ANSWERS: 36
  • What about "War" sung by Edwin Starr in 1970.
  • How about Pink Floyd's "Money"? Money, get away Get a good job with more pay and your O.K. Money it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team Money get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack. Money it's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set And I think I need a Lear jet Money it's a crime Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie Money so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away "HuHuh! I was in the right!" "Yes, absolutely in the right!" "I certainly was in the right!" "You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!" "Yeah!" "Why does anyone do anything?" "I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!" "I was just telling him, he couldn't get into number 2. He was asking why he wasn't coming up on freely, after I was yelling and screaming and telling him why he wasn't coming up on freely. It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"
  • How about "Three Flights Up" by Don Maclean. IT deals with loneliness and isolation. One of the most moving songs I have ever heard. Try to listen to it, though, because it is a mini-opera, with three different acts, each of which sets a specific mood. THREE FLIGHTS UP On the first floor… On the first floor… On the first floor there's a young girl reeling Her body's numb and without feeling As illusions dance on the midnight ceiling Now she's falling, now she's kneeling It's almost like she's bowed in prayer A savior she's about to bear She screams for help, but no one's there… On the first floor… On the first floor people walk the halls But none can hear her desperate calls There is no sound beyond the walls So to the telephone she crawls She telephones her only friend The one on whom she can depend But the phone rings on without an end Then rings no more…On the first floor… There's a party on the second floor And through the picture window you can see them all They're laughing and they're dancing Admiring the Renoir that's hanging on the wall But in the master bedroom where the coats are piled high A silent, saddened lady thinks of what it's like to die And as she dwells on all the years she still has left to face She wonders how she'll ever find someone to take his place Then suddenly she's jarred by the ringing of the phone Oh, why do you ring now, just when I want to be alone? So she walks into the bathroom and drinks some water from a cup But the telephone stops ringing just before she picks it up… My family was very poor So I worked hard to be secure I married one I had to wed And not the one I loved instead When I was young my blood ran wild But we stayed married for the child Now three flights up, I'm all alone My wife is dead, my child is grown My daughter leads a wayward life She's been a failure as a wife And though she lives just one floor down She never calls or comes around… Step off the platform and onto the train Look out your window and into the rain Watch all the buildings that pass as you ride And count all the stories that go on inside And then ask yourself if it must be this way Should walls and doors and plaster ceilings Separate us from each others' feelings?
  • Here's another great song that's not a love song. Eleanor Rigby (Lennon/McCartney) Aah, look at all the lonely people Aah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear No one comes near. Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care? All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong? Aah, look at all the lonely people Aah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave No one was saved All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?
  • Suicide Solution by Ozzy Osborne Wine is fine but whiskeys quicker Suicide is slow with liquor Take a bottle and drown your sorrows Then it floods away tomorrows Evil thoughts and evil doings Cold, alone you hang in ruins Thought that youd escape the reaper You cant escape the master keeper cause you feel like youre living a lie Such a shame whos to blame and youre wondering why Then you ask from your cask us there life after birth What you sow can mean hell on this earth Now you live inside a bottle The reapers traveling at full throttle Its catching you but you dont see The reaper is you and the reaper is me Breaking laws, knocking doors But theres no one at home Made your bed, rest your head But you lie there and moan Where to hide, suicide is the only way out Dont you know what its really about
  • MIA - Avenged Sevenfold
  • Blink 182 "Adam's Song" I never thought I'd die alone I laughed the loudest who'd have known I traced the cord back to the wall No wonder it was never plugged in at all I took my time, I hurried up The choice was mine, I didn't think enough I'm too depressed, to go on You'll be sorry when I'm gone I never conquered, rarely came 16 just held such better days Days when I still felt alive We couldn't wait to get outside The world was wide, too late to try The tour was over we'd survived I couldn't wait till I got home To pass the time in my room alone I never thought I'd die alone Another six months I'll be unknown Give all my things to all my friends You'll never set foot in my room again You'll close it off, board it up Remember the time that I spilled the cup Of apple juice in the hall Please tell mom this is not her fault I never conquered, rarely came 16 just held such better days Days when I still felt alive We couldn't wait to get outside The world was wide, too late to try The tour was over we'd survived I couldn't wait till I got home To pass the time in my room alone I never conquered, rarely came Tomorrow holds such better days Days when I can still feel alive When I can't wait to get outside The world is wide, the time goes by The tour is over, I'd survived I can't wait till I get home To pass the time in my room alone
  • Sheryl Crow, We Do What We Can Downstairs they're playing Kenton The house set to swing I lay in my bed And listen to everything Cause Leo's in rare form tonight His trombone sings so sweet This is the room Where they all come to meet He said I do what I can I live for the moment And that's who I am Yeah that's who I am And isn't it good If we could freeze moments in time We all would But I do what I can I do what I can Downstairs he's playing Kenton The Magnavox sighs But oh how the music has changed In all of our lives He says "nobody listens To modern jazz" And I'll never have what those guys have He says I do what I can I work for a living And that's who I am Yeah that's who I am And it's good to be alive But everything's different since Leo died I do what I can Is this the end of the modern world What could it mean for a young girl Who sees the pain on his face He does what he can The procession on the TV screen What could it possibly mean for a man Who's come this far just to turn around Could there still be life in Kenton's swing With the Kennedys gone and everything Those sad rows of houses with their optimistic colors Democrat grandparents and draft-dodging brothers Riots down the street and discontented mothers We do what we can Downstairs it's quiet Less alive somehow Somehow he was everything that I am now And he says I do what I can I work for a living And that's who I am And that's who I am But it's good to be alive And these are the choices We make to survive You do what you can
  • The video is horrible for the first one, but apparently nobody else has that song uploaded to youtube. Enjoy.
  • I immediately thought of 2 songs when I saw this question, both by Jackson Browne. I'll give you the links only, otherwise this question will have the longest answerss in AB histery! lol "The Crow on the Cradle" (an anti-war song) http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/CROW-ON-THE-CRADLE-lyrics-Jackson-Browne/BEEDF07F0E66CC8748256A4D0021183D "Before the Deluge" (a song about what man is doing to the environment) http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jackson+browne/before+the+deluge_20068553.html Both are very, very topical just about now. I love both these songs.
  • Heres a few 1-Dance with the Devil-Immortal Technique Something you should know about Dance With the Devil Lyrics Title: Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil lyrics Artist: Immortal Technique Visitors: 14721 visitors have hited Dance With the Devil Lyrics since Dec 28, 2007. Print: Immortal Technique - Dance With the Devil Lyrics print version >> Download "Immortal Technique" Music << >> Complimentary "Dance With the Devil" Ringtone << [Verse 1] I once knew a nigga whose real name was William his primary concern, was making a million being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober her sons heart simultaneously grew colder he started hanging out selling bags in the projects checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects he was fascinated by material objects but he understood money never bought respect he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal I dont project my insurecurity's at other people he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil a fever minded young man with infinite potetial the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed [Hook] Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences you propably only did a month for minor offences ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced dance forever with the devil on a code cell block but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot [Verse 2] So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock working overtime for making money for the crack spot hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain tired of the block niggaz treating him the same he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club but only a real thug can stab someone till they die standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes Billy realized that these men were well guarded and they wanted to test him, before business started suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home and so they quietly got out the car and followed her walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently and then they all proceeded to rape her violently Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn back [Verse 4] Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover but what he saw made him start the cringine studder cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate his corruption had succesfully changed his fate and he remembered how his mom used to come home late working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never because the dance with the devil might last you forever (video below. first one) The Poverty of Philosophy -Immortal Technique Poverty Of Philosophy Most of my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom and socialist democracy is usually unfortunately beyond their rationale. They don't realize that America can't exist without separating them from their identity, because if we had some sense of who we really are, there's no way in hell we'd allow this country to push it's genocidal consensus on our homelands. This ignorance exists, but it can be destroyed. Nigga talk about change and working within the system to achieve that. The problem with always being a conformist is that when you try to change the system from within, it's not you who changes the system; it's the system that will eventually change you. There is usually nothing wrong with compromise in a situation, but compromising yourself in a situation is another story completely, and I have seen this happen long enough in the few years that I've been alive to know that it's a serious problem. Latino America is a huge colony of countries whose presidents are cowards in the face of economic imperialism. You see, third world countries are rich places, abundant in resources, and many of these countries have the capacity to feed their starving people and the children we always see digging for food in trash on commercials. But plutocracies, in other words a government run by the rich such as this one and traditionally oppressive European states, force the third world into buying overpriced, unnecessary goods while exporting huge portions of their natural resources. I'm quite sure that people will look upon my attitude and sentiments and look for hypocrisy and hatred in my words. My revolution is born out of love for my people, not hatred for others. You see, most of Latinos are here because of the great inflation that was caused by American companies in Latin America. Aside from that, many are seeking a life away from the puppet democracies that were funded by the United States; places like El Salvador, Guatemala, Peru, Columbia, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Republica Dominicana, and not just Spanish-speaking countries either, but Haiti and Jamaica as well. As different as we have been taught to look at each other by colonial society, we are in the same struggle and until we realize that, we'll be fighting for scraps from the table of a system that has kept us subservient instead of being self-determined. And that's why we have no control over when the embargo will stop in Cuba, or when the bombs will stop dropping in Vieques. But you see, here in America the attitude that is fed to us is that outside of America there live lesser people. "Fuck them, let them fend for themselves." No, Fuck you, they are you. No matter how much you want to dye your hair blonde and put fake eyes in, or follow an anorexic standard of beauty, or no matter how many diamonds you buy from people who exploit your own brutally to get them, no matter what kind of car you drive or what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of what I am, rather than desperately trying to be something I'm really not, just to fit in. And whether we want to accept it or not, that's what this culture or lack of culture is feeding us. I want a better life for my family and for my children, but it doesn't have to be at the expense of millions of lives in my homeland. We're given the idea that if we didn't have these people to exploit then America wouldn't be rich enough to let us have these little petty material things in our lives and basic standards of living. No, that's wrong. It's the business giants and the government officials who make all the real money. We have whatever they kick down to us. My enemy is not the average white man, it's not the kid down the block or the kids I see on the street; my enemy is the white man I don't see: the people in the white house, the corporate monopoly owners, fake liberal politicians those are my enemies. The generals of the armies that are mostly conservatives those are the real Mother-Fuckers that I need to bring it to, not the poor, broke country-ass soldier that's too stupid to know shit about the way things are set up. In fact, I have more in common with most working and middle-class white people than I do with most rich black and Latino people. As much as racism bleeds America, we need to understand that classism is the real issue. Many of us are in the same boat and it's sinking, while these bougie Mother-Fuckers ride on a luxury liner, and as long as we keep fighting over kicking people out of the little boat we're all in, we're gonna miss an opportunity to gain a better standard of living as a whole. In other words, I don't want to escape the plantation I want to come back, free all my people, hang the Mother-Fucker that kept me there and burn the house to the god damn ground. I want to take over the encomienda and give it back to the people who work the land. You cannot change the past but you can make the future, and anyone who tells you different is a Fucking lethargic devil. I don't look at a few token Latinos and black people in the public eye as some type of achievement for my people as a whole. Most of those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros. But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing to do with our people. It's not in our culture to be poor. That's only been the last 500 years of our history; look at the last 2000 years of our existence and what we brought to the world in terms of science, mathematics, agriculture and forms of government. You know the idea of a confederation of provinces where one federal government controls the states? The Europeans who came to this country stole that idea from the Iroquois lead. The idea of impeaching a ruler comes from an Aztec tradition. That's why Montezuma was stoned to death by his own people 'cause he represented the agenda of white Spaniards once he was captured, not the Aztec people who would become Mexicans. So in conclusion, I'm not gonna vote for anybody just 'cause they black or Latino they have to truly represent the community and represent what's good for all of us proletariat. Porque sino entonces te mando por el carajo cabron gusano hijo de puta, seramos libre pronto, viva la revolucion, VIVA LA REVOLUCION! (video below, second in order) You Never Know Lyrics -Immortal Technique [Verse 1] She was on her way to becoming a college graduate Wouldn't even stop to talk to the average kid The type of latina I'd sit and contemplate marriage with Fuck the horse and carriage shit, her love was never for hire Disciplined, intellectual beauty's what I desire Flyer than Salma Hayek or Jennifer Lopez Everyone told me, kickin' it to her was hopeless At first I just thought, she didn't mess with broke kids The thug niggaz always talking about, how they smoke kids But the rich-sniff-coke kids got no play "I'm not even interested" is what her body language would say Everyone around the way, gave up trying to get in it It didn't matter how good your game was, she wasn't with it On the block, bitches was jealous, but wouldn't admit it Talk shit, and deny to everyone that they did it 'Cause they regreted the long list of niggaz that they let hit it And no one ever gave them shit except McDonald's and did-dick Smoking weed with thoughts of envy, whenever they lit it She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy But when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy She had a style, all her own, respectful and pure I was sick in the head for her, and there wasn't a cure [Hook - Jean Grae] Don't you know that, time waits for no man Not fate, it's all planned I'm blessed just to know you I've loved and I've lost just to hold you all night Can't find, a reason why God came, to you and I If I had the chance again, I'd never let you go Hold tight to your love, 'cause you never know [Verse 2] Her eyes are brown and beautiful, yet empty and sad I used to talk to her occasionally, and she was glad That I wasn't just another nigga trying to get in it So every now and then we'd stop and talk for a minute I didn't have a gimmick so the minutes turned to hours On her birthday, I gave her a poem with flowers Then I took her out to dinner after her cousin's baby shower We talked about, power to the people and such We spent more time together but it was never enough I never tried to sneak a touch, or even cop a feel I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks Forever changing the expression of my thoughts when I speak It was because of her, I even deaded all of my freaks She convinced me, to stop hangin' out on the streets To stop robbin' and stealin', from people like you Instead I took her out to the Apollo and the Bronxu We sailed in Barrio (?) and the Metropolitan too Got to the point when I was either with her or my crew So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full of tears She could only sob hysterically, holding me tight I tried to speak, but she wouldn't stop until I left sight I felt like a moth who got himself too close to the light Except I didn't burn, I turned cold after that night [Hook] [Verse 3] I went on with my life, college and my career Ended up locked up like an animal for a year Where the C.O.'s talk to you like they were the overseer Then I got sent to the hole, when my exit was near At night in my cell, I'd close my eyes and I'd see her Hold her close in my dreams, but when I woke she disappeared Just an empty cell until the state gave me parole in the summer came back, in tact and on track But the fact of the matter, is I still felt cold Even after my mother, hugged me, cryin' at home My real niggaz would catch me thinkin', out of my zone Fuckin' lots of different women, but I still felt alone Relatively well-known around the New York underground But I kept thinking of her and how we used to be down The sound of her voice, and the beautiful smell of her hair Though gone physically, somehow it was still there I had to do something, because the shit was too much to bear So I went and visited the building where she used to live The world looks a lot different after you do a bid The way your life done changed While primitive minds (are) still stuck in the same game Like her cousin who was on the corner slangin' cocaine Stepped in the lobby and tapped the button next to her last name Her mom buzzed me up and hugged me up, like a mother oughta But her facial expression changed, when I asked about her daughter [Hook] [Verse 4] She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind She had left it there waiting, for such a long time I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor "Nobody loves you more than me carino" is what the letter said "By the time you get to read this, I'll probably be dead But when you left in '97 a part of me went to Heaven I thank God at least I got to know what love really was But it hurt me, to see what true love really does 'Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be Baby don't you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993 I died a virgin, I wish I could've given myself to you I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you Promise that you'll meet me in paradise inevitably No matter what, I'll keep your love forever with me" What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her She was buried on August 3rd The story ends without a sequel And now you know why Technique, don't fucking fall in love with people Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond 'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone (video below, third)
  • Here are two, they are older, but still have meaning. Signs Five Man Electrical Band And the sign said long haired freaky people need not apply So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why He said you look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do So I took off my hat I said imagine that, huh, me working for you woah! Chorus: Sign Sign everywhere a sign Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign And the sign said anybody caught trespassing would be shot on sight So I jumped on the fence and yelled at the house, Hey! what gives you the right To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in If God was here, he'd tell you to your face, man you're some kinda sinner Repeat Chorus: Bridge: Now, hey you Mister! can't you read, you got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat You can't even watch, no you can't eat, you ain't suppose to be here Sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside Uh! And the sign said everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all, I didn't have a penny to pay, so I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign I said thank you Lord for thinking about me, I'm alive and doing fine Repeat Chorus For What It's Worth Buffalo Springfield 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 Everybody look what's going down There's battle lines being drawn Nobody's right if everybody's wrong Young people speaking their minds Getting so much resistance from behind I think it's time we stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down What a field-day for the heat A thousand people in the street Singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side It's time we stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Paranoia strikes deep Into your life it will creep It starts when you're always afraid You step out of line, the man come and take you away We better stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, hey, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, now, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down Stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down
  • listen to anything by Rage Against the machine
  • Blowin' in the Wind by Bob Dylan. Four Dead in Ohio by Neil Young. http://www.thrasherswheat.org/fot/ohio.htm Canadian Railroad Trilogy by Gordon Lightfoot.
  • Good question! John Lennon - working class hero - classic!
  • &quot;Angel Of Death" by Slayer, or "Raining Blood", or most of their other songs. Most of the stuff by Bolt Thrower. Anything by Damaged - bonus points if you can even figure out what the hell they're going on about! Anything from Slim Dusty's "Lights On The Hill" album. That'll do for starters. Oh, hang on a minute, how could I forget? Check out half of Weird Al Yankovic's catalogue.
  • Check out Theresa Malenfant & The Black 'N Blues Band, it's a little old and I only have it on cassette tape but she does a song called "Taxable Calamity Blues" that's pretty good AND deals with a subject in a very humorous way.
  • Free Nelson Mandela - Special AKA.
  • Bayonetwork: Vultures in Vivid Color by Norma Jean is about suicide and how it's widely ignored.
  • The Walrus - The Beatles Go Ask Alice - Janice Jophlin (?)
  • Dear Mr President by Pink I love this song, it deals with all the problems with George Bush basically. If you really listen to the lyrics it can go deep, really deep.
  • &quot;And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda", written by Eric Bogle about the Australian forces sent to battle the Turks during WWII, and the sorry plight of a wounded soldier who lost his legs. It's a very moving song recorded by a number of musicians who obviously respect the focus of the lyrics, and the melody is catchy and very singable. I'm very fond of the version by June Tabor, a capella on "Airs and Graces", and even The Pogues break out of their mold and do a respectable version, recorded on their "Rum, Sodomy, and the lash" album. Many other versions exist. It's a great, if not significant, piece of music.
  • BOOM by system of a down russians by sting vide infra by killswitch engage [not exactly a song but] self evident by ani difranco adam's song by blink 182 epiphany by staind
  • Imagine by John Lennon (R.I.P)
  • &quot;Us and Them" by Pink Floyd. "Hope" by Klaatu. "Around the Universe in 80 days" by Klaatu.
  • Two that immediately come to my mind are: 1-Bonnie Portmore by Loreena McKennett (about the destruction of old growth forests in England) 2-American Pie by Don McLean (the history of rock music and Buddy Holly's role in it) http://www.rareexception.com/Garden/Pie.php
  • Hurt - Johnny Cash and i'm not one to listen to country music, but i love this song
  • Undivided - Bon Jovi
  • Blow By: Atreyu So Fucking Blow Those Words Out Of The Back Of Your Head I've Heard It All And I'm Done With That Shit You Tell Me Lies And You Get What You Get So Blow Those Fucking Words Out Of The Back Of Your Head (BLOW) Oh My God Did You Just Hear Lies Are Coming Back In Style Oh My God The Scene's So Real It Can Find You It Can Find You Shut Your Mouth We've Heard It All (What) Hypocrites And Critics All Can Fuck Off We Do This For Our Souls For Our Souls What They Say Wont Make Us Go Away So Fucking Blow Those Words Out Of The Back Of Your Head I've Heard It All And I'm Done With That Shit You Tell Me Lies And You Get What You Get So Blow Those Fucking Words Out Of The Back Of Your Head Were Not Sorry And We Wont Conform Its Not Our Choice But Something been In Born If We Fail Within Our Hearts Can You Blame Us (No No No) A square peg In a Black Hole We Don't Fit In And Thats The Way It Goes You Should Not of Thought Your Better Than Us Cause You're Not (No No No) What They Say Wont Make Us Go Away So Fucking Blow Those Words Out Of The Back Of Your Head I've Heard It All And I'm Done With That Shit You Tell Me Lies And You Get What You Get So Blow Those Fucking Words Out Of The Back Of Your Head I'm Gonna Blow Those Words Out The Back Of Your Head Tell Yourself Your Not Alone And I'm Looking Out Your Window No Your Not Alone Tell Yourself Your Not Alone Your Not Alone At All What They Say Wont Make Us Go Away (Go Away Go Away Go Away) So Fucking Blow Those Words Out Of The Back Of Your Head I've Heard It All And I'm Done With That Shit You Tell Me Lies And You Get What You Get So Blow Those Fucking Words Out Of The Back Of Your Head I'm Gonna Blow Those Words Out The Back Of Your Head (Of Your Head Of Your Head Of Your Head) No One Care By: Atreyu Verse 1 ------- All Willed Up I Can Taste The Winter I Would Shut Up If I Thought That It Mattered That's What It Feels Like When Your Stitched Into This Skin I feel Stuck And No One Thinks Somethings Missing Somethings Missing Chorus ------- No One Cares No One Listens Screaming Words That You Fake Hearing No One Cares No One Listens Anymore Verse 2 ------- My Eyes Burn As I'm Bury How I'm Feeling Close My Eyes Its My Life That I've Been Stealing Its Alright Why Do I Feel A Senses Of Wronging I Had It All! And Yet I Thought That Somethings Missing Somethings Missing To Chorus ------- So Paranoid I've Been Hiding From The Sun I'm Tired Of Being Afraid Of Everything And Everyone I'm So Tired! To Chorus -------
  • &quot;Kill The Poor" Dead Kennedys "Teenage Wasteland" The Who "Red Barchetta" Rush
  • Handle Bars by The Flobots. It gave me a lot to think about after I heard it. In fact the whole CD is pretty thought provoking. It's called Fight With Tools.
  • One by Metallica
  • Face Down -- The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Cover up with make up in the mirror Tell yourself it's never gonna happen again You cry alone and then he swears he loves you. Do you feel like a man When you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found. A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect Every action in this world will bear a consequence If you wade around forever you will surely drown I see what's going down. I see the way you go and say your right again, Say your right again Heed my lecture [ Face Down lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ] Do you feel like a man When you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end As your lies crumble down a new life she has found. Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough.. Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough.. One day she will tell you that she has had enough Its coming round again. Do you feel like a man, when you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end As your lies crumble down, a new life she has. Do you feel like a man, when you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? Well I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found. Face down in the dirt she says, this doesn't hurt she says I finally had enough..
  • Plateau by Nirvana (or covered by Nirvana) I like to think of it as a political song (though many people have different theories as to its meaning). I see it about empty promises and plateaus that politicians stand on to try to get elected... when they are really useless. Nothing at the top but useless stuff... so they look for the next plateau to stand on... whatever topic is on the peoples minds.
  • TRACY CHAPMAN - CROSS ROADS (you cant go wrong with this song..... sentiments are all there)
  • It might be controversial but listen to this song: Immortal technique - Dance with the devil. the end will leave your mouth wide open in shock.

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