Transcript THE USE OF MUSIC IN CLASS - El Rancho Unified School District

THE USE OF MUSIC IN CLASS
TAH Meeting
April 18, 2013
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 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.
“PEOPLE GET READY”: MUSIC AND
THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT OF
THE 1950’S AND 1960’S
PART I
We Shall Overcome by Pete Seeger
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid, TODAY
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand,
We'll walk hand in hand, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
The whole wide world around
The whole wide world around
The whole wide world around some
day
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace, some day.
Oh, deep in my heart,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.
“This Little Light of Mine” Sung by Sam Cooke
Amen
This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
This little light of mine,
I'm going to let it shine,
Let it shine
Let it shine to show my love
Everywhere I go I'm gonna let it shine
Everywhere I go I'm gonna let it shine
Everywhere I go I'm gonna let it shine
I let it shine to show my love
Even in my home I'm gonna let is shine
I let it shine to show my love
When I see my neighbor coming I'm gonna let it
shine
Amen
“If You Miss Me at the Back of the Bus”
If you miss me at the back of the bus
you can't find me nowhere
come on over to the front of the bus
I'll be riding up there.
If you miss me in the cotton fields
you can't find me nowhere
come on over to the courthouse
I'll be voting right there.
If you miss me on the picket line
you can't find me nowhere
come on over to the city jail
I'll be roaming over there.
If you miss me at the back of the bus
you can't find me nowhere
come on over to the front of the bus
I'll be riding up there.
If you miss me in the Mississippi River
you can't find me nowhere
come on over to the swimming pool
I'll be swimming right there.
“Keep Your Eyes on The Prize”
Paul and Silas, bound in jail
Had no money for to go their bail
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!
Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!
Paul and Silas began to shout
Doors popped open, and they walked out
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!
Well, the only chains that we can stand
Are the chains of hand in hand
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
Got my hand on the freedom plow
Wouldn't take nothing for my journey now
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!
Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!
Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)
Keep your Eyes on the Prize, hold on!
Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!
Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Shirley Verrett
“Oh Freedom”
Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom over me
After awhile, and before I'd be a slave I'll be
buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free
No more mourning, no more mourning, no more
mourning over me when I am free
And before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried in a my
grave
And I go home to my Lord and be free
She was born on May 31, 1931 and passed
on November 5, 2010.
She was an opera singer who performed at
the Met in New York City, Italy and France.
At times, she was not allowed to sing in opera
houses because she was black.
Through her career, she fought racial
discrimination.
No more crying, no more dying, Lord, no more
crying over me, and I am free
And before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried deep in a
my grave
And I go home to my Lord and be free
Oh sweet freedom, oh sweet freedom, oh sweet
freedom over me
And before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried in a my
grave
And I will go home to my Lord and be free
“Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around”
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around
I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin'
Marchin' up to freedom land.
Ain't gonna let no injunction turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around
Ain't gonna let no injunction turn me around
I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin'
Marchin' up to freedom land.
Ain't gonna let no hatred turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around
Ain't gonna let no hatred turn me around
I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin'
Marchin' up to freedom land.
Ain't gonna let racism turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around
Ain't gonna let racism turn me around
I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin'
Marchin' up to freedom land.
Ain't gonna let injustice turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around
Ain't gonna let injustice turn me around
I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on atalkin'
Marchin' up to freedom land.
Ain't gonna let no jail cell turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around
Ain't gonna let no jail cell turn me around
I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on atalkin'
Marchin' up to freedom land.
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around
Turn me around, turn me around
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around
I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on atalkin'
Marchin' up to freedom land.
“Oxford Town” by Bob Dylan
Oxford Town, Oxford Town
Ev'rybody's got their hats bowed
down
The sun don't shine above the ground
Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town.
He went down to Oxford Town
Guns and clubs followed him down
All because his face was brown
Better get away from Oxford Town.
Oxford Town around the bend
He comes to the door, he couln't get
in
All because of the color of his skin
What do you think about that, my
frien' ?
Me and my gal, my gal's son
We got met with a tear gas bomb
I don't even know why we come
Goin' back where we come from.
Oxford Town in the afternoon
Ev'rybody singin' a sorrowful tune
Two men died 'neath the Mississippi
moon
Somebody better investigate soon.
“Ballad of Oxford (Jimmy Meredith)” by Phil Ochs
I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil
had his rule
When marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to
school
His name was jimmy meredith
The tide he helped to turn
For he chose to stay on that terrible day
The land was soon to learn
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing,
Only God and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
The governor made a promise he would keep the trouble
down
But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be found
And men were filled with hate and fear,
They screamed into the night
The rebel flag waved in the air
The symbol of state's rights
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing,
Only God and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you have done
Gas was fired into the mob after each attack
And though the gas was running low, they never fired
back
And when the smoke had cleared and the fury felt it's
pain
Two men were dead and a hundred bled
The south had risen again
So listen mr barnet, and mr walker, too
The times are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right
over you
But someday you'll head for the south, to the southern
tip of hell
And it's hot down there, white-hot down there
Let's hear your rebel yell!
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing,
Only God and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
"see what you have done!"
JOHN COLTRANE ~ Alabama
He wrote the song after
the bombing 16th Street
Baptist Church on
September 15, 1963.
“The Promise Land” by Chuck Berry
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,
California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,
On across Caroline.
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,
Put luggage in my hands,
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.
Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State;
The pilot told me in thirteen minutes
We'd be headin' in the terminal gate.
We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,
Half way 'cross Alabam,
And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham.
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.
Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,
Ridin' cross Mississippi clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans.
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line.
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town.
There's people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down.
“Keep On Pushing”
by Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions
Keep on pushing
Keep on pushing
I've got to keep on pushing
I can't stop now
Move up a little higher
Some way or somehow
'Cause I've got my strength
And it don't make sense
Not to keep on pushin'
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Keep on pushing
Now maybe some day
I'll reach that higher goal
I know that I can make it
With just a little bit of soul
'Cause I've got my strength
And it don't make sense
Not to keep on pushin'
Now look-a look, look-a-look, a-look-a yonder
What's that I see
A great big stone wall
Stands there ahead of me
But I've got my pride
And I'll move on aside
And keep on pushin'
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Keep on pushing
Keep on pushing
Keep on pushing
“A Change Is Gonna Come” by Sam Cooke
I was born by the river in a little tent
And just like that river I've been running ever
since
It's been a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it
will
It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die
Cos I don't know what's out there beyond the
sky
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it
will
I go to the movie
And I go down town
somebody keep telling me don't hang around
Its been along time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it
will
Then I go to my brother
And I say brother help me please
But he winds up knockin' me
Back down on my knees
There were times when I thought I couldn't
last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gone come, oh yes it will
"Mississippi Goddam"
The name of this tune is Mississippi Goddam
And I mean every word of it
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
Can't you see it
Can't you feel it
It's all in the air
I can't stand the pressure much longer
Somebody say a prayer
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
This is a show tune
But the show hasn't been written for it, yet
Hound dogs on my trail
School children sitting in jail
Black cat cross my path
I think every day's gonna be my last
Lord have mercy on this land of mine
We all gonna get it in due time
I don't belong here
I don't belong there
I've even stopped believing in prayer
Don't tell me
I tell you
Me and my people just about due
I've been there so I know
They keep on saying "Go slow!"
But that's just the trouble
"do it slow"
Washing the windows
"do it slow"
Picking the cotton
"do it slow"
You're just plain rotten
"do it slow"
You're too damn lazy
"do it slow"
The thinking's crazy
"do it slow"
Where am I going
What am I doing
I don't know
I don't know
“Mississippi Goddam” by Nina Simone
Just try to do your very best
Stand up be counted with all the rest
For everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
Yes you lied to me all these years
You told me to wash and clean my ears
And talk real fine just like a lady
And you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie
But that's just the trouble
"do it slow"
Desegregation
"do it slow"
Mass participation
"do it slow"
Reunification
"do it slow"
Do things gradually
"do it slow"
But bring more tragedy
"do it slow"
Why don't you see it
Why don't you feel it
I don't know
I don't know
Oh but this whole country is full of lies
You're all gonna die and die like flies
I don't trust you any more
You keep on saying "Go slow!"
"Go slow!"
You don't have to live next to me
Just give me my equality
Everybody knows about Mississippi
Everybody knows about Alabama
Everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
I made you thought I was kiddin'
Picket lines
School boy cots
They try to say it's a communist plot
All I want is equality
for my sister my brother my people and me
That's it!
“Respect” by Aretha Franklin
What you want (hooo) baby I got it
What you need (hooo) you know I got it
(Hooo) all I'm asking (hooo) is for a little respect
( Just a little bit) when you come home
(Just a little bit) hey baby ( Just little bit)
When you come home ( Just a Little Bit) Mister
I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone
I ain't gonna do you wrong 'cause I don't wanna
All I'm asking is for a little respect when you come
home
(Just a Little Bit) Baby ( Just a little bit )
When you come home ( Just a little Bit) Yeah
I'm about to give you all my money
And all I'm asking in return honey
Is to give me my propers when you get home
(Justa Justa Justa) Yeah baby when you get home
( Just a little Bit ) Yeah ( Just a little bit )
Hooo your kisses sweeter than honey and
guess what so is my money
All I want you to do for me is give it to me
whn you get home
( Re re re re spect) Yeah baby whip it to me
( Just a little bit) when you get home now (
Just a little bit)
R-E-S-P-E-C-T find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Take care, TCB ohhhh
(Sock it to me,etc.)
A little respect oh yeah ( Just a little bit)
A little respect ( Just a little Bit)
THE SIXTIES AND PROTEST MUSIC
PART II
“Ballad of the Green Beret” by Staff
Sergeant 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-to-hand
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.
“Blowin’ In the Wind” by Bob Dylan
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
sI'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.
“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
“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
“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
senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no
fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
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
millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no
fortunate one, no.
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,
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,
“The Star-Spangled Banner” by Jimi
Hendrix
He performed his version
of “ The Star-Spangled
Banner “ at Woodstock
on August 18, 1969.
“I Feel Like I’am Fixin’ to Die Rag” by Country
Joe Mc Donald
Come on generals, let's move fast
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
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
“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.
“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
(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
(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
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)
“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...
“Bruce Springsteen’s messages of
hope”
“Talk about a dream, try to make it real.”
Bruce Springsteen
Bruce Springsteen
He was born on September
23, 1949 from the state of
New Jersey.
He is known as “The Boss”.
His first album was released
in 1972.
He writes on various types
like anti-war songs, social
injustice and the right of
underprivileged.
His influences are Woody
Guthrie, Pete Seeger and
Phil Ochs.
“My City in Ruins”
There is a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open
I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Now the sweet bells of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves,
The boarded up windows,
The empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Now's there's tears on the pillow
Darlin' where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?
My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins
Now with these hands,
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the faith, Lord
We pray for your love, Lord
We pray for the lost, Lord
We pray for this world, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord
Come on
Come on
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
"Lonesome Day"
Once I thought I knew
Everything I needed to know about you
Your sweet whisper, Your tender touch
But I didn't really know that much
Joke's on me, It's gonna be okay
If I can just get through this lonesome day
Hell's brewin' dark sun's on the rise
This storm'll blow through by and by
House is on fire, Viper's in the grass
A little revenge and this too shall pass
This too shall pass, I'm gonna pray
Right now all I got's this lonesome day
It's allright? It's allright? It's allright
Better ask questions before you shoot
Deceit and betrayals bitter fruit
It's hard to swallow, come time to pay
That taste on your tongue don't easily slip away
Let kingdom come I'm gonna find my way
Through this lonesome day
“Rising”
Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my back's a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile line
Come on up for the rising
Com on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
Wearin' the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
Spirits above and behind me
Faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright
May their precious blood forever bind me
Lord as I stand before your fiery light
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
I see you Mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancin' in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line
Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life (a dream of life)
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
"Empty Sky"
I woke up this morning
I could barely breathe
Just an empty impression
In the bed where you used to be
I want a kiss from your lips
I want an eye for an eye
I woke up this morning to the empty sky
On the plains of Jordan
I cut my bow from the wood
Of this tree of evil
Of this tree of good
I want a kiss from your lips
I want an eye for an eye
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Blood on the streets
Yeah blood flowin' down
I hear the blood of my blood
Cryin' from the ground
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
"Waitin' On A Sunny Day"
It's rainin' but there ain't a cloud in the sky
Musta been a tear from your eye
Everything'll be okay
Funny thought I felt a sweet summer breeze
Musta been you sighin' so deep
Don't worry we're gonna find a way
I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin' on a sunny day
Without you I'm workin' with the rain fallin' down
Half a party in a one dog town
I need you to chase the blues away
Without you I'm a drummer girl that can't keep a
beat
And ice cream truck on a deserted street
I hope that you're coming to stay
I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin' on a sunny day
Hard times baby, well they come to tell us all
Sure as the tickin' of the clock on the wall
Sure as the turnin' of the night into day
Your smile girl, brings the mornin' light to my
eyes
Lifts away the blues when I rise
I hope that you're coming to stay
I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny day
Gonna chase the clouds away
Waitin' on a sunny day
"Countin' On A Miracle"
It's a fairytale so tragic
There's no prince to break the spell
I don't believe in magic
But for you I will, for you I will
If I'm a fool, I'll be a fool
Darlin' for you
I'm countin' on a miracle
Baby I'm countin' on a miracle
Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle
To come through
There ain't no storybook story
There's no never-ending song
Our happily ever after Darlin'
Forever come and gone
I'm movin' on
If I'm gonna believe
I'll put my faith
Darlin' in you
I'm countin' on a miracle
Baby I'm countin' on a miracle
Darlin' I'm countin' on a miracle
To come through
Sleeping beauty awakes from her dream
With her lover's kiss on her lips
Your kiss was taken from me
Now all I have is this
Your kiss, your kiss, your touch, your touch
Your heart, your heart, your strength, your strength
Your hope, your hope, your faith, your faith
Your face, your face, your love, your love
Your dream, your dream, your life, your life
I'm runnin' through the forest
With this wolf at my heels
My king is lost at midnight
When the tower bells peal
We've got no fairytale ending
In God's hands our fate is complete
Your heaven's here in my heart
Our love's this dust beneath my feet
Just this dust beneath my feet
If I'm gonna live
I'll life my life
Darlin' to you
[CHORUS (4X)]
"Land Of Hope And Dreams"
Grab your ticket and your suitcase
Thunder's rolling down the tracks
You don't know where you're goin'
But you know you won't be back
Darlin' if you're weary
Lay your head upon my chest
We'll take what we can carry
And we'll leave the rest
Big Wheels rolling through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
I will provide for you
And I'll stand by your side
You'll need a good companion for
This part of the ride
Leave behind your sorrows
Let this day be the last
Tomorrow there'll be sunshine
And all this darkness past
Big wheels roll through fields
Where sunlight streams
Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
This train
Carries saints and sinners
This train
Carries losers and winners
This Train
Carries whores and gamblers
This Train
Carries lost souls
This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'
This Train
Carries broken-hearted
This Train
Thieves and sweet souls departed
This Train
Carries fools and kings
This Train
All aboard
This Train
Dreams will not be thwarted
This Train
Faith will be rewarded
This Train
Hear the steel wheels singin'
This Train
Bells of freedom ringin'
"The Promised Land"
On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert
I pick up my money and head back into town
Driving cross the Waynesboro county line
I got the radio on and I'm just killing time
Working all day in my daddy's garage
Driving all night, chasing some mirage
Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge.
The dogs on main street howl,
'cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man,
And I believe in a promised land.
I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start
The dogs on main street howl,
'cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man,
And I believe in a promised land.
There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the
storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and
brokenhearted
The dogs on main street howl,
'cause they understand,
If I could take one moment into my hands
Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man,
And I believe in a promised land
I believe in a promised land...
“Meet Me At Mary's Place” Written by Sam Cooke
A friend of mine told me one early mornin'
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
Said tonight there's gonna be a party goin' on
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
He said: „If you can enjoy a real nice affair
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
Then you'll make it your business to be right there“
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
He said in fact: „Meet me
(Meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have
(We're gonna have us a ball today)
Why don't you
(Meet me at Mary's place)
Why don't you meet me
(Meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have
(We're gonna have us a ball today)
Why don't you“
(Meet me at Mary's place, ho)
He said: „There's one thing I that want you to know
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
You're gonna have a good time before you go“
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
He said: „There's one more thing that I'm gonna
guarantee
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
Got to have fun if you're a man like me“
(Over at Mary's place, ho)
If you wanna have fun, meet me
(Meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have
(We're gonna have us a ball today)
Why don't you
(Meet me at Mary's place)
Oh meet me
(Meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have
(We're gonna have us a ball today)
Why don't you
(Meet me at Mary's place, ho)
If you wanna have a good time
(meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have
(We're gonna have us a ball today)
Come on and
(Meet me at Mary's place)
Oh, meet me
(Meet me at Mary's place)
We're gonna have
(We're gonna have us a ball today)
Come on and
(Meet me at Mary's place, ho)
"Mary's Place"
Your loving grace surrounds me
Everybody's here
Furniture's out on the front porch
Music's up loud
I dream of you in my arms
I lose myself in the crowd
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Tell me how do you live broken-hearted
Meet me at Mary's place
I got seven pictures of Buddha
The prophet's on my tongue
Eleven angels of mercy
Sighin' over that black hole in the sun
My heart's dark but it's risin'
I'm pullin' all the faith I can see
From that black hole on the horizon
I hear your voice calling me
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rain
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Tell me how do we get this thing started
Meet me at Mary's place
Familiar faces around me
Laughter fills the air
I got a picture of you in my locket
I keep it close to my heart
A light shining in my breast
Leading me through the dark
Seven days, seven candles
In my window light your way
Your favorite record's on the turntable
I drop the needle and pray
Band's countin' out midnight
Floor's rumblin' loud
Singer's callin' up daylight
And waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Waitin' for that shout from the crowd
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Meet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a party
Tell me how do we get this thing started
Meet me at Mary's place
Meet me at Mary's place
Meet me at Mary's place
"Worlds
Apart"
I hold you in my arms, yeah that's when it
starts
I seek faith in your kiss and comfort in
your heart
I taste the seed upon your lips, lay my
tongue upon your scars
But when I look into your eyes we stand
worlds apart
Sometimes the truth just ain't enough
Or is it too much in times like this
Let's throw the truth away we'll find it in
this kiss
In your skin upon my skin in the beating
of our hearts
May the living let us in before the dead
tear us apart
Where the distant oceans sing and rise
to the plain
In this dry and troubled country your
beauty remains
Down from the mountain road where the
highway rolls to dark
'Neath Allah's blessed rain we remain
worlds apart
We'll let blood build a bridge over
mountains draped in stars
I'll meet you on the ridge between these
worlds apart
We've got this moment now to live then
it's all just dust and dark
Let's let love give what it gives
Let's let love give what it gives
"Paradise"
Where the river runs to black
I take the schoolbooks from your pack
Plastics, wire and your kiss
The breath of eternity on your lips
In the crowded marketplace
I drift from face to face
I hold my breath and close my eyes
I hold my breath and close my eyes
And I wait for paradise
And I wait for paradise
The Virginia hills have gone to brown
Another day, another sun goin' down
I visit you in another dream
I visit you in another dream
I reach and feel your hair
Your smell lingers in the air
I brush your cheek with my fingertips
I taste the void upon your lips
And I wait for paradise
And I wait for paradise
I search for you on the other side
Where the river runs clean and wide
Up to my heart the waters rise
Up to my heart the waters rise
I sink 'neath the river cool and clear
Drifting down I disappear
I see you on the other side
I search for the peace in your eyes
But they're as empty as paradise
They're as empty as paradise
I break above the waves
I feel the sun upon my face
Born in the USA
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too
much
Till you spend half your life just covering up
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle
in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the
yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "son don't you understand now"
Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet
Cong
They're still there he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.
"Devils & Dust"
I got my finger on the trigger
But I don't know who to trust
When I look into your eyes
There's just devils and dust
We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie
Home's a long, long way from us
I feel a dirty wind blowing
Devils and dust
I got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing, baby
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust
Well I dreamed of you last night
In a field of blood and stone
The blood began to dry
The smell began to rise
Well I dreamed of you last night, Bobbie
In a field of mud and bone
Your blood began to dry
And the smell began to rise
We've got God on our side
We're just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a powerful thing, baby
It'll turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
[Harmonica solo]
Now every woman and every man
They wanna take a righteous stand
Find the love that God wills
And the faith that He commands
I've got my finger on the trigger
And tonight faith just ain't enough
When I look inside my heart
There's just devils and dust
Well I've got God on my side
And I'm just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear's a dangerous thing
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
Yeah it'll take your God filled soul
Fill it with devils and dust
[Harmonica solo]
"Your Own Worst Enemy"
You can't sleep at night
You can't dream your dream
Your fingerprints on file
Left clumsily at the scene
Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy has come to town
Yesterday the people were at ease
Baby you slept in peace
You closed your eyes and saw her
You knew who you were
And your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy has come
Your world keeps turning round and round
But everything is upside down
Your own worst enemy has come to town
There's a face you know
Staring back from the shop window
The condition you're in
Now you just can't get out of this skin
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Ah ah ah
Hooo...
The times they got too clear
So you removed all the mirrors
Once the family felt secure
Now no one's very sure
Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy's come
Everything is falling down
Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your own worst enemy has come
Everything is falling down
Your own worst enemy has come to town
Your flag it flew so high
It drifted into the sky
“Long Walk Home”
"
Last night I stood at your doorstep
Trying to figure out what went wrong
You just slipped something into my palm and you
were gone
Here everybody has a neighbor
Everybody has a friend
Everybody has a reason to begin again
I could smell the same deep green of summer
'Bove me the same night sky was glowin'
In the distance I could see the town where I was born
My father said "Son, we're lucky in this town,
It's a beautiful place to be born.
It just wraps its arms around you,
Nobody crowds you and nobody goes it alone"
It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
A long walk home
In town I pass Sal's grocery
Barber shop on South Street
I looked in their faces*
They're all rank strangers to me*
Well Veteran's Hall high upon the hill
Stood silent and alone
The diner was shuttered and boarded
With a sign that just said "gone"
It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
[Guitar break]
[Sax break]
"Your flag flyin' over the courthouse
Means certain things are set in stone.
Who we are, what we'll do and what we won't"
It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
Hey pretty darling, don't wait up for me
Gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home
It's gonna be a long walk home