Human Rights Music Bibliography by Artist- Folk

Artist

Eric Bogle

Joyce Brookshire

Joan Baez

Birmingham Sunday

Oh Freedom

Artist: Joan Baez

Song: Birmingham Sunday

Album: 5

Producer: Maynard Solomon

Year: 1964

Label: Vanguard

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.amazon.com/Birmingham-Sunday/dp/B000TR1H06

Lyrics: http://www.lyricsdepot.com/joan-baez/birmingham-sunday.html

Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song.

I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.

On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine,

And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun,

And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one.

At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.

And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,

The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew,

And Denise McNair brought the number to two.

The falcon of death was a creature they knew,

And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,

The church it was crowded, but no one could see

That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three.

Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me.

And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

Young Carol Robertson entered the door

And the number her killers had given was four.

She asked for a blessing but asked for no more,

And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground.

And people all over the earth turned around.

For no one recalled a more cowardly sound.

And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.

The men in the forest they once asked of me,

How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea.

And I asked them right back with a tear in my eye.

How many dark ships in the forest?

The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.

And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.

I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.

And the choirs keep singing of Freedom.

Artist: Joan Baez

Song: Oh Freedom

Album: Recently

Producer: Alan Abrahams

Year: 1987

Label: Gold Castle

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcNN5SEb-Kg

Lyrics: http://www.lyricsdownload.com/unknown-oh-freedom-lyrics.html

Oh, freedom, Oh, freedom,

Oh freedom over me.

And before I'd be a slave

I'd be buried in my grave

And go home to my Lord and be free.

No more moanin' etc.

No more weepin' etc.

No more shootin' etc.

There'll be singing etc.

Eric Bogle

Waltzing Matilda

Artist: Eric Bogle

Song: Waltzing Matilda

Album: And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Producer: n/a

Year: 1976

Label: n/a

Genre: Folk

URL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlYynHmE8b0

Lyrics: http://www.triskelle.eu/lyrics/bandplayedwaltzing.php?index=080.010.020.020

When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said: Son,
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And amid all the tears, flag waving and cheers
We sailed off for Gallipoli

It well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell they call Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets, and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat, we were all blown to hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia

And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury our slain
Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again

Oh those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dying

Oh no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind and the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity

And the Band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away

Now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, how proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men all tired, stiff and worn
Those weary old heroes of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question

And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year, their numbers get fewer
Someday, no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billabong
So who'll come a-Waltzing Matilda with me?

Joyce Brookshire

Hunger Song

Artist: Joyce Brookshire

Song: Hunger Song

Album: Whatever Became of Me?

Producer: DeDe Vogt, Elise Witt

Year: 2000

Label: CD Baby

Genre: Folk

URL: http://cdbaby.com/cd/joycebrookshire1

Lyrics: http://www.mysongbook.de/msb/songs/h/hunger.html

Who's gonna feed the hungry
Who's gonna feed the poor
Who's gonna stand and help me fight
That lean wolf that's howling at my door

When I wake up in the morning
To face another day
Hunger's hanging over my head
There's a weakness in my stomach,. Lord
It's always been that way
Hunger's hanging over my head

When the kids come in from playing
There's nothing there to eat
Hunger's hanging over my head
It makes me feel so helpless
From my head down to my feet
Hunger's hanging over my head

And when the day is over
And it's time to go to bed
Hunger's hanging over my head
My prayers are for tomorrow, Lord
To see my family fed
Hunger's hanging over my head

Harry Chapin

Cat’s in the Cradle

Artist: Harry Chapin

Song: Cat’s in the Cradle

Album: Verities & Balderdash

Producer: n/a

Year: 1974

Label: Elektra Records

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jLzMw5hKoVk

Lyrics: http://www.lyricsdepot.com/harry-chapin/cats-in-the-cradle.html

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Thomas Osborne Davis

A Nation Once Again

Artist: Thomas Osborne Davis

Song: A Nation Once Again

Album: N/A

Producer: N/A

Year: 1840’s

Label: N/A

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dU8mGjrjJk&feature=related

Lyrics: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Nation_Once_Again

When boyhood's fire was in my blood

I read of ancient freemen,

For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,

Three hundred men and three men;

And then I prayed I yet might see

Our fetters rent in twain,

And Ireland, long a province, be.

A Nation once again!

Chorus:

A Nation once again, A Nation once again, And Ireland, long a province, be A Nation once again!

And from that time, through wildest woe,

That hope has shone a far light,

Nor could love's brightest summer glow

Outshine that solemn starlight;

It seemed to watch above my head

In forum, field and fane,

Its angel voice sang round my bed,

A Nation once again!

(Chorus)

It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark

And service high and holy,

Would be profaned by feelings dark

And passions vain or lowly;

For, Freedom comes from God's right hand,

And needs a Godly train;

And righteous men must make our land

A Nation once again!

(Chorus)

So, as I grew from boy to man,

I bent me to that bidding

My spirit of each selfish plan

And cruel passion ridding;

For, thus I hoped some day to aid,

Oh, can such hope be vain?

When my dear country shall be made

A Nation once again!

(Chorus)

Bob Dylan

A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall

Blowin’ In the Wind

Don’t’ Think Twice It’s All Right

Down the Highway

I Shall Be Free

Masters of War

Subterranean Homesick Blues

The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

Talkin’ World War III Blues

With God on Our Side

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall

Album: Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Producer: John Hammond

Year: 1963

Label: Columbia

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKmxEJLcsIQ

Lyrics: http://bobdylan.com/songs/hardrain.html

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: Blowin’ In the Wind

Album: Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Producer: John Hammond and Tom Wilson

Year: 1963

Label: Columbia

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ced8o50G9kg

Lyrics: http://www.metrolyrics.com/blowin-in-the-wind-lyrics-bob-dylan.html

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 cannon balls 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,

[Blowin' in The Wind lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

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.

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: Don’t Think Twice It’s All Right

Album: Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Producer: John Hammond

Year: 1963

Label: Columbia

Genre: Folk

URL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSGy5Fo049g

Lyrics: http://bobdylan.com/songs/dontthink.html

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: Down the Highway

Album: Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Producer: John Hammond

Year: 1963

Label: Columbia

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.amazon.com/Freewheelin-Bob-Dylan/dp/B0000024RQ

Lyrics: http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/downhighway.html

Well, I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand.
Yes, I'm walkin' down the highway
With my suitcase in my hand.
Lord, I really miss my baby,
She's in some far-off land.

Well, your streets are gettin' empty,
Lord, your highway's gettin' filled.
And your streets are gettin' empty
And your highway's gettin' filled.
Well, the way I love that woman,
I swear it's bound to get me killed.

Well, I been gamblin' so long,
Lord, I ain't got much more to lose.
Yes, I been gamblin' so long,
Lord, I ain't got much more to lose.
Right now I'm havin' trouble,
Please don't take away my highway shoes.

Well, I'm bound to get lucky, baby,
Or I'm bound to die tryin'.
Yes, I'm a-bound to get lucky, baby,
Lord, Lord I'm a-bound to die tryin'.
Well, meet me in the middle of the ocean
And we'll leave this ol' highway behind.

Well, the ocean took my baby,
My baby stole my heart from me.
Yes, the ocean took my baby,
My baby took my heart from me.
She packed it all up in a suitcase,
Lord, she took it away to Italy, Italy.

So, I'm a-walkin' down your highway
Just as far as my poor eyes can see.
Yes, I'm a-walkin' down your highway
Just as far as my eyes can see.
From the Golden Gate Bridge
All the way to the Statue of Liberty.

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: I Shall Be Free

Album: Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Producer: John Hammond

Year: 1963

Label: Columbia

Genre: Folk

URL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=dOGve5Qo1Ps - 92k

Lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bobdylan/ishallbefree.html

Well, I took me a woman late last night
I's three-fourths drunk she looked all right
'Til she started peelin' off her onion gook
She took off her wig, said, "How do I look" ?
I's high flyin', bare naked ...Out the window.

Well, sometimes I might get drunk
Walk like a duck and smell like a skunk
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
(She's a tryin' a hide pretendin'
She don't know me).

I's out there paintin' on the old wood shed
When a can a black paint it fell on my head
I went down to scrub and rub
But I had to sit in back of the tub
(Cost a quarter
Half price).

Well, my telephone rang it would not stop
It's President Kennedy callin' me up
He said, "My friend, Bob, what do we need to make the country grow" ?
I said, "My friend, John, "Brigitte Bardot,
Anita Ekberg
Sophia Loren"
Country'll grow.

Well, I got a woman five feet short
She yells and hollers and squeals and snorts
She tickles my nose pats me on the head
Blows me over and kicks me out of bed
(She's a man eater
Meat grinder
Bad looser).

Oh, there ain't no use in me workin' alla time
I got a woman who works herself blind
Works up to her britches, up to her neck
Write me letters and sends me checks
(She's a humdinger
Folk singer).

Late one day in the middle of the week
Eyes were closed I was half asleep
I chased me a woman up the hill
Right in the middle of an air drill
(I jumped a fallout shelter
I jumped the string bean
I jumped the TV dinner
I jumped the shot gun).

Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote
He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note
He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple
Tellin' me he loves all kinds-a people
(He's eatin' bagels
He's eatin' pizza
He's eatin' chitlins).

Oh, set me down on a television floor
I'll flip the channel to number four
Out of the shower comes a football man
With a bottle of oil in his hand
(Greasy kid stuff
What I want to know, Mr. Football Man, is
What do you do about Willy Mays
Martin Luther King
Olatunji).

Well, the funniest woman I ever seen
Was the great-granddaughter of Mr. Clean
She takes about fifteen baths a day
Wants me to grow a moustache on my face
(She's insane).

Well, ask me why I'm drunk alla time
It levels my head and eases my mind
I just walk along and stroll and sing
I see better days and I do better things
(I catch dinosaurs
I make love to Elizabeth Taylor ...
Catch hell from Richard Burton !).

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: Masters of War

Album: The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan

Producer: n/a

Year: 1963

Label: Columbia Records

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWkWSLEW-Ds

Lyrics: http://bobdylan.com/songs/masters.html

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big 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 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

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

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
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

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

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 o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: Subterranean Homesick Blues

Album: Bring It All Back Home

Producer: Tom Wilson

Year: 1965

Label: Columbia Records

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-xIulyVsG8

Lyrics: http://bobdylan.com/songs/subterranean.html

Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin' that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone's tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D. A.
Look out kid
Don't matter what you did
Walk on your tip toes
Don't try "No Doz"
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don't need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin' for a new fool
Don't follow leaders
Watch the parkin' meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don't steal, don't lift
Twenty years of schoolin'
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don't wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don't wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don't work
'Cause the vandals took the handles

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll

Album: The Times They Are A-Changin’

Producer: Tom Wilson

Year: 1964

Label: Columbia

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRYxuUgFsAM

Lyrics: http://www.bobdylan.com/albums/times.html

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll

With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger

At a Baltimore hotel society gath'rin'.

And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him

As they rode him in custody down to the station

And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder.

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Take the rag away from your face.

Now ain't the time for your tears.

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years

Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres

With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him

And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,

Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders

And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,

In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Take the rag away from your face.

Now ain't the time for your tears.

Hattie Carroll was a maid of the kitchen.

She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children

Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage

And never sat once at the head of the table

And didn't even talk to the people at the table

Who just cleaned up all the food from the table

And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level,

Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane

That sailed through the air and came down through the room,

Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle.

And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger.

But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Take the rag away from your face.

Now ain't the time for your tears.

In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel

To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level

And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded

And that even the nobles get properly handled

Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em

And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom,

Stared at the person who killed for no reason

Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'.

And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished,

And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance,

William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.

Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,

Bury the rag deep in your face

For now's the time for your tears.

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: Talkin’ World War III Blues

Album: Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan

Producer: John Hammond

Year: 1963

Label: Columbia

Genre: Folk

URL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=3F7SxpxgpRg

Lyrics: http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/ww3.html

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say.
He said it was a bad dream.
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though,
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.

I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain."
He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane,"
He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"
As I landed on the psychiatric couch,
He said, "Tell me about it."

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast,
It was all over by quarter past.
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on.

Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town.
I stood a-wondering which way to go,
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road.
It was a normal day.

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell,
"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man."
A shotgun fired and away I ran.
I don't blame them too much though,
I know I look funny.

Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend,
I guess there's just us two."
He screamed a bit and away he flew.
Thought I was a Communist.

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave,
"Let's go and play Adam and Eve."
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin',
You see what happened last time they started."

Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun',
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove 42nd Street
In my Cadillac.
Good car to drive after a war.

Well, I remember seein' some ad,
So I turned on my Conelrad.
But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill,
So the radio didn't work so well.
Turned on my player-
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin',
"Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa,
Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue,
I needed somebody to talk to.
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind.
"When you hear the beep
It will be three o'clock,"
She said that for over an hour
And I hung it up.

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then,
Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams,
But mine was a little different you see.
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me.
I didn't see you around."

Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody's having them dreams.
Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else.
Half of the people can be part right all of the time,
Some of the people can be all right part of the time.
But all the people can't be all right all the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that.
"I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,"
I said that.

Artist: Bob Dylan

Song: With God on Our Side

Album: The Times They are a’Changin’

Producer: Tom Wilson

Year: 1964

Label: Columbia

Genre: Folk

URL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9chtL66JokQ

Lyrics: http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/fahrenheit911/withgodonourside.htm

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 that land that I live in
Has God on its 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.

Oh 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 in their hands
And God on their side.

Oh the First World War, boys
It closed out its fate
The reason for fighting
I never got straight
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.

When the Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side.

I've learned to hate Russians
All through my whole life
If another war starts
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.

Randall Effner

Set Them Free

Artist: Randall Effner

Song: Set Them Free

Album: N/A

Producer: N/A

Year: N/A

Label: N/A

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.justicewillprevail.com/

Lyrics: http://www.justicewillprevail.com/

I hear the chimes of freedom ring again

I heard them once before when they were blowin' in the wind

The Chinese people walk in chains, they're longing to be free

It's time to tell the world the truth about the CCP.

I'd like to paint a picture in this song,

About what it's like in China if you practice Falun Gong,

Or if you are a Christian or you're for democracy

They'll put you in a prison cell and throw away the key.

Chorus:

Set them free! set them free! set them free! set them free!

The labor camps are like a living hell

Where you're beaten, starved and brainwashed and there's nowhere to appeal

There is no law or justice, there is just the CCP

Who hide their evil deeds behind a cloak of secrecy.

The free world should stand up for liberty

But now we sell out human rights to buy a cheap TV,

We see slavery and torture and we turn our head aside

I'd rather spend a little more than pay for genocide.

Repeat Chorus

The world will not forget the Berlin Wall

And how the people danced with joy, just to see it fall

The Chinese leaders shake with fear remembering that day

They know their time is almost up and soon they'll have to pay.

The blood red dragon can no longer fly

Nine swords have pierced its armor and it looks about to die

Now millions of its members have renounced it publicly

The world will be a better place without the CCP.

Repeat Chorus

Raise Pitch One Step and Repeat Chorus One More Time

Melissa Etheridge

I Need to Wake Up

Artist: Melissa Etheridge

Song: I Need to Wake Up

Album: An Inconvenient Truth

Producer: Melissa Etheridge

Year: 2006

Label: The Island Def Jam Music Group

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7g_uJ2i4pM

Lyrics: http://www.metrolyrics.com/i-need-to-wake-up-lyrics-melissa-etheridge.html

Have I been sleeping?
I’ve been so still
Afraid of crumbling
Have I been careless?
Dismissing all the distant rumblings
Take me where I am supposed to be
To comprehend the things that I can’t see

Cause I need to move
I need to wake up
I need to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Something’s got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now

And as a child
I danced like it was 1999
My dreams were wild
The promise of this new world
Would be mine
Now I am throwing off the carelessness of youth
To listen to an inconvenient truth

That I need to move
I need to wake up
I need to change

I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Something’s got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now

I am not an island
I am not alone
I am my intentions
Trapped here in this flesh and bone

Oh I need to move
I need to wake up
I need to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Something’s got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now

I want to change
I need to shake up
I need to speak out
Oh, Something’s got to break up
I’ve been asleep
And I need to wake up
Now

Indigo Girls

It’s Alright

Artist: Indigo Girls

Song: It’s Alright

Album: Shaming of the Sun

Producer: David Leonard

Year: 1997

Label: Epic

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.amazon.com/Shaming-Sun-Indigo-Girls/dp/B000002BS2

Lyrics: http://www.actionext.com/names_i/indigo_girls_lyrics/its_alright.html

It's alright forty days of rain

My skin stretched out from the growing pain

And it'd be nice to have an explanation

But it's alright

And it's alright if you hate that way

Hate me cause I'm different and you hate me cause I'm gay

Truth of the matter come around one day

And it's alright

I look at this lifeline stretched way out across my hand

I look at the burned out empty like a plague across the land

And for everything I learn there are two I don't understand

That's why I'm still on the search through the weather-strewn church

I'm doing the best that I can

And it's alright

It's alright though we worry and fuss

Can't get over the hump, can't get over us

Seems easier to push than to let go and trust

And it's alright

We get a little distance some things get clearer

Oh give them their space some hearts will grow nearer

I ran as hard as I could I still ended up here

And it's alright

So look at this lifeline stretched way all across my hand

Look at the fires of hatred burning on the bounty of this beautiful land

I know I'm small in a way, but I know I'm strong

And it's my thirst that brought me to the water

I give it all up and y'know she'll carry me on

And it's alright

And it's alright though we feel afraid

Our plans in pieces, our plans mislaid

It's the will of the way (will of the way) will of the way (will of the way)

The will of the only way that could have brought me here today

And it's alright

Yeah it's alright now

Kingston Trio

Where Have All the Flowers Gone

Artist: Kingston Trio (written by Pete Seeger)

Song: Where Have All the Flowers Gone

Album: An Evening With the Kingston Trio

Producer: Jim Musselman

Year: 1962

Label: Folk Era

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vg8Db7VNgL0

Lyrics: http://www.arlo.net/resources/lyrics/flowers-gone.shtml

Where have all the flowers gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the flowers gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the flowers gone?

Girls have picked them every one

When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the young girls gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the young girls gone?

Taken husbands every one

When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the young men gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the young men gone?

Gone for soldiers every one

When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the soldiers gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the soldiers gone?

Gone to graveyards every one

When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Covered with flowers every one

When will we ever learn?

Tom Lehrer

We Will All Go Together When We Go

Artist: Tom Lehrer

Song: We Will All Go Together When We Go

Album: An Evening Wasted With Tom Lehrer

Producer: Tom Lehrer

Year: 1959

Label: Rhino

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zv6mPgtay6E

Lyrics: http://www.atomicplatters.com/more.php?id=70_0_1_0_M

Spoken introduction:

I am reminded at this point of a fellow I used to know whose name was Henry, only to give you an idea of what an individualist he was he spelled it H-E-N-3-R-Y. The 3 was silent, you see. (Laughter) Henry (more laughter), Henry was financially independent, having inherited his father's tar and feather business, and was therefore able to devote his full time to such intellectual pursuits as writing – I particularly remember a heart-warming novel of his about a young necrophiliac who finally achieved his boyhood ambition by becoming
A coroner. (Laughter) The rest of you can look it up when you get home. (Loud and long laughter) In addition to writing, he indulged in a good deal of philosophizing. Like so many contemporary philosophers he especially enjoyed giving helpful advice to people who were happier than he was, and one (Laughter), one particular bit of advice which I recall, which is the reason I bring up this whole dreary story, is something he said once before they took him away to the Massachusetts State Home for the Bewildered (laughter), he said, "Life is like a sewer. What you get our of it depends on what you put into it!" (Long, loud laughter) So it seemed to me that this is precisely the sort of dynamic, positive thinking that we so desperately need today in these trying times of crisis and universal brouhaha, and so with this in mind I have here a modern, positive, dynamic uplifting song in the tradition of the great old revival hymns. This one might be more accurately termed a survival hymn, it goes like this…

When you attend a funeral
It is sad to think that sooner or
Later those you love will do the same for you
And you may have thought it tragic
Not to mention other adjec-
Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do
(But don't you worry.)

No more ashes, no more sackcloth
And an arm band made of black cloth
Will some day nevermore adorn a sleeve
For if the bomb that drops on you
Gets your friends and neighbors too
There'll be nobody left behind to grieve

And we will all go together when we go
What a comforting fact that is to know
Universal bereavement
An inspiring achievement
Yes, we all will go together when we go

We will all go together when we go
All suffused with an incandescent glow
No one will have the endurance
To collect on his insurance
Lloyd's of London will be loaded when they go

Oh we will all fry together when we fry
We'll be French fried potatoes by and by
There will be no more misery
When the world is our rotisserie
Yes, we all will fry together when we fry

Down by the old maelstrom
There'll be a storm before the calm

And we will all bake together when we bake
There'll be nobody present at the wake
With complete participation
In that grand incineration
Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak

Oh we will all char together when we char
And let there be no moaning of the bar
Just sing out a Te Deum
When you see that I.C.B.M.
And the party will be come-as-you-are

Oh, we will all burn together when we burn
There'll be no need to stand and wait your turn
When it's time for the fallout
And Saint Peter calls us all out
We'll just drop our agendas and adjourn

You will all go directly to your respective Valhallas
Go directly, do not pass Go, do not collect two hundred dollahs

And we will all go together when we go
Every Hottentot and every Eskimo
When the air becomes uranious
We will all go simultaneous
Yes, we all will go together
When we all go together
Yes we all will go together when we go

Lori McKenna

Ruby’s Shoes

Artist: Lori McKenna

Song: Ruby’s Shoes

Album: Paper Wings and Halo

Producer: Crit Harmon

Year: 2002

Label: Warner Brothers

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9qeYBnQMnA

Lyrics: http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=7619

Ruby's shoes would take her

A mile or so to school every day

Where the white people hated her

They'd scream and hold signs and tell her to go away

But Ruby's will was stronger

Than the bigots with the signs could ever know

She stopped every morning on the corner

And prayed that someday the pain would go

And she'd stop and she'd pray

That all the hatred would go away

She was only six years old but she knew

Walk a mile in Ruby's shoes

Ruby sat alone in the classroom

She never dreamed the other children wouldn't come

They hated her for the color of her skin

Well color is such an amazing illusion

She'd stop and she'd pray

That all the hatred would go away

She was only six years old but she knew

Walk a mile in Ruby's shoes

Now Ruby knew about Dorothy

And the ruby shoes that she wore

She wondered about Oz sometimes

Well, well no other child ever walked her shoes before

And she'd stop and she'd pray

That all the hatred would go away

She was only six years old but she knew

Walk a mile in Ruby's shoes

Ruby, if birds can always fly

Why oh why can't you and I?

Ruby's shoes would take her

A mile or so to school every day

Where the white people hated her

They'd scream and hold signs and tell her to go away

And she'd stop and she'd pray

That all the hatred would go away

She'd stop and she'd pray

That no other children would be raised this way

Ruby's shoes

If birds can fly

Then why oh why

If birds can fly then why oh why can't I

Phil Ochs

I Ain’t Marching Anymore

Artist: Phil Ochs

Song: I Ain’t Marching Anymore

Album: There But For Fortune

Producer: Jac Holzman, Paul A. Rothchild

Year: 1965

Label: Elektra

Genre: Folk

URL: www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5pgrKSwFJE

Lyrics: http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/ochs-phil/i-aint-marching-anymore-11442.html

Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land 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

Peter, Paul, & Mary

If I Had A Hammer

Artist: Peter, Paul, & Mary

Song: If I Had A Hammer

Album: Peter, Paul & Mary

Producer: Albert Grossman

Year: 1962

Label: Warner Bros. Records

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UKvpONl3No

Lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/peter%2C+paul+%26+mary/if+i+had+a+hammer_20107670.html

If I had a hammer,
Id hammer in the morning
Id hammer in the evening,
All over this land

Id hammer out danger,
Id hammer out a warning,
Id hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

If I had a bell,
Id ring it in the morning,
Id ring it in the evening,
All over this land

Id ring out danger,
Id ring out a warning
Id ring out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

If I had a song,
Id sing it in the morning,
Id sing it in the evening,
All over this land

Id sing out danger,
Id sing out a warning
Id sing out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

Well I got a hammer,
And I got a bell,
And I got a song to sing, all over this land.

Its the hammer of justice,
Its the bell of freedom,
Its the song about love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

Its the hammer of justice,
Its the bell of freedom,
Its the song about love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.

Redgum

I Was Only 19

Artist: Redgum

Song: I Was Only 19 (A Walk in the Green Light)

Album: Caught in the Act

Producer: Trevor Lucas

Year: 1983

Label: Epic

Genre: Folk

URL: http://youtube.com/watch?v=1gmgwx77osw

Lyrics: http://www.hotlyrics.net/lyrics/R/Redgum/I_Was_Only_19.html

Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing out parade at Puckapunyal
(1t was long march from cadets).
The sixth battalion was the next to tour and It was me who drew the card.
We did Canungra and Shoalwater before we left.

Chorus I:
And Townsville lined the footpath as we marched down to the quay.
This clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean.
And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens.
God help me, I was only nineteen.

From Vung Tau riding Chinooks to the dust at Nui Dat,
I'd been in and out of choppers now for months.
But we made our tents a home. V.B. and pinups on the lockers,
And an Asian orange sunset through the scrub.

Chorus 2:
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?
And night time's just a jungle dark and a barking M.16?
And what's this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only nineteen.

A four week operation, when each step can mean your last one
On two legs: it was a war within yourself.
But you wouldn't let your mates down 'til they had you dusted off,
So you closed your eyes and thought about something else.

Chorus 3:
Then someone yelled out "Contact"', and the bloke behind me swore.
We hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roar.
Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon.
God help me, he was going home in June.

1 can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand Hotel
On a thirty-six hour rec. leave in Vung Tau.
And I can still hear Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle.
'Till the morphine came and killed the bloody row

Chorus 4:
And the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tears.
And stories that my father told me never seemed quite real
I caught some pieces In my back that I didn't even feel.
God help me, I was only nineteen.

Chorus 5:
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still

Buffalo Springfield

For What It’s Worth

Artist: Buffalo Springfield

Song: For What It’s Worth

Album: Buffalo Springfield

Producer: Charles Green, Brian Stone

Year: 1967

Label: Atco

Genre: Folk

URL: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wm6NeM-6vBE

Lyrics: http://www.lyricsdownload.com/the-buffalo-springfield-for-what-its-worth-lyrics.html

There's something happening here

What it is ain't exactly clear

There's a man with a gun over there

Telling me I got to beware

I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound