Question: What's The Most Politically "Uncomfortable" Song You've Heard In Your Lifetime ???

[WillyT]

I'll start... And Now That I Think About It... I Wasn't All That Uncomfortable...

The Poem:

With Music:

[Gravitycollapse]

1. There's no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated...

It's not the right time to be sober
Now the idiots have taken over
Spreading like a social cancer, is there an answer?

Mensa membership conceding
Tell me why and how are all the stupid people breeding
Watson, it's really elementary
The industrial revolution
Has flipped the bitch on evolution
The benevolent and wise are being thwarted, ostracized, what a bummer
The world keeps getting dumber
Insensitivity is standard and faith is being fancied over reason

Darwin's rolling over in his coffin
The fittest are surviving much less often
Now everything seems to be reversing, and it's worsening
Someone flopped a steamer in the gene pool
Now angry mob mentality's no longer the exception, it's the rule
And I'm starting to feel a lot like Charlton Heston
Stranded on a primate planet
Apes and orangutans that ran it to the ground
With generals and the armies that obeyed them
Followers following fables
Philosophies that enable them to rule without regard

There's no point for democracy when ignorance is celebrated
Political scientists get the same one vote as some Arkansas inbred
Majority rule, don't work in mental institutions
Sometimes the smallest softest voice carries the grand biggest solutions

What are we left with?
A nation of god-fearing pregnant nationalists
Who feel it's their duty to populate the homeland
Pass on traditions
How to get ahead religions
And prosperity via simpleton culture

The idiots are taking over

[JaneyVee]

2. Politically uncomfortable? As in offensive stuff we disagree with?

I would have to say Skrewdriver or any other of those asshole neo-Nazi fuck heads that gave punk rock a bad rep.

[WillyT]

7. I Put "Uncomfortable"...In Quotes... For A Reason...

Maybe I should have used "Controversial"...

[Fumesucker]

3. Two by Steppenwolf, neither of which is well known

We'll call you when you're six years old
And drag you to the factory
To train your brain for eighteen years
With promise of security
But then you're free
And forty years you waste to chase the dollar sign
So you may die in Florida
At the pleasant age of sixty nine

The water's getting hard to drink
We've mangled up the country side
The air will choke you when you breathe
We're all committing suicide
But it's alright
It's progress folks keep pushin' till your body rots
Will strip the earth of all it's green
And then divide her into parking lots

But there's nothing you and I can do
You and I are only two
What's right and wrong is hard to say
Forget about it for today
We'll stick our heads into the sand
Just pretend that all is grand
Then hope that everything turns out ok

You're free to speak your mind my friend
As long as you agree with me
Don't criticize the father land
Or those who shape your destiny
'Cause if you do
You'll lose your job your mind and all the friends you knew
We'll send out all our boys in blue
They'll find a way to silence you

But there's nothing you and I can do
You and I are only two
What's right and wrong is hard to say
Forget about it for today
We'll stick our heads into the sand
Just pretend that all is grand
Then hope that everything turns out ok

What gives you the right? Hey you
To stand there and tell me what to do
Tell me who gave you the power?
To stop me from livin' like I do

Remember if you plan to stay
Those who give can take away
Don't bite the hand that feeds you

Just one time I'd like to be somewhere
Where none of your clever lies fill the air
I'm tired of your frozen smile and your voice of tin
Just might all gang up on you, turn the knob and do you in

Remember if you plan to stay
Those who give can take away
Don't bite the hand that feeds you

This never ending power play
'Tween jealous greed and vicious hate
Is grinding us like giant millstones
But it can't be our only fate
It's time we got our heads together
And let 'em know that we're awake

Those in the dark, you know they're no longer blind
They're breakin' from your strangle hold on their minds
Those who can see don't need no one to cross the street
Be careful who you're pushin' round, they just might find you obsolete

Remember if you plan to stay
Those who give can take away
Don't bite the hand that feeds you

What gives you the right? Hey
To stand there and tell me what to do
Tell me who gave you the power?
To stop me from livin' like I do

Remember if you plan to stay
Those who give can take away
Don't bite the hand that feeds you

[dimbear]

4. Tie between Deutschland Uber Alles and the Marseillaise. n/t

[DJ13]

5. Corporate Cannibal

Grace Jones - Corporate Cannibal

[IDemo]

6. War Pigs - Black Sabbath

[PeaceNikki]

19. That and "Disposable Heroes" for me.

[Ghost in the Machine]

39. What is uncomfortable or controversial about War Pigs??

I used to call my local Classic Rock station every year on W's birthday durinr the lunch hour song request time and ask if I could dedicate a song to president Bush* for his birthday. The DJ would say "sure, what song would you like to dedicate?" I'd say "War Pigs"! A couple of times the DJ cracked up on the phone, one time a DJ stammered a bit and said "I don't know if they'll let me do that", but several times it got played. Once I was on my cell phone riding down the interstate with a friend, and heard myself live on the air during the request hour. They got a lot of the same requests after that!

War Pigs is the ultimate anti-war song. It eviscerates the politicians and top military brass, but never disrespects the troops in any way.... but that's just my opinion, your mileage may vary...

Peace,

Ghost

[NoPasaran]

8. Melanie Safka - I Don't Eat Animals

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Half-baked self-righteous lyrics combined with Melanie's annoying voice. Absolute torture.

[dembotoz]

10. i love(d) melanie--had most of her album--yes vynil those days

the songs I hate are those country western flag waving bullshit ditties that they always seem to play at republican conventions

[lunasun]

9. pretty much anything by ray stevens.........

I think it is the quantity of songs by him + the content combo that makes me uncomfortable
and i am not a fan of the genre so there is that too

[lunasun]

14. OOPs= sorry I see not offensive but uncomfotable in thought -Anything about war

The Sweet Bird Of Truth
Lyrics

Flight leader, this is "Combat" your forward end controller
I have three targets for you
Your first target is a blockhouse, target number 11 at the north-east corner of the combat zone, request: Napalm
Rodger, flight leader, the identity of your request is, eh, batch of Napalm on the blockhouse in the north-east corner of the target area
Flight leader, understand, 30 seconds
White flag, this is "Combat", we have you in sight
Roll on to the west, call to confirm you have target area, a'ight

Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia

Six o'clock in the morning and I'm the last person in this plane still awake
Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores of this land that can't forget it's past
Oh the wind that carries this plane is the wind of change, heaven sent and hell bent
Over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other GI Joe's, adios
This is your captain calling (With an urgent warning), we're above the gulf of Arabia (Our altitude is falling)
And I can't hold her up (There's no time for thinking), all hands on deck (This bird is sinking)
Across the beaches and cranes, rivers and trains, all the money I've made, bodies I've maimed
Time was when I seemed to know, just like any other GI Joe
Should I cry like a baby, or die like a man while all the planets little wars start joining hands?
Oh what a heaven, what a hell, y'know there's nothing could be done in this whole wide world

Arabia

I don't know what's wrong or right, I'm just a regular guy with bottled up insides
I ain't ever been to church or believed in Jesus Christ but I'm praying that gods with you when you die
This is your captain calling (With an urgent warning), we're above the gulf of Arabia (Our altitude is falling)
And I can't hold her up (There's no time for thinking), all hands on deck (This bird is sinking)
Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia, Arabia

[Bjorn Against]

17. Holy crap, do people actually listen to that?

I knew most right-wing musicians sucked, but those videos are just pathetic.

[lunasun]

21. he has so many it sort of gets me ill

But so bad you have to LOL too


I also do not like "Proud to be an American" but one reason is they taught it in schools here instead of the "My Country 'Tis of Thee" or"The Star-Spangled Banner"
for assemblies etc. and i do not know why but the song makes me uncomfortable instead of instilling patriotism

[Bjorn Against]

25. It is really hard not to laugh at right-wing music it is so awful

If you are going to post laughably awful right-wing garbage songs on this thread then I am going to counter with something even more pathetic.



This is a Tea-Party themed rap duo performing for a bunch of Teabagging senior citizens in fanny-packs at the CPAC convention, yes this actually happened...

[lunasun]

29. Oh Sweet Cheeses

powered wigs in tracksuits

[LeftInTX]

47. I wonder what happened to him?

Mr. Guitarzan and his jungle band

[Junkdrawer]

11. Either "Subterranean Homesick Blues" or "Masters of War"....

Toss up

[JustAnotherGen]

12. Hateful Hate - 10000 Maniacs

In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries 'til awakened by a white man's cry: "This is the Eden I was to find." There were lands to be charted and to be claimed for a crown, when a hero was made by the length he could stay in this dangerous land of hateful hate.

Curiosity filled the heads of these, there was an upper room they had to see. Curiosity killed the best of these for a hero's hometown welcoming. Still they moved on and on.

Who came building missions? Unswerving men of the cloth who gave their lives in numbers untold so that black sheep entered the fold. Captured like human livestock, destined for slavery. Naked, walked to the shore where great ships moored for the hellbound journies. Bought and sold with a hateful hate.

Curiosity filled the breasts of these with some strange ecstasy. Curiosity killed the best of these by robbing their lives of dignity. Still they moved on and on.

Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush safari. Come conquer the, his claws and teeth. See death in his eyes to know you're alive.

European homesteads grew up in the colonies with civilized plans for wild hinterlands, their guns and God willing. Such a hateful hate.

Curiosity spilled the blood of these for their spotted skins and ivory. Curiosity filled the heads of these madmen with the lies of destiny. Curiosity spilled the blood of these, then blotted their lives from history. Curiosity filled the heads of these, one man claimed all that he could see. Curiosity still entices these madmen with a lusting and a greed. Their legacy, legacy, legacy...

[loyalsister]

13. Four Dead in Ohio really shook me up

I was less than a yr. old when it happened, and didn't really learn about until I was in HS.

[Cirque du So-What]

20. I was 15 when those shootings occurred

The first time I heard Ohio was about a month later on an 'underground' college FM station. I remember thinking, 'wow! That was fast!' I also remember thinking that CSN&Y were destined for Nixon's enemies list.

[loyalsister]

26. I was actually 5 mos. old

I was in my teens when I heard it and was really stunned to realize it happened only 15 yrs. earlier.

[Bjorn Against]

15. Roger Waters - Watching TV

[baldguy]

16. Two

Many years ago during a Schlachtfest-Labor Day celebration the band struck up an unfamiliar tune - unfamiliar to me, anyway. A few of the older German gentlemen in the crowd got up on the stage & started beating up on the band members.

The song was The Horst-Wessel-Lied

The second wasn't so much *a song* as an incident. Again, several years ago. I was in and old First Ward Irish bar in Buffalo, and they had an Irish band (of course!) doing a whole bunch of old pre-(Irish) Independence, pro-Republican fight songs. And at the end of the night they passed around a collection plate to help fund current IRA activities. Now, I have no doubt that these Irish guys were running a scam on a bunch of drunken "Good Oirish Catlic B'hoys" - but there was still hundreds of dollars in that plate by the time they were finished.

[ismnotwasm]

18. Slayer

War Ensemble

Propaganda death ensemble
Burial to be
Corpses rotting through the night
In blood laced misery
Scorched earth the policy
The reason for the singe
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid

Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front llines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds
Bombard till submission
Take all to their graves
Indication of triumph
The number that are dead

Chorus
Sport the war, war support
The sport is war, total war
When victory's a massacre
The final swing is not a drill
It's how many people I can kill

Chorus

Be dead friend from abve
When darkness falls
Descend into my sights
Your fallen walls
Spearhead break through the lines
Flanked all around
Soldiers of attrition
Forward their ground
Gregime prophetic age
Old in it's time
Flowing veins run on through
Deep in the rhine
Center of the web
All battles scored
What is our war crimes
(era forever more...war)

Propaganda war ensemble
Burial to be
Bones shining in the night
In blood laced misery
Campaign of elimination
Twisted psychology
When victory is to survive
And death is defeat

Chorus
Sport the war, war support
The sport is total war
When victory's a massacre
When victory is survival


Or perhaps OTEP


'Buried Alive'

I speak in verses, prophecies, and curses [x2]
I hate my life
No miracle is coming
Hate you
It's just a hole
Hate you
Nothing's wrong with you
Hate you
Must maintain control
Hate you
Everyone's asking questions
No place is safe
I'll forfeit resurrection
To escape this pain

I hate my life [x8]

I speak in verses, prophecies and curses
This storm of thorns is growing
Hate me
There's no end in sight
Hate me
Chaos claws my jaw
Hate me
And incites a mental riot
Hate me
I'm in the mouth of madness
With a tongue of poetry
I ate the spine of Atlas
Now the world is crushing me

I hate my life [x6]

Buried alive behind enemy lines
Surrogate child for the sins of all mankind
Hate
Buried alive behind enemy lines, buried alive, buried alive [x3]
For the sins of all mankind

[lunasun]

22. +1

[flvegan]

23. Global: Rise Against, "Hero of War"

Local: Rise Against, "Help Is On the Way"

[nomorenomore08]

24. "The Band Played Waltzing Matilda" (Pogues version)

And in a more abstract sense, perhaps "Decades" by Joy Division:

"Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders.
Here are the young men, well where have they been?
We opened the doors of hell's darker chamber.
Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in."

[BainsBane]

50. Waltzing Matilda is an excellent choice

Plus I love the Pogues.

[Lint Head]

27. Country Joe McDonald - "Feel Like I'm Fixing To Die"

[alarimer]

28. A lot of Phil Ochs could be uncomfortable

"Love Me, I'm a Liberal" is one, though it's a bit dated now. And a lot of his songs do seem dated but that's the problem with a lot of songs that are topical at the moment.

Some of these lyrics I've never heard. I guess they didn't make it to the album version or whatever. Or he updated them from time to time. But, yeah, they get a little close to the truth about liberal hypocrisy, especially the part at the end about "turning you in." And about "those people" moving next door. We all know liberals like that and probably we are liberals like that, even though we think we aren't.

I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
Tears ran down my spine
I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
As though I'd lost a father of mine
But Malcolm X got what was coming
He got what he asked for this time
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I go to civil rights rallies
And I put down the old D.A.R.
I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
I hope every colored boy becomes a star
But don't talk about revolution
That's going a little bit too far
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
My faith in the system restored
I'm glad the commies were thrown out
of the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
as long as they don't move next door
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

The people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
I can't understand how their minds work
What's the matter don't they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I read New republic and Nation
I've learned to take every view
You know, I've memorized Lerner and Golden
I feel like I'm almost a Jew
But when it comes to times like Korea
There's no one more red, white and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

I vote for the democratic party
They want the U.N. to be strong
I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
He sure gets me singing those songs
I'll send all the money you ask for
But don't ask me to come on along
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

Once I was young and impulsive
I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the socialist meetings
Learned all the old union hymns
But I've grown older and wiser
And that's why I'm turning you in
So love me, love me, love me, I'm a liberal

[nomorenomore08]

51. That song kind of weeds out the people who are invested in an overly idealized image of themselves.

Know what I mean? Like being a "good liberal" is so important to them, when they have their flaws like everyone else, whether they admit it or not.

[Bonobo]

30. The Star Spangled Banner.

It is a song asking the eternal question "Is the flag still up? Is the flag still up?"

[truebluegreen]

31. + a million

That's the one. Protest songs, songs that make me think about who we are, and what we actually do in the world? Not so much.

That song, that encourages our militarism and exceptionalism and whatever other -ism..THAT makes me uncomfortable.

Actually, THAT makes me

[WillyT]

33. Yep...

[DreamGypsy]

32. On some kind of a Phil Ochs roll tonight, so Love Me I'm A Liberal ...

...blatantly political and blatantly intended to make those of us it which it applies...uncomfortable.

So, here then, is a lesson in safe logic ...

http://vimeo.com/32056274

and that's certainly an uncomfortable audience. But Phil also shows the limits of his...correctness...with the DAR comment. I guess the conclusion is that no one is completely politically correct.

[jberryhill]

34. Inna Gadda Da Vida

[LeftInTX]

48. In the Garden of Eden baby

[thelordofhell]

35. Ruby, Don't Take Your Love To Town

Written by Mel Tillis around 1966, this song was a true story about his neighbor at the time, a Korean War veteran who was paralyzed and couldn't stop his wife from leaving to sleep around. In the end, he did murder her........something only hinted at in the song.

When I was younger, I just loved the sound of the song.......it wasn't until much later that I found about it's actual history and how it really was one of the first Vietnam protest songs recorded (first by Johnny Darrell in 1967 and then by The First Edition in 1969)

[Fire Walk With Me]

36. Margaret Thatcher getting hot to a phone call from the US Secretary of War.

A long list of uncomfortable truths from the mid 80's.

[AverageJoe90]

44. Good video, man, thanks!

[Fire Walk With Me]

59. Glad you liked it. I'm sure there are some who somehow imagine that I don't understand that

it wasn't actually Margaret Thatcher, that there is no secretary of war, and that I don't know what Jello Biafra's voice sounds like

[MannyGoldstein]

37. Clash: Washington Bullets

[MADem]

38. This one sets my teeth on edge...such a sweet melody, such a dark subtext...

[redqueen]

40. Buffy Sainte-Marie - Universal Soldier

[Nye Bevan]

41. Seven a.m., waking up in the morning.....

Seven a.m., waking up in the morning
Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have cereal
Seein' everything, the time is goin'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta get down to the bus stop
Gotta catch my bus, I see my friends (My friends)

Kickin' in the front seat
Sittin' in the back seat
Gotta make my mind up
Which seat can I take?

It's Friday, Friday
Gotta get down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weekend
Friday, Friday
Gettin' down on Friday
Everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend

Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Partyin', partyin' (Yeah)
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Lookin' forward to the weekend

[olddots]

42. Southern Polititian by Willie Deville

sounds like it was written yesterday

[lumberjack_jeff]

43. Sky Pilot by Eric Burdon and the Animals

[Zorra]

45. Definitely Metallica...And Justice For All...

Halls of Justice Painted Green
Money Talking
Power Wolves Beset Your Door
Hear Them Stalking
Soon You'll Please Their Appetite
They Devour
Hammer of Justice Crushes You
Overpower

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Apathy Their Stepping Stone
So Unfeeling
Hidden Deep Animosity
So Deceiving
Through Your Eyes Their Light Burns
Hoping to Find
Inquisition Sinking You
With Prying Minds

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price You Pay
Nothing Can Save You

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Lady Justice Has Been Raped
Truth Assassin
Rolls of Red Tape Seal Your Lips
Now You're Done in
Their Money Tips Her Scales Again
Make Your Deal
Just What Is Truth? I Cannot Tell
Cannot Feel

The Ultimate in Vanity
Exploiting Their Supremacy
I Can't Believe the Things You Say
I Can't Believe
I Can't Believe the Price We Pay
Nothing Can Save Us

Justice Is Lost
Justice Is Raped
Justice Is Gone
Pulling Your Strings
Justice Is Done
Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

Seeking No Truth
Winning Is All
Find it So Grim
So True
So Real

[nomorenomore08]

52. I always liked "One" - went through a big Metallica phase in 8th grade.

Then I went to the source material and read 'Johnny Got His Gun.' At the age of 15.

[opiate69]

46. A Perfect Circle (via Joni Mitchell) "Fiddle and the Drum"

http://m.

[Little_Wing]

49. Iris Dement "Wasteland of the Free"

If you've never heard Iris rip through this one, you are missing a truly great singer-songwriter: She really nails it.


Living in the wasteland of the free...

We got preachers dealing in politics and diamond mines
and their speech is growing increasingly unkind
They say they are Christ's disciples
but they don't look like Jesus to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We got politicians running races on corporate cash
Now don't tell me they don't turn around and kiss them peoples' ass
You may call me old-fashioned
but that don't fit my picture of a true democracy
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We got CEO's making two hundred times the workers' pay
but they'll fight like hell against raising the minimum wage
and If you don't like it, mister, they'll ship your job
to some third-world country 'cross the sea
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let's blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free

We got little kids with guns fighting inner city wars
So what do we do, we put these little kids behind prison doors
and we call ourselves the advanced civilization
that sounds like crap to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We got high-school kids running 'round in Calvin Klein and Guess
who cannot pass a sixth-grade reading test
but if you ask them, they can tell you
the name of every crotch on MTV
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We kill for oil, then we throw a party when we win
Some guy refuses to fight, and we call that the sin
but he's standing up for what he believes in
and that seems pretty damned American to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let's blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free

While we sit gloating in our greatness
justice is sinking to the bottom of the sea
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free

[BainsBane]

53. "Land: Horse/ Land of a Thousand Dances/La Mer (de)," Patti Smith

Trigger warning

I'm not sure if it's the most disturbing, but it's definitely up there.
It's about the rape and murder of a boy.

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he's being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you're rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi
Life is filled with holes, Johnny's laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can't you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there's the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty little place, it's across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There's a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn't waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
up there -- there is a sea
the sea's the possibility
There is no land but the land


(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea

(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key

(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.

(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor

(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee

(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame
(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat

(the spoon)
And let it deep in

(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area


(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi ...
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we're together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,

(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that's how I
that's how I
I died

(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)

(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There's no land but the land

looked at my hands, and there's a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers

(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,

(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first

(his vocal chords shot up)

(possibility)

(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate

(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song

[BainsBane]

54. Don McClean's, "Vincent"

People have listed a number of war songs, but rape (Land/Horses) and mental illness (Vincent) are also political issues.

[Generic Other]

60. This is the best version

It was made by an incredible builder in Second Life. Watch him build a life size replica of Starry Night. It is awe-inspiring all on its own. But with the music really does record the artistry of some of the creative people working online as well as connecting to Van Gogh. This video is form 2007 probably. It inspired me to make machinima. It still inspires. Robby Dingo who is building the piece created a masterpiece of digital magic here. This thing he built was soon erased as all these creations eventually are.

Back then, the artists were experimenting with allowing the viewer to immerse themselves into the canvas. Very interesting sensory experience.

[BainsBane]

65. Very cool

Thanks for sharing this!

[BainsBane]

55. "Polly," Nirvana (Trigger Warning)

[Democracyinkind]

56. STATE RADIO

Woke him up with a barrel to his head His eyes shut tight, bracing for the blow Resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hand
Twenty days in a concrete fallout What life have I to take your own Oh, my country, won't you call out Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
And from another land's war torn corners To a prison cell in my own Punish me for not taking your orders But don't lock me up for not leaving my home
Your words just a bloody fallacy A house of cards you painted white You tried to recreate Normandy But you made up the reason to fight
And now red oil is spilling down on the street And your eyes so big, for the belly is weak Will you not refuse this currency Or is blood money just money to you Or is blood money just money to you
'Cause twenty days in a concrete fallout What life have I to take your own Oh, my country, won't you call out Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
From another land's war torn corners To a prison cell in my own Punish me for not taking your orders But don't lock me up for not leaving my home
Twenty days in a concrete fallout What life have I to take your own Oh, my country, won't you call out Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones
And from another land's war torn corners To a prison cell in my own Punish me for not taking your orders But don't lock me up for not leaving my home
Camilo, Camilo Leaving my home Camilo, Camilo

Aung San Suu Kyi on house arrest
Another Bhutto assassination
Could've stopped Sarajevo we must confess
But we were planning our next invasion

Where are the leaders of the atomic age?
Is it just another working day?
Said he was coming, he was on his way
But he fell down the hole in the ocean

Ay

The levies are full
But the river runs dry
And the desert grows into the grassland
And the space that separates us grows ever wide
As the profiteer stokes the division

Something's not right, something is wrong
With the news at eleven that no one has told them
If we don't come together it won't be long
These are the wars that face the generation

Ay

It's a peculiar situation
When the leaders of the wealthy nations
Don't know all the damage they done
It's so Bohemian
Mother Hubbard cover the investigation
But all they know is their retaliation
So they appeal to the dog's thirst
But he tips his hat and he says, no

I don't need your world control
And the opinion of the inner elite
Oh don't you know
That we are aching for a part in the chance worth taking
Who's to say
That we are destined just to fall at your feet
I'm here today
And so are we, the we the people of the earth rolling round

It's a peculiar situation
When the leaders of the wealthy nations
Don't know all the damage they done
It's so Bohemian
Mother Hubbard cover the investigation
But all they know is their retaliation
So they go again to the dogs thirst
But we will not work for your

World control
And the opinion of the inner elite
Oh don't you know
That we are aching for a part in the chance worth taking
Who's to say
That we are destined just to fall at your feet
It's World Control
So that it's rendered to we, the people of the earth rolling round

Versailles. Way down. How long. Outlaw


-- And finally, this is where my screenname comes from:

There's a U.N. white and blue
Fell from half mast,
now half covering a red shoe.
Half asked if they were us,
what would we do?

Mr. Newsman, send your wire,
Let Washington conspire.
You know the company men
wait for you in their lair.

But a moment is calling, calling us all.
As your one time supporters hang from media walls,
and outside the gates, fate is closing in.
You can turn us down but you can't deny the din.

From the farmlands to the townships,
the masses are classless.
War cries rise with every hour that passes.
The trampled voice of the past are seizing us,

Go ahead and load the magazine
cause them bullets are treason.

[Chorus]
quiet!
Your leader is going to speak now,
everyone turn off their minds.
quiet!
You're listening to a raid on the state of your
Democracy in Kind.

Hey for ya
hey for ya
hey for ya
heres another
hey for ya
hey for ya
hey for ya
quiet!
Your leader is going to speak now,
everyone turn off their minds.
quiet!
You're listening to a raid on the state of your
Democracy in Kind.!

[Beearewhyain]

57. Dear God

[Behind the Aegis]

58. "Hitler's Brothers" by Paula Cole and "Pieces of You" by Jewel

Hitler's Brothers

Little boy, tries to hide,
From the fire in his backyard.
Burning cross, white cloth,
It's the second time this year.

Hitler's brothers are still alive,
They're wearing everyday disguises.

A woman runs, for asylum,
She's the only one of her kind in this neighborhood.
She knows who they were, They don't believe a word,
The cops just turn their heads to protect their friends.

Hitler's brothers are still alive,
Their army seems to grow in size,
Hitler's brothers are on the rise,
They're wearing everyday disguises.
...In camouflage or business suits.

Another man, bound and gagged,
Tied upon the railroad tracks.
At nine p.m. the B&M (Boston & Maine) Rolled across his yellow skin

Hitler's brothers are still alive,
Their army seems to grow in size,
Hitler's brothers are on the rise,
They're wearing everyday disguises.
In camouflage or business suits, Checkered aprons, combat boots,

Time to let those feelings go,
Hatred only kills your souls


Pieces of You

She's an ugly girl, does it make you want to kill her?
She's an ugly girl, do you want to kick in her face?
She's an ugly girl, she doesn't pose a threat.
She's an ugly girl, does she make you feel safe?
Ugly girl, ugly girl, do you hate her
'Cause she's pieces of you?

She's a pretty girl, does she make you think nasty thoughts?
She's a pretty girl, do you want to tie her down?
She's a pretty girl, do you call her a bitch?
She's a pretty girl, did she sleep with your whole town?
Pretty girl, pretty girl, do you hate her
'Cause she's pieces of you?

You say he's a faggot, does it make you want to hurt him?
You say he's a faggot, do you want to bash in his brain?
You say he's a faggot, does he make you sick to our stomach?
You say he's a faggot, are you afraid you're just the same?
Faggot, Faggot, do you hate him
'Cause he's pieces of you?

You say he's a Jew, does it mean that he's tight?
You say he's a Jew, do you want to hurt his kids tonight?
You say he's a Jew, he'll never wear that funny hat again.
You say he's a Jew, as though being born were a sin.
Oh Jew, oh Jew, do you hate him
'Cause he's pieces of you?

[Generic Other]

61. The song Sinéad O'Connor had to sing after tearing up the pope's photograph?

I am going for that one.

wiki:

On 3 October 1992, O'Connor appeared on Saturday Night Live as a musical guest. She sang an a cappella version of Bob Marley's "War", which she intended as a protest over the sexual abuse in the Roman Catholic Church, by changing the lyric "racism" to "child abuse."[26] She then presented a photo of Pope John Paul II to the camera while singing the word "evil", after which she tore the photo into pieces, said "Fight the real enemy", and threw the pieces towards the camera.[51]

Saturday Night Live had no foreknowledge of O'Connor's plan; during the dress rehearsal she held up a photo of a refugee child. NBC Vice President of Late Night Rick Ludwin recalled that when he saw O'Connor's action he "literally jumped out of [his] chair." SNL writer Paula Pell recalled personnel in the control booth discussing the cameras cutting away from the singer.[52] The audience was completely silent, with no booing or applause;[53] executive producer Lorne Michaels recalled that "the air went out the studio". Michaels, who ordered that the applause sign not be used, described the incident as "on a certain level, a betrayal", but also "a serious expression of belief."[52]

Bob Dylan tribute performance

Two weeks after the Saturday Night Live appearance, she was set to perform "I Believe in You" at the Bob Dylan 30th Anniversary tribute concert in Madison Square Garden.[63] She was greeted by a thundering mixture of cheers and jeers. During the booing, Kris Kristofferson told her not to "let the bastards get you down", to which she replied, "I'm not down."[64][65] The noise eventually became so loud that O'Connor saw no point in starting the scheduled song. She called for the keyboard player to stop and the microphone to be turned up, and then screamed over the audience with an improvised, shouted rendition of "War".[66] This time, she sang the song, stopping just after the part in which the lyrics talk about child abuse, emphasising the point of her previous action. She then looked straight to the audience for a second and left the stage. Kristofferson then comforted her, as she cried.[67][68]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sin%C3%A9ad_O%27Connor

[dembotoz]

63. every now and then i look the thing up on youtube

still very powerful

she has more balls than I will ever have

[1-Old-Man]

62. "Okie from Muskogee" or something like that by some Country Music shitball

The perfect anthem to bigotry and stupidity.

[Rhythm]

66. I was thinking of Mearle Haggard as well... but "Fightin' Side of Me"

The absolute anthem for the 'Love it or Leave it' crowd...

[ArnoldLayne]

64. Roger Waters-When the Tigers Broke Free.