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"The Red Telephone"

Sitting on a hillside
Watching all the people die
I'll feel much better on the other side
I'll thumb a ride

I believe in magic
Why, because it is so quick
I don't need power when I'm hypnotized
Look in my eyes
What are you seeing (I see...)
How do you feel?
(...you)
I feel real phony when my name is phil
Or was that bill?

Life goes on here
Day after day
I don't know if I am living or if i'm
Supposed to be
Sometimes my life is so eerie
And if you think I'm happy
Paint me (white)(yellow)

I've been here once
I've been here twice
I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the -
The fifth's to fix
Sometimes I deal with numbers
And if you wanna count me
Count me out

I don't need the time of day
Anytime with me's ok
I just don't want you using up my time
'cause that's not right

They're locking them up today
They're throwing away the key
I wonder who it'll be tomorrow, you or me?
We're all normal and we want our freedom
Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom
Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom
All of god's children gotta have their freedom
Yeah freedom freedom
I want my freedom
I want my freedom
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Arthur Lee
Chaud à analyser tout de même.

Et du Rage Against the Machine t'es preneur ?



Oui oui ! Je n'aime pas du tout, mais tant que ça colle, c'est bon pour moi. J'ai peut-être oublié de préciser : toutes périodes.
OK donc j'ai bien fait de mettre les paroles de freedom.

t'as mis du Leonard Cohen ?

Ben... Street Fighting Man et London Calling of course!!

Johnny Wright - Hello Vietnam
Une chanson anti-protest song (donc c'est du protest song, right ?) et résolument anti communiste :


Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone
Goodbye my sweetheart, Hello Vietnam.

America has heard the bugle call
And you know it involves us one and all
I don't suppose that war will ever end
There's fighting that will break us up again
Goodbye my darling, Hello Vietnam
A hill to take a battle to be won

Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone
Goodbye my sweetheart, Hello Vietnam.

A ship is waiting for us at the dock
America has trouble to be stopped
We must stop communism in that land
Or freedom will start slipping through our hands
Goodbye my darling...

I hope and pray someday the world will learn
That fires we don't put out will bigger burn
We must save freedom now at any cost
Or someday our own freedom will be lost

Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone
Goodbye my sweetheart, Hello Vietnam.


'MMMERICA FUCK YEAH.


No problemo. Bien traité, je ne vois pas pourquoi on ne passerait pas de la protest réac. Ça existe.

Un petit texte sur Dieu

"My God"

People, what have you done?
Locked Him in His golden cage, golden cage.
Made Him bend to your religion -
Him resurrected from the grave, from the grave.

He is the god of nothing
If that's all you can see.
You are the god of everything
He's inside you and me.

So lean upon Him gently
And don't call on Him to save
You from your social graces
And the sins you used waive, you used to waive.

The bloody Church of England
In chains of history
Requests you're earthly presence
At the vicarage for tea.

And the graven image you know who
With His plastic crucifix
He's got him fixed
Confuses me as to who and where and why
As to how he gets his kicks, he gets his kicks.

Confessing to the endless sin
The endless whining sounds.
You'll be praying till next Thursday
To all the gods that you can count.

Ian Anderson

Oppression
you pray on us when we sleep
oppression
you chase after the tired the poor the weak
oppression
you know you mean only harm
oppression
you reach out with your long arm

but oppression
I won't let you near me
oppression
you shall learn to fear me

oppression
you seek population control
oppression
to divide and to conquer is your goal
oppression
I swear that hatred is your home
oppression
you just won't leave bad enough alone

but oppression
I won't let you near me
oppression
you shall learn to fear me

oppression
I don't see how you sleep
oppression
for your bleeding conscience I weep
oppression
you may have the dollar on your side
but oppression
from the gospel truth you cannot hide
and
oppression
I won't let you near me
oppression
you shall learn to fear me
oppression
I won't let you near me
oppression
you shall fear me


Oppression Ben Harper

"War Pigs"

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerers of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'til their judgement day comes
Yeah!

Now in darkness world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pig's crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Oh lord yeah!

Black Sabbath

"Give Ireland Back to the Irish"

Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don't make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today

Great Britian you are tremendous
And nobody knows like me
But really what are you doin'
In the land across the sea

Tell me how would you like it
If on your way to work
You were stopped by irish soliders
Would you lie down do nothing
Would you give in, or go berserk

Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don't make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today

Great Britian and all the people
Say that all people must be free
Meanwhile back in ireland
There's a man who looks like me

And he dreams of god and country
And he's feeling really bad
And he's sitting in a prison
Should he lie down do nothing
Should give in or go mad

Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don't make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today

Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don't make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today.

Paul McCartney

Les adeptes du la secte du W auront sûrement reconnus :
Syl Johnson - It Is Because I'm Black



The dark brown shades of my skin only add color to my tears.
That splash against my hollow bones, that rocks my soul.
Looking back over my false dreams that I once knew.
Wondering why my dreams never came true.

[Chorus:]
Is it because I'm black?
Somebody tell me what can I do..
Something is holding me back, is it because I'm black?
[repeat]

In this world of no pity I was raised in the ghetto of the city
Momma she worked so hard to earn every penny..Oh lord

Something is holding me back
Cause..Is it because I'm black
[repeat]

Like a child steeling his first piece of candy.
That cost..Even in my corner somewhere I got lost
Something is holding me back..I wonder..Is it because I'm black?
Somebody tell me what I can do.

[Bridge:]
Will I survive or will I die.
Keep on holding me back
Keep on holding on
Keep on picking on me
Keep on holding me back
Keep on holding on, keep on holding me back
Keep on holding be back, I wonder why you do me like that
But you keep on putting your foot on me
But I've got a break a way, some how, some day,
Cause I wanna be somebody so bad,
So so bad, I wanna be somebody.
I wanna be somebody so bad.
But something is holding me back
Is it because I'm black?
Is because I'm black...is because I'm black
Something is holding me back,
I want diamond rings and things

"Fortunate son"

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,

John Fogerty

" 2+2=? "

Yes it's true I am a young man
but I'm old enough to kill
I don't wanna kill nobody
but I must if you so will
And if I raise my hand in question
you just say that I'm a fool
Cause I got the gall to ask you
Can you maybe change the rules
can you stand and call me upstart
Ask what answer can I find, I ain't sayin' I'm a genius
2+2 is on my mind

Well I knew a guy in high school
just an average friendly guy
And he had himself a girlfriend
and you made them say goodbye
Now he's buried in the mud
over foreign jungle land
And his girl just sits and cries
she just doesn't understand
So you say he died for freedom
well if he died to save your lies
Go ahead and call me yellow
2+2 is on my mind

All I know is that I'm young and your rules they are old
If I've got to kill to live
then there's something left untold
I'm no statesman I'm no general
I'm no kid I'll never be
It's the rules not the soldier
that I find the real enemy

I'm no prophet I'm no rebel
I'm just asking you why
I just want a simple answer
why it is I 've got to die
I'm a simple minded guy
2+2 is on my mind

Bob Seger

Sur le racisme, tu as Society's Child de Janis Ian :

Come to my door, baby,
Face is clean and shining black as night.
My mother went to answer you know
That you looked so fine.
Now I could understand your tears and your shame,
She called you "boy" instead of your name.
When she wouldn't let you inside,
When she turned and said
"But honey, he's not our kind."
She says
I can't see you any more, baby,
Can't see you anymore.
Walk me down to school, baby,
Everybody's acting deaf and dumb.
Until they turn and say, "Why don't you stick to your own kind."
My teachers all laugh, the smirking stares,
Cutting deep down in our affairs.
Preachers of equality,
Think they believe it, then why won't they just let us be?
They say I can't see you anymore baby,
Can't see you anymore.
One of these days I'm gonna stop my listening
Gonna raise my head up high.
One of these days I'm gonna raise up my glistening wings and fly.
But that day will have to wait for a while.
Baby I'm only society's child.
When we're older things may change,
But for now this is the way, they must remain.
I say I can't see you anymore baby,
Can't see you anymore.
No, I don't want to see you anymore, baby.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Society%27s_Child
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yW_rYLoIR08

Sinon j'ai aussi pensé à California Über Alles des Dead Kennedys :

I am Governor Jerry Brown
My aura smiles
And never frowns
Soon I will be president...

Carter Power will soon go away
I will be Fuhrer one day
I will command all of you
Your kids will meditate in school
Your kids will meditate in school!

[Chorus:]
California Uber Alles
California Uber Alles
Uber Alles California
Uber Alles California

Zen fascists will control you
100% natural
You will jog for the master race
And always wear the happy face

Close your eyes, can't happen here
Big Bro' on white horse is near
The hippies won't come back you say
Mellow out or you will pay
Mellow out or you will pay!

[Chorus]

Now it is 1984
Knock-knock at your front door
It's the suede/denim secret police
They have come for your uncool niece

Come quietly to the camp
You'd look nice as a drawstring lamp
Don't you worry, it's only a shower
For your clothes here's a pretty flower.

DIE on organic poison gas
Serpent's egg's already hatched
You will croak, you little clown
When you mess with President Brown
When you mess with President Brown

[Chorus]

Tiens personne n'a cité Redemption Song de Bob Marley ... voilà, c'est fait

Bruce Springsteen en a surement fait plus d'une. 'Born in the usa' déjà. Après je connais pas assez pour en citer d'autre..