast to coast]

Sad are the homes 'round Garryowen
Since lost their giant pride.
And the banshee cry links every vale
Around the Shannon side
That city of the ancient walls
The broken Treaty Stone,
undying fame surrounds your name -
Sean South of Garryowen.

'Twas on a dreary New Year's Eve
As the shades of night came down
A lorry load of volunteers approached a border town
There were men from Dublin and from Cork
Fermanagh and Tyrone (And Tyrone!!)
But the leader was a Limerick man -
Sean South from Garryowen.

And as they moved along the street
Up to the barracks door
They scorned the danger they might meet
Their fate that lay in store
They were fighting for old Ireland's cause
To claim their very own
And the foremost of that gallant band
Was South of Garryowen.

But the sergeant spoiled their daring plan
He spied them through the door
The Sten guns and the rifles
A hail of death did pour
And when that awful night was passed
Two men lay cold as stone
There was one from near the border
And one from Garryowen

No more he will hear the seagull's cry
O'er the murmuring Shannon tide
For he fell beneath a northern sky
Brave Hanlon by his side
They have gone to join that gallant band
Of Plunkett, Pearse, and Tone
A martyr for old Ireland
Sean South from Garryowen


It was back in history's page, the story's told of a Napper Tandy brave and bold
With his scarlet and green, he then was seen with his big long gun his fighting men
And they beat at the drum, they fired their gun and they shook the English establishment
And the Lords and the Peers they then put fears and Grattan got his Parliament

So here's to those great Protestant Men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For those brave United Irishmen

In Belfast town there lived a man and his name was Samuel Neilson
A minister's son, Presbyterian, and the paper called the Northern Star
There was Henry Joy, the Green Volunteers and Thomas Russell and McCabe and McTeir
And to them was known a man Wolfe Tone and they formed the first United Men

So here's to those great Protestant Men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For those brave United Irishmen

So you sow your laws with dragons teeth and soon you'll see that you've sowed the seeds of bigotry
Be Englands fool divide they'll rule so they set to break the United Men
And they killed them in the fields and some in jail and some upon the Gallows high
When Willie Orr died his very last cry was "Unite and fight brave Irishmen"

So here's to those great Protestant Men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For those brave United Irishmen

Cast dissensions to the wind let all men lend to the common name of an Irishman
For across historys page to rant and rage men crossed the pails of bigotry
There was the men of '98 no sadder fate, Lord Edward, Tone and the brothers Sheres
It was Emmet's plea in 18 and 3 when he tried to set our country free

So here's to those great Protestant Men
Who gave their lives to free our land
All the people sang their praises then
For those brave United Irishmen

 

[coast to coast]

The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover.
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback,
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said, "Son,
It's time you stop ramblin', there's work to be done."
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun,
And they marched me away to the war.

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As the ship pulled away from the quay,
And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving, and tears,
We sailed off for Gallipoli.
And how well I remember that terrible day,
How our blood stained the sand and the water;
And of how in that hell that they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk, he was waitin', he primed himself well;
He showered us with bullets, and he rained us with shell --
And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell,
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
When we stopped to bury our slain,
Well, we buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs,
Then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well, we tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire.
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
Though around me the corpses piled higher.
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head,
And when I woke up in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, well, I wished I was dead --
Never knew there was worse things than dying.
For I'll go no more "Waltzing Matilda,"
All around the green bush far and free --
To hump tents and pegs, a man needs both legs,
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed,
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane,
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla.
And as our ship sailed into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me legs used to be,
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me,
To grieve, to mourn and to pity.
But the band played "Waltzing Matilda,"
As they carried us down the gangway,
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared,
Then they turned all their faces away.
And so now every April, I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march,
Reviving old dreams of past glory,
And the old men march slowly, all bones stiff and sore,
They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask meself the same question.
But the band plays "Waltzing Matilda,"
And the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear
Someday, no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda.
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong,
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

 

[coast to coast]

And finally (for now)


Thousands Are Sailing

The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save

Did you work upon the railroad
Did you rid the streets of crime
Were your dollars from the white house
Were they from the five and dime

Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
And did they still make you cry
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry

Ah, no, says he, 'twas not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the western ocean
Their bellies full
Their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty
And they'll dance

In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
Like the first man on the moon

And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street

Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard

Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried

Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
But we dance to the music
And we dance

Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance

 

[therealjohnny]

Come gather 'round children,
It's high time ye learned,
'Bout a hero named Homer,
And a devil named Burns.
We'll march till we drop,
The girls and the fellas,
We'll fight till the death
Or else fold like umbrellas.

So we'll march day and night, by the big cooling tower,
They have the plant, but we have the power.

 

[Osama Van Halen]

Handsome Johnny...by Richie Havens.... Although "You're Beautiful" is a hell of a protest against the politics of common decency....... Polish my Gleaming rock sack people ALLAHQUANDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[RSJ]

Ive got jungle fever, shes got jungle fever
Weve got jungle fever, were in love
Shes gone black-boy crazy, Ive gone white-girl hazy
Aint no thinking maybe, were in love
Shes got jungle fever, Ive got jungle fever
Weve got jungle fever, were in love
Ive gone white-girl crazy, shes gone black-boy hazy
Were each others baby, were in love

Ive got jungle fever, shes got jungle fever
Weve got jungle fever, were in love
Shes gone black-boy crazy, Ive gone white-girl hazy
Aint no thinking maybe, were in love

She cant love me, I cant love her
Cause they say were the wrong color
Staring, gloating, laughing, looking
Like weve done something wrong
Because we show love strong, get real, come on
Calling us names too bad to mention
But we pay them no attention
For color blind are inner feelings
If we feel happiness
And know our loves the best, forget their mess

Ive got jungle fever, shes got jungle fever
Weve got jungle fever, were in love
Shes gone black-boy crazy, Ive gone white-girl hazy
Aint no thinking maybe, were in love
Shes got jungle fever, Ive got jungle fever
Weve got jungle fever, were in love
Ive gone white-girl crazy, shes gone black-boy hazy
Were each others baby, were in love

Everyones created equal
Hell with all you ignorant people
Trying to stereo type us
You really ought to quit
Cause you dont know jack, you make us sick
Get off my jock, youre trying to ride me
Because I got my girl beside me
Youll only make yourself look stupid
I love youre trying to dis
Cause weve got happiness, I bet youre pissed

Ive got jungle fever, shes got jungle fever
Weve got jungle fever, were in love
Shes gone black-boy crazy, Ive gone white-girl hazy
Aint no thinking maybe, were in love
Shes got jungle fever, Ive got jungle fever
Weve got jungle fever, were in love
Ive gone white-girl crazy, shes gone black-boy hazy
Were each others baby, were in love

Ive got jungle fever, shes got jungle fever
Weve got jungle fever, were in love
Shes gone black-boy crazy, Ive gone white-girl hazy
Aint no thinking maybe, were in love
Shes got jungle fever, Ive got jungle fever
Weve got jungle fever, were in love
Ive gone white-girl crazy, shes gone black-boy hazy
Were each others baby, were in love