The Plastic Ono Band: Give Peace a Chance
March 21, 2008 on 9:07 am | In Friday Protest Songs, Music, Video | Leave a CommentThe Friday Protest Song for March 21, 2008
“You won’t get it unless you want it, and we want it now.”
I think it’s appropriate to feature a hymn on Good Friday, a prayer offered up by one prophet for a day that commemorates the sacrifice of another. Happy Easter!
The Plastic Ono Band: Give Peace a Chance
Everybody’s talking about
Bagism, Madism, Dragism, Shagism, 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.
Everybody’s talkin’ bout’ Ministers,
Sinisters, Banisters and Canisters,
Bishops and Fishops and Rabbis and Popeyes,
and Byebye, Byebyes
All we are saying, is give peace a chance.
All we are saying, is give peace a chance.
Everybody’s talking about
Revolution, Evolution, Masturbation,
Flagellation, Regulation, Integrations,
Meditations, United Nations,
Congratulations.
All we are saying, is give peace a chance.
All we are saying, is give peace a chance.
Everybody’s talking about
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan,
Tommy Cooper, Derek Tayor, 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.
Country Joe: The Fish Cheer and Fixin’ to Die Rag, live!
September 8, 2007 on 12:17 pm | In Friday Protest Songs, Music, Video | Leave a CommentFriday, September 7, 2007
Live at the Summer of Love 40th Anniversary, Sept 2 2007
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
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 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 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 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
Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band: Peaches
July 27, 2007 on 4:16 pm | In Friday Protest Songs | Leave a CommentThe Friday Protest Song for July 27, 2007
Seem they’re just out of reach to me…
MP3 … Lyrics … Beefheart fan site … Cindy Sheehan’s blog
This week’s protest song is dedicated to Cindy Sheehan and John Conyers, who didn’t have a meeting of the minds this week on the issue of impeachment, which Sheehan sees as a method to end the Occupation of Iraq.
John Conyers and Cindy Sheehan in happier times
From the 1968 album Unconditionally Guaranteed
Peaches (MP3)
All of those peaches up in one tree,
I know one of them belongs to me.
I seem them peaches fallin down by me,
I know you see me standing under your tree.
Long as you’ve got so many peaches,
Why don’t you throw one down to me?
If I was a cherry-red bird
I’d fly up and take you off with me.
Throw me a peach outta your tree!
Ain’t no use in you being mean to me.
Guess I’ll stop hanging ’round your tree
If you don’t send one down to me!
You know I’m as hungry as a man can be,
And I’m down here begging under your tree.
All of those peaches up in your tree,
Seem they’re just out of reach to me.
Long as you’ve got so many peaches,
Why don’t you throw one down to me?
If I was a cherry-red bird
I’d fly up and take you off with me.
All of those peaches up in one tree,
I know one of them belongs to me.
I seem them peaches fallin down by me,
I know you see me standing under your tree.
Long as you’ve got so many peaches,
Why don’t you throw one down to me?
If I was a cherry-red bird
I’d fly up and take you off with me.
Throw me a peach outta your tree!
Ain’t no use in you being mean to me.
All of those peaches up in one tree,
I know one of them belongs to me.
(repeat and fade)
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