Transcript Vietnam War Songs

Music from the Vietnam ERA
“The thing the sixties did was to show us the
possibilities and the responsibility that we all
had. It wasn't the answer. It just gave us a
glimpse of the possibility.”
John Lennon
Essential Questions
• What impact do songs have on social
movements?
• What is the historical context in which
these songs are written and performed?
• What makes a song effective in a cause?
Role of Music
• Music has been used to lift the spirits of
the poor, oppressed, and rebels.
• Music has been used to communicate the
ideas of change and protest.
• From different historical eras from slavery,
The Great Depression, Civil Rights
Movement and Vietnam, individuals have
shared their opinions of injustice.
“Ballad of the Green Beret” by SS Barry Salder
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they
say
The brave men of the Green
Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green
Beret
Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-tohand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green
Berets
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green
Beret
Back at home a young wife
waits
Her Green Beret has met his
fate
He has died for those
oppressed
Leaving her his last request
Put silver wings on my son's
chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one
day
Have him win the Green Beret.
“Okie from Muskogee” by Merle Haggard
We don't smoke marijuana in
Muskogee;
We don't take no trips on LSD
We don't burn no draft cards down
on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.
I'm proud to be an Okie from
Muskogee,
A place where even squares can
have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at
the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the
biggest thrill of all
We don't make a party out of
lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin'
woo;
We don't let our hair grow long
and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San
Francisco do.
And I'm proud to be an Okie
from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can
have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at
the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the
biggest thrill of all.
Leather boots are still in style for
manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't
be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing
on campus,
And the kids here still respect
the college dean.
We still wave Old Glory down at
the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.
“The Star-Spangled Banner” by
Jimi Hendrix
• He performed his
version of “The StarSpangled Banner “
at Woodstock on
August 18, 1969.
Phil Ochs
• Phil Ochs was born in El
Paso, Texas on Dec. 19.
1940.
• His songs are humorous
and political.
• He wrote about the
Vietnam War, Civil Rights
and famous people.
• He committed suicide on
April 9, 1976 at the age of
35
“I Ain’t Marching Anymore” By Phil Ochs
Oh I marched to the battle of New
Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young lad started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore
For I've killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men lying I saw many
more dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore
(chorus)
It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the
saber and the 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'
anymore
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' anymore
(chorus)
For I flew the final mission in the
Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning I
knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore
Now the labor leader's screamin'
when they close the missile plants,
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,
No I ain't marchin' any more
“The Power and the Glory” by Phil Ochs
Come and take a walk with me through
this green and growing land
Walk through the meadows and the
mountains and the sand
Walk through the valleys and the rivers and
the plains
Walk through the sun and walk through the
rain
Here is a land full of power and glory
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh her power shall rest on the strength of
her freedom
Her glory shall rest on us all
Come and take a walk with me through
this green and growing land
Here is a land full of power and glory
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh her power shall rest on the strength of
her freedom
Her glory shall rest on us all
Walk through the meadows and the
mountains and the sand
Walk through the valleys and the rivers and
the plains
Walk through the sun and walk through the
rain
Here is a land full of power and glory
From Colorado, Kansas, and the Carolinas
too
Virginia and Alaska, from the old to the new
Texas and Ohio and the California shore
Tell me, who could ask for more?
Here is a land full of power and glory
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh, her power shall rest on the strength of
her freedom
Her glory shall rest on us all
Yet she's only as rich as the poorest of her
poor
as free as the padlocked prison door
Only as strong as our love for this land
Only as tall as we stand
Beauty that words cannot recall
Oh her power shall rest on the strength of
her freedom
Her glory shall rest on us all
Oh her power shall rest on the strength of
her freedom
Her glory shall rest on us all, on us all
“Is there anybody here” by Phil Ochs
Is there anybody here who'd like to
change his clothes into a uniform
Is there anybody here who thinks they're
only serving on a raging storm
Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes
loyal to the end, whose duty is to die
I wanna see him
I wanna wish him luck
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name
Put a medal on the man.
Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap
a flag around an early grave
Is there anybody here who thinks they're
standing taller on a battle wave
Is there anybody here like to do his part
soldier to the world and a hero to his heart
I wanna see him
I wanna wish him luck
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name
Put a medal on the man
Is there anybody here proud of the parade
who'd like to give a cheer and show they're not
afraid
I'd like like to ask him what he's trying to defend
Oh I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna
win
Is there anybody here who thinks that following
the orders takes away the blame
Is there anybody here who wouldn't
mind a murder by another name
Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line
with the honor of the brave and the courage of
the blind
I wanna see him
I wanna wish him luck
I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name
Put a medal on the man
Is there anybody here so proud of the parade
who'd like to give a cheer and show they're not
afraid
I'd like to ask him what he's trying to defend
I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna win
Is there anybody here who thinks that following
the orders takes away the blame
Is there anybody here who wouldn't
mind a murder by another name
Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line
with the honor of the brave and the courage of
the blind
I wanna see him
I wanna wish him luck
I wanna shake his hand, ganna call his name
Put a medal on the man
Medal on the man
“Draft Dodger Rag” by Phil Ochs
Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical
American town
I believe in God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin'
old Castro down
And when it came my time to serve I knew "better
dead than red"
But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is
what I said:
CHORUS
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
And I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my
asthma's getting worse
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and
my poor old invalid aunt
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school
And I'm working in a DEE-fense plant
I've got a dislocated disc and a wracked up back
I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
And when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fits
And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes
I can hardly reach my knees
And if the enemy came close to me
I'd probably start to sneeze
I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
And I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my
asthma's getting worse
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart
dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to
school
And I'm working in a DEE-fense plant
Ooh, I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he
dies,
Onething you gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there
And that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell!
Kill me a thousand or so
And if you ever get a war without blood
and gore
I'll be the first to go
Yes, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured
spleen
And I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat,
and my asthma's getting worse
Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart
dear, and my poor old invalid aunt
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to
school
And I'm working in a DEE-fense plant
Bob Dylan
• He was born on May 24,
1941.
• His given name is Robert Allen
Zimmerman. He changed it in
college to Bob Dylan after the
Welsh Poet, Dylan Thomas
• In 1961, he visited Woody
Guthrie, who was dying.
• After meeting Woody Guthrie,
he wrote furiously.
• He wrote a song in honor of
Woody Guthrie, A Song to
Woody.
“Blowin’ In the Wind”
How many roads must a man walk
down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white
dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the
cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in
the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some
people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man
turn his head
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in
the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
How many times must a man look
up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one
man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take
till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in
the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Master of War Sung by Eddie Vedder
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.
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.
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.
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
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
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'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 inSung
your veins.
by Eddie
You fasten all 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.
Vedder
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 over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
“With God on Our Side” by Bob Dylan
Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up
there
The laws to abide
And the land that I live in
Has God on its side.
The First World War, boys
It came and it went
The reason for fighting
I never did get
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.
Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh the country was young
With God on its side.
When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And then we were friends
Though they murdered six
million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.
The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the
heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns on their hands
And God on their side.
I've learned to hate
Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side.
But now we got weapons
Of the chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side.
In a many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side.
So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And fall to the floor
If God's on our side
He'll stop the next war.
Joan Baez
• She was born on
January 9, 1941.
• In 1963, she sang We
Shall Overcome at the
Lincoln Memorial with
Martin Luther King.
• She sang for Cesar
Chavez to help the
United Farm Workers.
“Mary” sung Joan Baez
(Written by Patty Griffin)
Mary you're covered in roses, you're
covered in ashes
You're covered in rain
You're covered in babies, you're covered in
slashes
You're covered in wilderness, you're covered
in stains
You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the
shroud
Of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
On some sunny day and always stay, Mary
Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another
day longer
Flys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her
face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a
blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the
place
Mary she moves behind me
She leaves her fingerprints everywhere
Everytime the snow drifts, everytime the
sand shifts
Even when the night lifts, she's always there
Jesus said Mother I couldn't stay another day
longer
Flys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her
face
While the angels are singin' his praises in a
blaze of glory
Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the
place
Mary you're covered in roses, you're
covered in ruin
you're covered in secrets
Your'e covered in treetops, you're covered in
birds
who can sing a million songs without any
words
You cast aside the sheets, you cast aside
the shroud
of another man, who served the world proud
You greet another son, you lose another one
on some sunny day and always stay
Mary, Mary, Mary
“Forever Young” sung by Joan Baez
May God's blessing keep you
always,
May your wishes ALL come
true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the
stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young.
May you grow up to be
righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the LIGHT
surrounding you.
May you always be
courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong
foundation
When the winds of changes
shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.
Written by Bob Dylan
Pete Seeger
• He was born May 3,
1919 in Manhattan
• “Pete Seeger has
embodied the ideals
of folk music –
communication,
entertainment, social
comment, historical
continuity,
inclusiveness.”
Pete Seeger fight for justice
“A fearless warrior for social
justice and the environment,
Pete’s political activism – from
the Civil Rights movement and
anti-McCarthyism to resistance
to fascism and the wars in
Vietnam and the Middle East –
has become the template for
subsequent generations of
musicians and ordinary citizens
with something to say about the
world.”
Source: Appleseed Recording
Where Have All The Flowers Gone
Sung by Peter, Paul and Mary (Written by Pete Seeger)
Where Have All the Flowers Gone
Where have all the flowers gone, long
time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long
time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them
everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the husbands gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long
time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long
time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone,
long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone,
long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the flowers gone, long
time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long
time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them
everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Peter, Paul and Mary
• Peter Yarrow, Noel (Paul) Stookey and Mary
Travers began to perform in 1961.
• Their number one song was “Puff, The Magic
Dragon.” It is not about drugs, but based on
a poem by Leonard Lipton .
“Puff, The Magic Dragon”
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Honah Lee,
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax
and other fancy stuff. Oh
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Honah Lee.
Together they would travel on a boat with
billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's
gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow
whene'er they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flags when
Puff roared out his name. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Honah Lee.
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giants' rings make way
for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper
came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his
fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales
fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry
lane.
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be
brave,
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into
his cave. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land
called Honah Lee.
“Fortunate Son” sung by Creedence
Clearwater Revival
Some folks are born 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
millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no
fortunate one, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no
senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no
fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks inherit star spangled
eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war,
Lord,
And when you ask them, "How
much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More!
more! more! yoh,
Some folks are born silver spoon
in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves,
oh.
But when the taxman comes to
the door,
Lord, the house looks like a
rummage sale, yes,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no
military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no
fortunate one, one.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no
fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no
fortunate son, no no no,
“Ohio” by Crosby, Stills, and Nash
Tin soldiers and Nixon
coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the
drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us
down
Should have been done
long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on
the ground
How can you run when
you know?
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us
down
Should have been done
long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on
the ground
How can you run when
you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon
coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the
drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
“I Should Be Proud” by Martha Reeves and Vandellas
I was under the dryer when the telegram came:
"Private John C. Miller was shot down in
Vietnam"
Through my tears I read: "No more information at
this time
He's missin' in action somewhere on the Delta
Line"
And they say that I should be proud; he was
fightin' for me
They say that I should be proud, those too blind
to see
But he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't
have to fight for me
He was fightin' for the evils of society
Now I prayed night & day that my Johnny
wouldn't die
Love, faith & hope was all that kept me alive
Then 6 weeks later came that cold & heartless
letter:
"Private Johnny was killed in action, number
54327"
And they say that I should be proud; he was
keepin' me free
They say that I should be proud, those too blind
to see
But he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't
have to die for me
He was fightin' for the evils of society
They shipped him home with medals of
honor & glory
Even our local paper ran a front-page story
But the whole time gave him praisin' & said
how honored I should be
But I don't want no superstar, just the good
man they took from me
And they tell me I should be proud; he was
fightin' for me
They say that I should be proud, those too
blind to see
But he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny
didn't have to die for me
He's a victim of the evils of society
I should be proud of my Johnny
They tell me that I should be proud; they just
don't want Johnny for me
They tell me that I should be proud of my
Johnny...
“I Feel Like I’am Fixin’ to Die Rag” by Country Joe Mc Donald
Come on all of you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again
he's got himself in a terrible jam
way down yonder in Viet Nam so
put down your books and pick up a
gun we're
gonna have a whole lotta fun
(CHORUS)
And it's one, two, three, what are we
fighting for
don't ask me I don't give a damn,
next stop is Viet Nam
And it's five, six, seven, open up the
pearly gates
ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee
we're all gonna die
Come on wall street don't be slow
why man this war is a go-go
there's plenty good money to be
made by
supplying the army with the tools of
its trade
let's hope and pray that if they drop
the bomb,
they drop it on the Viet Cong
Come on generals, let's move fast
your big chance has come at last
now you can go out and get those
reds
cos the only good commie is the one
that's dead and
you know that peace can only be won
when we've
blown 'em all to kingdom come
Come on mothers throughout the
land
pack your boys off to Viet Nam
come on fathers don't hesitate
send your sons off before it's too late
and you can be the first ones on your
block
to have your boy come home in a box
“War” by Edwin Star
(War) h'uh
Yeah!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin) uh-huh, uh-huh
(War) h'uh
Yeah!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')
Say it again, y'all
(War) h'uh (h'uh) look out!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')
Listen to me
Ooh war, I despise
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tears, to thousands of mother's
eyes
When their sons go off to fight and lose their
lives
I said, war (h'uh)
Good God, y'all!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin') 'gin
Say it, again
(War) whoa (h'uh) whoa-whoa, Lord
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')
Listen to me!
(War)
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker!
(War)
Friend only to the undertaker
Ooh, war
Is an enemy to all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest
Within the younger generation
Induction, then destruction
Who wants to die?
Ooh war, Good God (h'uh) y'all!
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')
Say it, say it, say it
(War)
Woah-h'uh (h'uh) yeah uh
(What is it good for?)
(Absolutely) nothin'
Listen to me
(War)
War by Edwin Star
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
(War)
It's got one thing and that's the undertaker
Ooh, war
Has shattered many a-young man's dreams
Made him disabled, bitter, and mean
And life is much too short and precious
To spend fighting wars each day
War can't give life
It can only take it away
Oh, war!
(H'uh) Good God, y'all
(What is it good for?)
Absolutely (nothin')
Say it, again
(War)
Whoa (h'uh) whoa-whoa, Lord
(What is it good for?)
A-absolutely (nothin')
Listen to me!
(War)
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
(War)
Friend only to the undertaker
Woo!
Peace, love and understanding tell me
Is there no place for anything else?
They say we must fight
To keep our freedoms
But Lord, knows there's got to be
A better way
Oooh
(War)
God, y'all! (uh)
(What is it good for?)
You tell 'em! (h'uh)
Say it, say it, say it
(War)
Good God (h'uh) now, h'uh
FADES(What is it good for?)
Stand up and shout it
(Nothin'!)
(War)
It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker
Ooh, war.
“Give Peace A Chance” by John Lennon
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism,
Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, ism ism ism
All we are saying is give peace a
chance
All we are saying is give peace a
chance
(C'mon)
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Minister, Sinister, Banisters and
Canisters,
Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, and
Pop Eyes, Bye bye, Bye byes
All we are saying is give peace a
chance
All we are saying is give peace a
chance
(Let me tell you now)
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Revolution, Evolution,
Masturbation, Flagellation,
Regulation,
Integrations, mediations, United
Nations, congratulations
All we are saying is give peace a
chance
All we are saying is give peace a
chance
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary,
Rosemary,
Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan,
Tommy Cooper,
Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan
Ginsberg, Hare Krishna
Hare Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a
chance
All we are saying is give peace a
chance
(Repeat 'til the tape runs out)
“What’s Going On” by Marvin Gaye
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today - Ya
Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me, so you can see
Oh, what's going on
What's going on
Ya, what's going on
Ah, what's going on
In the mean time
Right on, baby
Right on
Right on
Father, father, everybody thinks
we're wrong
Oh, but who are they to judge us
Simply because our hair is long
Oh, you know we've got to find a
way
To bring some understanding here
today
Oh
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Talk to me
So you can see
What's going on
Ya, what's going on
Tell me what's going on
I'll tell you what's going on - Uh
Right on baby
Right on baby