10

10 log in or sign up to start earning Butterfly Credits today!
learn more »
earn credits for web search

community & fun

groups

get together & make a difference

Groups > Protest Songs! > Discussions > Topic: Homegrown Protest Songs
Topic: Homegrown Protest Songs

powered by Care2.com • Care2 Home • E-cards & Fun • Shopping • Healthy Living • News Network • Petitions • Click to Donate


Archie L.	Homegrown Protest Songs September 15, 2006 7:47 AM Phil Ochs I know there are a few songwriters in this group... Share your protestiest songs here in our own Homegrown Protest Songs Songbook *thanks...* [ send green star]
James C.	Willing to die September 15, 2006 11:24 AM http://www.folknroll.com/WillingToDie.wav [ send green star]
Archie L.	September 16, 2006 7:14 AM *...gracias* You can hear more of James' stuff at his website. Folk 'n' Roll Music: http://www.folknroll.com/ Please check it out! [ send green star]
Archie L.	Pages from the past... September 16, 2006 7:26 AM Riders cross, upon the plain, Fleeing from the fall. Shadows pass, before the flames, Darkness covers all. Dawn will come at last. Pages from the past Open to reveal Nothing at at all... ~ Wagons rumble o'er the land, All piled high with bones. Tracks are etched into the sand, Hearts are turned to stone. Dawn will come at last. Pages from the past Open to reveal Nothing at all... ~ Carrion birds, upon the wind, Circle, wheel and stall. Nothing moves upon the land.... They had to have it all. Dawn will come at last. Pages from the past Open to reveal Nothing at all... ~ Kings esconced on golden thrones Chapperone the ball. Lords and Ladies minuet, As flames engulf the hall. Darkness comes at last. Pages from the past Open to reveal Nothing at all. ~ *Archie Logsdon ( Am, Dsus, G...)* [ send green star]
Edwin T.	September 16, 2006 9:40 AM I like Jame's stuff and Archey, that's good one you've got there and the picture sets the mood. Here is another one of mine. One World One World there’s just one world There’s no other yet to be unfurled One place to be for eternity This is our very own home We’ve got this world and this world alone One place there’s just this one place The way some treat it is such a sad disgrace They destroy the earth that gave us our birth Thinking of nickels and dimes They ignore complete suicide One chance there’s just this one chance We’ve got to take it before the time is last Live in harmony with land earth and sea This is our very own home We’ve got this world and this world alone [ send green star]
The Real Donna F.	Here's Steve, a Care2 member from another thread September 16, 2006 9:45 AM Steve Q. Freedom Speaks a 911 Original Tribute. [Latest Version!] August 31, 2006 10:45 AM You must have high speed internet to view this audio/video properly! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebGwb67LGSY I hope that all is well with everyone! Steve [ [ send green star]
The Real Donna F.	Anyone up to doing a SHARE....... September 16, 2006 9:49 AM to look for Care2 members who are songwriters, inviting them to share their wares here on Protest Songs? [ send green star]
James C.	Another old one September 21, 2006 5:44 PM Which millionaire? Which millionaire do you want to be President next time, we vote I want the guy who doesn't want to send me to remote, countries to die I want that millionaire white guy I want that millionaire white guy Which millionaire anchorman do you watch on the nightly tv I watch the guy that tells me what I want to hear I watch that millionaire white guy Hey, I watch that millionaire white guy Which millionaire banker do you trust to fight inflation for us I trust that millionaire white guy Don't you trust that millionaire white guy? Bridge: How could you not, 'cause he's got a lot and he's funny, ah How could you not, 'cause he's got more than you've got he's got money I trust him Don't you trust that millionaire white guy (Don't you trust him?) Don't you trust that millionaire white guy Break: Which millionaire's newspaper do you read to find out the answer to life Will you find it in the New York Times or the Wall Street Journal, yeah Don't you trust that millionaire white guy? you've got to love that millionaire white guy Copyright J. Clemetson 2005 [ send green star]
James C.	Millionaire September 21, 2006 6:03 PM http://www.folknroll.com/millionaire.wav [ send green star]
James C.	And a Tribute to Capitalism September 21, 2006 7:09 PM from someone who has more than enough to buy a Big Mac.... More than I need Yes, I confess, It's a flaw I'm always tempted by greed I've got less than I want but I've got more than I need (Chorus Let's not go running into the night let's not go stand out in the rain It will get better when it gets light I do believe that we will change I'll come to rest where I fall I'll find the words for the deeds It's for the best after all I've got more than I need (Chorus Bridge: Let's turn the lights out Don't think the night is like the day I've come to like doubt And it's all right when it's not ok Break: Hey, I've got more than I need More than I need More than I need, yay I've got less than I want but I've got more than I need I've got more than I need But I'm not giving anything away today ooh la la I've got more than I need Maybe tomorrow, I'll give it away but I'm keeping what's mine today [ send green star]
James C.	More than I need September 21, 2006 7:10 PM http://www.folknroll.com/MoreThanIneed.wav [ send green star]
Kathy C.	The First Ever Rap Song and Music Video About a Proposition! October 07, 2006 1:23 PM The California Nurses Association Presents: "About Time for 89" - The First Ever Rap Song and Music Video About a Proposition! Written and Performed By: Colette Washington. Available now at www.YesOn89.org . http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YDhk5J6FGpE [ send green star]
David D.	4:20 Report October 07, 2006 1:36 PM There are a couple tracks in my latest CD that might fit that category..Here's what one writer said anyhow.. Their second collaboration, "4:20 Report" has the band in fine form and Daniels' even more ambitious in his anthemic tales like "Greenwich Village-San Francisco" and wailing cry in our time of greed and war, "Jah Forgive." He remembers one of his personal heroes, Minnesota senator and the first "peace candidate" of 1968, Eugene McCarthy in "Ode to a Statesman Poet." http://tcdailyplanet.info/node/2534 Here's where you can hear samples and judge for yourselves http://cdbaby.com/cd/ddwttrc [ send green star]
Kathy C.	Thank you, David October 07, 2006 8:32 PM I really like your work. Unique while honoring tradition. GREAT! [ send green star]
Cran H.	G'day Archie ... and thanks for asking ... October 29, 2006 7:11 PM Archie sent me an NM with a link to this discussion ... I believe there was an implied invitation to join in ... So, I've dug around and managed to find a few of my protest songs that I haven't posted elsewhere on Care2 yet ... I wrote the Pipes of Old Glory in 1986, long before the first Iraq war ... but even then, the Australian government was keen to put up its hand to help fight any battle the US government wanted ... keep in mind that 1986 was the International Year of Peace ... The Pipes of Old Glory by Cran Herlihy (3/4 time) Take a feather from the wings of my shadow Take a flower if you want to be free Take your time and take all the money But don’t take guns to sea But the marching bands play Waltzing Matilda And proud young men would answer the call And they march through the streets to the Pipes of Old Glory They march away to war I recall the stories my father Told me when I was only a child How the legends had made them all heroes How those heroes had died When the charges were run and the battles were over And they cleaned their guns and bandaged their sores And counted their fallen while the Pipes of Old Glory Sang the ballads of war And the marching bands play Waltzing Matilda And jets fly over in deafening roar And the soldiers all dance to the Pipes of Old Glory And follow them into war Now my father is gone but I still hear the stories As soldiers still gather on Anzac Day Gather to march to the Pipes of Old Glory Until they fade away And still we remember the price of our freedom The blind and crippled, the lame and the burned The young men who followed the Pipes of Old Glory The young men who never returned And still the band plays Waltzing Matilda And still the cannons are sounding the call And still they march to the Pipes of Old Glory Still they march to war [ send green star]
Cran H.	even older ... when MAD October 29, 2006 7:29 PM seemed a real threat ... Despite the Reagan/Gorbachev peace and disarmament summits, International Youth Year (1985) was clouded by the renewed threat of MAD (mutually assured destruction) ... because other countries, less willing to disarm were still rattling sabres ... China in particular was in the process of cracking down on dissidents at home and abroad ... the same process that culminated in the 1989 massacre at Tianenmen Square ... The Ballad of The Last War by Cran Herlihy (from memory this one has a strong 2/4 beat) Come gather round me children and I'll sing you all a song About the time your parents had Let the world go wrong When some had suffered from the heat And some had felt the cold And humankind had lost its mind For the price of gold Twas early in the year and it Was early in the day The leaders of the east and west Had called the world to say Come gather round me soldier boys Come gather round today And bring your guns me fighting sons To blow the foe away So all the soldiers in the land Got up and marched away They left their homes and families To worry and to pray To fight upon the battlefield The soldiers had been hurled They fought because they knew it was The war to end the world And while they all were fighting there The leaders turned to go Hiding in their bunkers there Many miles below And when the time was right for them The missiles they let fly And all around we heard the sound That filled the morning sky In China and in Washington The people heard the sound They couldn't find their leaders cos They were underground Then all around the world there was A God Almighty roar And they descended to the end Of the last World War And in the final minutes when We saw that awful sight Of millions screaming to the end In death's unholy light A burning wind of demon's breath The touch of it did kill And when the day had passed away Everything was still The leaders from their bunkers came Like gods on Judgement Day To see the countries they'd destroyed The world they'd blown away On mushroom clouds and balls of flame They tolled the final bell And cast the land of God's own hand Into a living hell So now you know my children why The trees have turned to dust And now you see why our machines Have all been left to rust This world that we have left for you Will be forever burned So please don't make the same mistake I hope by now we've learned I hope by now we've learned [ send green star]
Archie L.	October 30, 2006 7:59 AM ...gracias, amigo *I hope by now we've learned...* Great work! [ send green star]
Cran H.	thanks Archie ... November 05, 2006 11:33 AM of course, when it comes to "protestiest" songs, I suppose the blunter the message ... ??? (I have posted this elsewhere, in case it looks familiar ...) CD cover design by Cran Herlihy and Megan Brennan ... scanning error by Cran DON'T GO TO WAR! by Cran Herlihy Page one, history Trendsetters of the modern world Face one mystery for years Bearing the mark of Cain My brother's lying dead in fields Of burning grain and tears In time destiny Reveals to all the final scene And it says to me goodbye To my family Those parting words I've heard before And then I can see they cry Don't go to war! And through each dawning age Bigger, better, brighter and brand new How the battles rage for years And in a modern way Big Brother watches from the stars Over night and day, it fears Near, Far or Middle East And there's the shadow that he's found Of the Painted Beast who lies On the shattered bed The mother shaken from her nightmare screams All her children dead, she cries Don’t go to war! In days of future passed There's the shadow of a cloud For each question asked Has found an answer unallowed In one unity For better or for the worse We place our legacy Tomorrow's child bears the curse Don’t go to war! Don’t go to war! (Don’t go crying for war) Don’t go to war! (Don’t go dying for war) Don’t go to war! (Don’t send your guns into war) Don’t go to war! (Don’t send your sons into war) Don’t go to war! Page one, history Trendsetters of the modern world Face one mystery for years Bearing the mark of Cain My brother's lying dead in fields Of burning grain and tears Don’t go to war! WINTA!* *War Is Not The Answer! [ send green star]
James C.	A different kind of protest song November 14, 2006 10:32 PM A song for those who have no voice. It's called 'Mother's milk'. [ send green star]
anonymous	November 14, 2006 11:58 PM Cran and James, Thank you both for sharing your talent. [report anonymous abuse]
William A.	November 15, 2006 10:08 AM Here's a song for all eternity unforunately, written in 1962. *Pride Of Man* by Hamilton Camp (Em) Turn around (A) go back down go (C) back the way you (D) came (Em) Can't you see the (A) flash of fire (C) ten times brighter (Em) than the day And behold the (A) mighty city (C) broken in the (D) dust again (Em) Oh God the (A) pride of man (C) broken in the (D) dust a(Em)gain Turn around go back down go back the way you came Babylon is laid to waste Egypt's buried in her shame Their mighty men are beaten down the kings are fallen in the ways Oh God the pride of man broken in the dust again Turn around go back down go back the way you came Terror is on everyside though the leaders are dismayed Those who put their faith in fire in fire their faith shall be repaid Oh God the pride of man broken in the dust again Turn around go back down go back the way you came Shout a warning to the nations that the sword of god is raised On Babylon that mighty city rich in treasure wide in fame It shall cause thy towers to fall and make it be a pyre of flame Oh God the pride of man broken in the dust again Thou that dwell on many water rich in treasure wide in fame Bow unto a god of gold thy pride of might shall be thy shame Oh God the pride of man broken in the dust again And only God can lead the people back into the faith again Thy holy mountain be restored thy mercy on thy people hoard Cool Beans eh!!!!! Homegrown SF beat music. Peace, Love, Hippie Stuff, Wayward Bill [ send green star]
Archie L.	November 17, 2006 10:14 PM Betrayed Leaving California, I gave it all away, and crossed the Great Desert, just to be betrayed. I saw the wreck on the highway but I didn't stop to pray. I crossed the Great Desert, just to be betrayed. Now, I won't say a word against anyone. We look within and ask ourselves what has to be done. When that star rose out of the darkness, just before the break of day, I crossed the Great Desert just to be betrayed. ~ I camped upon a ridge above that City On The Plain, when I crossed the Great Desert just to be betrayed. I stood alone and watched the lights refracting through the rain when I crossed the Great Desert just to be betrayed. All men are brothers, underneath the skin. Why must we spend our lives trying to do each other in? I used to live among them, but I could not stay, and I crossed the Great Desert just to be betrayed. ~ When The Saints came down to the valley they got down on their knees. They crossed the Great Desert just to be betrayed. In a land of milk and honey, that could meet their every need, they crossed the Great Desert just to be betrayed. Now fistfulls of dollars stain every hand. Divide and conquer is the rule of the land. There's a wreck on the highway; won't somebody pray? We have crossed the Great Desert just to be betrayed. Lost Hills I wrote this song during the 2000 elections. I was moving to Las Vegas and camping out in the desert listening to the debates on my radio, and then I arrived in Vegas in the middle of the Florida re-counts.... I put it up on youtube. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPwnkmM_QRI [ send green star]
The Real Donna F.	Excellent! November 17, 2006 10:16 PM I love it Archie! [ send green star]
anonymous	November 17, 2006 10:24 PM That election wounded us. Music heals... [report anonymous abuse]
James C.	The Basic Question November 17, 2006 10:48 PM No matter who you are no matter how many songs you've written, are you willing to listen to others? will you click their sites? or do you only wait for them to click yours? [ send green star]
John H.	protest song November 19, 2006 2:25 PM Find my protest song here: www.neilyoung.com Called "Bring em on" John Hughes Hope ya'll like it, John [ send green star]
anonymous	November 19, 2006 2:35 PM John, Cool song. Congrats on the ranking too! [report anonymous abuse]
Andreas G.	Parental warning, explicit language.... :p January 03, 2007 5:39 AM The mockracies 1 Tell me what's on your account, and I'll tell you what you're worth! Are your ambitions heaven-bound or are you rather down to Earth? Can you be rude and rough? Are you ruthless? Yeah, you're tough! Are you honest? Not enough? Well, that's the way, a-ha, a-ha, I like it! 2 When you're up, then you're up. Once you're down, you're off the menu. Welcome to the Diner's club, or welcome to the losers' venue! Homeless, hopeless, jobless, down, disillusioned, honest clown, born into the wrong side of town: What the hell? Well, that's your hell! Welcome to the mockracies! Our morals, our peace are mounted upon stocks and bonds rather than some charity funds: no Liberty Bell for vagabonds! 3 Wrong color, not light enough! Wrong party, not right enough! Wrong IQ, not bright enough! A pacifist? You don't fight enough! Are you Christian? Are you rich? Will you be my obedient bitch? Are you some Tibetan witch? Oh, you are? Come on, get lost! Welcome to the mockracies! Our morals, our peace are mounted upon faith and race, or upon a pretty face: Liberty Bell chimes in OUR pace! 4 "Four feet goood, two feet baad!" parroted Orwellian sheep. "Our God goood, Your God baad!" – it's from men, but just as deep and thoughtful as the beastly mooing! Leaders, for their voters wooing, crow it out, and no one's booing these loony clowns off the stage! 5 Peace is good, war is bad: so, let's bomb these folks to pieces! Blast to hell this diaperhead, let him rot in his own feces, pieces. Feces? Holy %#&!*%! We bring freedom, bit by bit, not as self-assembling kit, but as puzzle with a million parts! Welcome to the mockracies! Our morals, our peace are mounted upon missile shells, with seekers programmed for oil wells: "Boom" chime our Liberty Bells! Welcome to the mockracies! Our morals, our peace are mounted upon missile shells, with seekers programmed for oil wells: "Boom" chime our Liberty Bells! [ send green star]
Cran H.	January 03, 2007 8:51 AM Quote: James [The Basic Question November 17, 2006 10:48 PM No matter who you are no matter how many songs you've written, are you willing to listen to others? will you click their sites? or do you only wait for them to click yours?] I can't answer for the others, James ... but as I've explained in various discussions and on my profile: dial-up internet connections in rural Australia make video and sound links absolutely useless ... it plays for about one to two seconds ... and then stops to buffer the next bit ... and many of the sites that I tried before giving it up altogether will not let me download the complete file to my hard drive ... So I am restricted to reading the lyrics ... and I usually need to do that a number of times before I can understand it; I have a severe dysgraphia ... makes me a slow learner ... I do know that for those to whom music is important, nothing will keep them from listening with interest ... especially if it is a new sound or well produced ("tight") ... they might not tell you about it but ... before I moved to the country (long story ... you don't want to know ...), I was part of a community radio station with my own program promoting new local talent ... with that, plus the task of reviewing the sampler CD's sent in from various places, I spent a lot more time listening to other people's songs than I ever put into my own ... and I found some real gems ... all of whom have gone on to become known and gain followings around Oz ... this is a big community online ... just put it out there, James ... people will find it and listen ... and you will eventually get the feedback ... do it for the love of it (the songwriting, the performing, whatever) ... the rest will follow ... sorry for going off-topic there ... [ send green star]
Archie L.	Gracias! January 09, 2007 8:40 AM What a great thread this has become... Thanks to everyone for posting your stuff here, and keep it coming! And take a tip from Cran and try to post your lyrics for those with dial-up connections... /out, my friends. [ send green star]
Andreas G.	January 12, 2007 5:18 AM Will the times ever be changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam Come tell us your stories Come tell us your moans That are already made For all stories are known. The waters we'll wade You been wadin' Knee-deep in the mud Of our days yet to come - Oh, will the times ever be changin'? Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen The same stories of old On and over again! For the wheel spins around From the end to begin Till a new past is found - It's frustratin'! We'll make the same mistakes And commit the same sin - Oh, will the times ever be changin'? Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call: Don't walk the same doorway Don't crowd the same hall You'll storm through that door And you'll fall the same fall That your stuntmen before Have been stagin' To break all the windows That peered through the wall - Oh, will the times ever be changin'? Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And criticize all Which you can't understand! For freedom and peace Is right at your command. Your will is the grease That is makin' The old tracks of time Switch to new in the end - Oh, thus the times could be a-changin'! The line it is drawn The curse it is cast Who hesitates now Will never be fast! For the present is here And once it was past So grab the chance ere It is fadin' If you don't do it now, then surely at last the times will never be changin'! Lyrics by Andreas G, adapted from "The times they are a-changin" by Bob Dylan [ send green star]
Kathy C.	Great! January 13, 2007 8:39 AM Thank you Andreas! Your timing is perfect! [ send green star]
Dean I.	Caroling at our represenatives offices January 22, 2007 1:54 AM We Wish You a Merry Christmas—McGovern Resolution version We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas, We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year! Our troops deserve a merry Christmas, Our troops deserve a merry Christmas, Our troops deserve a merry Christmas, so bring them back here! Yes, stopping this war is something Congress can do: Just cut off all the funding or the death toll’s on you! We won’t stop until they’re back home We won’t stop until they’re back home We won’t stop until they’re back home so bring them back here! (solo We bring you a special care-pack to help you get your self-respect back and bring all our girls and boys back to the U.S.A. now! Yes, stopping this war is something Congress can do: The McGovern Resolution will exonerate you! Our troops deserve a merry Christmas, Our troops deserve a merry Christmas, Our troops deserve a merry Christmas, so BRING THEM HOME NOW!!! [ send green star]
Dean I.	Caroling at our representatives offices January 22, 2007 2:14 AM Why the Hell Are We Here? (to the tune of Do You Hear What I Hear?) Said the grunt to his sergeant in Iraq: Why the hell are we here? (Why the hell are we here?) Tryin’ to not get shot in the back, Why the hell are we here? (Why the hell are we here?) A wife and child wait for me back home, spending Christmas-time all alone, spending Christmas-time all alone. Said the sarge to the Captain in command: Why the hell are we here? (Why the hell are we here?) Ev’ry day it seems I lose a man. Why the hell are we here? (Why the hell are we here?) A roadside bomb planted in the night filling ev’ry moment with fright; There’s no way to win such a fight. Said the Captain to the Joint Chiefs of Staff: Why the hell are we here? (Why the hell are we here?) In this civil war in Iraq? Why the hell are we here? (Why the hell are we here?) Each bomb we drop only makes things worse; and our choosing sides is perverse in this Sunni/Shia universe. Said the troops to the Congressman back home Time to bring us back now! (Time to bring us back now!) Congressman all comfy back home, Time to bring us back now! (Time to bring us back now!) This war, this war, has gone on far too long, Can you hear the words of our song— Getting out will make us— more strong!!! [ send green star]
Lawrence J.	Bring Them Home March 21, 2007 8:34 AM Bring Them Home Sunday, 9:38 AM Many of you may not know the Burns Sisters Band out of Ithaca, New York. Their latest CD, Wild Bouquet, features "Bring Them Home," by Marie Burns. The lyrics follow, and the song can be heard at http://www.myspace.com/burnssisters or http://www.burnssisters.com. Bring Them Home has been nominated for Song of the Year by Folk Alliance Awards Bring Them Home Written and Produced by Marie Burns Support our troops bring them home all together not alone on a secret flight draped with a flag a pair of boots and a name tag it's all the family gets that sad night in Dover telegram regrets to say lost another soldier My mother knew a different war recalled the night and the knock on her door how her sister cried, her husband died left the baby by her side The man in uniform looked down when he told her and after nearly 50 years cried for her soldier Bring them home Bring them home Bring our soldiers home Bring them Home Bring them home Bring our Soldiers home Fathers and Mothers sisters and brothers bring our soldiers home Fathers and mothers Sisters and brothers Bring our soldiers home Way down south in New Orleans a hurricane hit the river queen it was living hell when the levees fell how many died they'll never tell Mississippi tears wash away all this sorrow it's time to bring our soldiers home to build a safe tomorrow Bring them home Bring them home Bring our soldiers home Bring them Home Bring them home Bring our Soldiers home Fathers and Mothers sisters and brothers bring our soldiers home Fathers and mothers Sisters and brothers Bring our soldiers home [ send green star]
Charlie G.	March 21, 2007 5:41 PM Here's a real oldie of mine written back in 1968 when I was a wee lad. I offer it only because of its creepy relevance today. Wave Your Flags On High Uncle Sam is digging in my pockets He's got to keep my breadline dead. He wants to build a hundred more rockets. He's gotta keep the nation ahead. Who cares if people starve in our country? It's not for us to question why. Who cares if he takes away our money, And spends it sending us to die? -Chorus So wave your flags on high and sing a patriotic song. Our country do or die, our country right or wrong. Sixty million people run in circles all squeezed together in the streets. Their houses are more crowded than anthills with garbage so the rats can eat. But Sammy is to busy to bother, small things like that will have to wait. We've got to check out bombs in the water. We've got to lead the weapons race. -Repeat chorus So we killed some women and children, the Cong did it too and no one sqwuacked. We did it so they'd have their own freedom and communist aggression we must stop. So stick on decals with the stars and stripes to show you're proud of what we have done. Sing the national anthem with your wife. Prove that being suckers can be fun. -Repeat chorus [ send green star]
Archie L.	Here's my new one... May 21, 2007 7:01 PM Where Do We Go From Here Many nights I sat listening To the static on my radio. More lies, more fear, more deception Falling all around me like snow... You could see from the start where it was goin' Cause we've seen it all before. And they always find more reasons To send your children off to war. ........... Now where do we go from here, My Brothers, Where do we go fro here? We've got to find a way out of this darkness! Where do we go from here? ~ Now some of us spoke out from the beginning; Others are beginning to see the light. But our leaders can't seem to hear us, And all they want to do is fight. ~ We tried talking, But maybe we didn't talk loud enough. We tried voting, But the vote was just a bluff. We tried marching, But maybe we just didn't march far enough. We tried believing, But believing is just so tough.... ~ Now where do we go from here, My sisters, Where do we go from here? We've got to find a way out of this darkness! Where do we go from here? ~ But we are the ones who decide. And we are the ones who choose! It's our sons and daughters who die, And we are the ones who loose... ~ So let's keep talking To everyone we know. Let's keep voting, And make them count our votes! Let's keep marching Through the wind the rain and snow... Let's keep believing Until our belief begins to grow. ~ Now I know when I get up in the morning Just what my radio will say: More bombs, more death, more destruction. More mothers crying half a world away. But we have the power to stop this: Stop the lies, the hate, the fear. War is over if you want it, people, But where do we go from here? ~ Where do we go from here, My friends, Where do we go from here? We've got to find a way out of this darkness! Where do we go from here? ~ Where do we go from here? [ send green star]
Sanat O.	Is that a Whale Talkin'- (Stop the Slaughter) June 10, 2007 6:33 AM Is that a Whale Talkin'- (Stop the Sl... 6:31 AM Stop the Slaughter of Whales by a Callous and Cruel Japanese Government. Listen to Is that a Whale Talkin" Stop The Slaughter http://www.soundclick.com/bands/songInfo.cfm?bandID=652151&songID=5436429 Funky Pop Song for Whale Conservation SANAT and JAYA (Conservation Warrior Musicians) http://www.conservationmusic.com [ send green star]