Historical Songs
I think music in itself is healing. It’s an
explosive expression of humanity. It’s
something we are all touched by. No matter
what culture we’re from, everyone loves music.
Billy Joel
Essential Questions
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What impact do songs have on social
movements?
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What is the historical context in which these
songs are written and performed?
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What makes a song effective in a cause?
Role of Music
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Music has been used to lift the spirits of
poor, oppressed and rebels.
Music has been used to communicate the
ideas of change and protest.
From different historical eras from slavery,
The Great Depression, Civil Rights
Movement and Vietnam, individuals have
shared their opinions of injustice.
“Amerigo” by Patti Smith
We were going to see the world
In this land
We placed Baptismal fonts
And an infinite number were baptized
And they called us "Carabi"
Which means "Men of Great Wisdom"
Where are you going,
And are you going anywhere?
Where are you going
Send me a letter, if you go at all
Ahh, the salvation of souls,
But wisdom we had not
For these people had neither King nor Lord
And bowed to no one
And they had lived in their own liberty
Where are you going,
And are you going anywhere?
Going in circles
Going in circles, anywhere
I saw the new
The inconstant shifting of fortune
And now I write to you
Words that have not been written
Words from the New World
Tracing the circles
Moving across my eyes
Lying on a ship
And gazing at the western skies
Tracing lazy circles in the sky
Hey!
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Where are you going,
And are you going anywhere?
Where are you going
Send me a letter, if you go at all
It's such a delight
To watch them dance
Be it sacrifice or romance
Free of all the things that we hold dear
Is that clear, Your Excellency?
And I guess it's time to go but
I gotta send you just a few more lines
From the New World
Tracing the circles
Moving across my eyes
Lying on a ship
And gazing at the western skies
Tracing lazy circles in the sky
Tracing lazy circles in the sky
Tracing lazy circles
And the sky opened
And we laid down our armor
And we danced
Naked as they
Baptized in the rain
Of the New World
Songwriters: TONY SHANAHAN, PATTI
SMITH
“Boston Tea Party” by Sensational Alex Harvey Band
Are you going to the party?
Going to the Boston Tea Party?
Going to the party?
Going to the Boston Tea Party?
Going to the party?
Going to the Boston Tea Party?
Going to the party?
Going to the Boston Tea Party?
Redcoats in the village and there's fighting in the
streets
The Indians and the mountain men, well they are
talking when they meet
The king has said he's gonna put a tax on tea
And that's the reason y'all Americans drink coffee
Are you going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Fire in the mountains, flames upon the heath
And the president spits out the news, he's biting on
wooden teeth
Them children of the colonies got a different tale to
tell
I'm going down to the city, tell my folks I'm doing
well
Are you going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Bringing back the buffalo to the long prairie
Bringing back the fishes swimming in the sea
The children of the colonies got a different tale to
tell
I'm going down to the city, tell my folks I'm doing
well
Are you going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Going to the party? (Are you going?)
Going to the Boston Tea Party? (Are you going to
the tea party?)
Are you going?
Are you going to the tea party?
Are you going?
Are you going to the tea party?
(Repeat to fade)
“Ship Ahoy” by the o”Jays
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy, yeah
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy.
They're coming by the hundreds
Coming by the thousands, too
Look over the horizon, see the sun
Shining down on you...
As far as your eye can see,
Men, women, and baby slaves
Coming to the land of Liberty,
Where life's design is already made.
So young and so strong
They're just waiting to be saved...
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
My-yyy
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Lord, I'm so tired
And I know you're tired too,
Look over the horizon, see the sun
Shining down on you...
We're just, we're just, we're just
We're just masts?
Riding on the waves...
the waves
we are
riding on the waves...
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy, yeah
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy. uh-huh
Can't you feel the motion of the ocean,
Can't you feel the cold wind blowing by?
There's so many fish in the sea,
We're just, we're just, we're just
We're just masts?
Riding on the waves...
the waves
we are
riding on the waves...
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy, now yeah
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!
Totin' that barge, lift that bail
Get a little something, gonna land in jail
Somebody bite the whip
I'm your master
And you're my slave
Uh-huh
And you're my slave
I'm your master
Look over there, what do you see
“Battle Of New Orleans” by Johnny Horton
In 1814 we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the
mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little
beans
And we caught the bloody British in a
town in New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept acomin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a
while ago
We fired once more and they begin to
runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
Mexico
We looked down the river
(And we see'd the British come
And there must have been a hundred of
'em
Beatin' on the drums
They stepped so high
And they made their bugles ring
We stood beside our cotton bales
And didn't say a thing
We fired our guns and the British kept acomin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was
a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to
runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
Mexico
Old Hickory said we could take 'em by
surprise
If we didn't fire our muskets
'Till we looked 'em in the eye
We held our fire
‘Till we see'd their faces well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns
And really gave 'em - well we
Fired our guns and the British kept acomin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was
a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to
runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
Mexico
“Battle Of New Orleans” by Johnny Horton
Yeah, they ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
Where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast
That the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
Mexico
We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted
down
So we grabbed an alligator and we
fought another round
We filled his head with cannon balls, and
powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off
the gator lost his mind
We fired our guns and the British kept acomin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was
a while ago
We fired once more and they begin to
runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
Mexico
Yeah, they ran through the briars
And they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes
Where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast
That the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of
Mexico
Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Sound off, three-four
Hut-two-three-four
Hut-two-three-four.
“My Country 'Tis of Thee” (America)
Written by Samuel Francis Smith
My country tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died!
Land of the Pilgrim's pride!
From every mountain side,
Let freedom ring!
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet freedom's song.
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.
Not sung in the song
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love.
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed
hills;
My heart with rapture fills
Like that above.
Our father's God to, Thee,
Author of liberty,
To Thee we sing.
Long may our land be bright
With freedom's holy light;
Protect us by Thy might,
Great God, our King!
Sung by Kelly Clarkson
“Battle Hymn Of The Republic”
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the
Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of
Wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible
Swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
CHORUS
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling
Camps;
They have building Him an altar in the evening dews
and
Damps;
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and
flaring
Lamps;
His day is marching on.
CHORUS
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never
call
Retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His
judgement
Seat;
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubliant,
My feet!
Our God is marching on.
CHORUS
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Since God is marching on.
CHORUS
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
His day is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across
the
Sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and
me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make
men free,
While God is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of
steel;
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace
shall
Deal;
Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his
heel,
Since God is marching on."
CHORUS
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
Glory, glory! Hallelujah!
While God is marching on.
“1913 Massacre” by Woody Guthrie
Take a trip with me in 1913,
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
I will take you to a place called Italian Hall,
Where the miners are having their big Christmas
ball.
I will take you in a door and up a high stairs,
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,
I will let you shake hands with the people you see,
And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas
tree.
You ask about work and you ask about pay,
They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day,
Working the copper claims, risking their lives,
So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and
wives.
There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,
And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,
Before you know it you're friends with us all,
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree
lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear all this fun you would not realize,
That the copper boss' thug men are milling outside.
The copper boss' thugs stuck their heads in the
door,
One of them yelled and he screamed, "there's a
fire,"
A lady she hollered, "there's no such a thing.
Keep on with your party, there's no such thing."
A few people rushed and it was only a few,
"It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you,"
A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down,
But the thugs held the door and he could not get
out.
And then others followed, a hundred or more,
But most everybody remained on the floor,
The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous
joke,
While the children were smothered on the stairs by
the door.
Such a terrible sight I never did see,
We carried our children back up to their tree,
The scabs outside still laughed at their spree,
And the children that died there were seventy-three.
The piano played a slow funeral tune,
And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they cried and the miners they
moaned,
"See what your greed for money has done."
“God Bless American” sung by Katie Smith
God bless America,
Land that I love,
Stand beside her and guide
her
Thru the night with a light
from above;
From the mountains, to the
prairies,
To the oceans white with
foam,
God bless America,
My home, sweet home.
God bless America,
My home, sweet home.
Written by
Irving Berlin
“America the Beautiful”
Written by Katharine
Lee Bates
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for halcyon skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the enameled plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till souls wax fair as earth and air
And music-hearted sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet
Whose stern impassioned stress
A thoroughfare of freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
O beautiful for pilgrims feet,
Whose stem impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till paths be wrought through
wilds of thought
By pilgrim foot and knee!
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for glory-tale
Of liberating strife
When once and twice,
for man's avail
Men lavished precious life!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till selfish gain no longer stain
The banner of the free!
O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
Till nobler men keep once again
Thy whiter jubilee!
“Belsen Was A Gas” Sung by Sex Pistols
Belsen was a gas I heard the
other day
In the open graves where the
jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were
here
They wrote on postcards to
those held dear
So bad
Belsen was a gas I heard the
other day
In the open graves where the
jews all lay
Life is fun and I wish you were
here
They wrote on postcards to
those held dear
Oh dear
Oh dear
Sergeant major's on the march
Wash their bodies in the starch
See them all die one by one
Guess it's dead, guess it's glad
Be a man, Be a man
Belsen was a gas
Be a man, kill someone
Kill yourself, be a man
Be someone, kill someone
Be a man, kill yourself
“Never Again” by Remedy
Feel this,
To all those races, colors, and creeds, every
man bleeds for the
Countless victims and all their families of
The murdered, tortured and slaved, raped,
robbed and persecuted
Never again, to the men, women, and
children.
Who died in their struggle to survive, never
to be forgotten.
Reuven ben menachum,
Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and
loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived for
Families cried, there's no where to run to, no
where to hide
Tossed to the side, access denied
Six million died for what? Yo a man shot
dead in his back
Helpless women and children under
constant attack
For no reason, till the next season, and we
still bleeding
Yo it's freezing, and men burn in hell, some
for squeezing
No hope for a remedy, nothing to believe
Moving targets who walk with the star in
their sleeve
Forever marked with a number, tattooed to
your body
Late night, eyes closed, clutched to my
shotty
Having visions, flashes of death camps and
prisons, no provisions
Deceived by the devils decisions, forced into
a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who
were brave
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken,
it's too late
Everything's been taken, I'm shaken, family,
history, the making
Never again shall we march like sheep to the
slaughter
Never again shall we sit and take orders
Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name
Raped of our freedom and thrown into the
flames
Forced from our families, taken from our
homes
Moved from our god then burned of our
bones
Never again, never again, shall we march
like sheep to the slaughter
Leave our sons and daughters, stripped of
our culture
“Never Again” by Remedy
Robbed of our name
Raped of our freedom and thrown into the
flames
Forced from our families, taken from our
homes
Moved from our god and everything we own
Some fled through the rumors of wars
But most left were dead, few escaped to the
shores
With just one loaf of bread, banished, hold in
for questioning
And vanished, never to be seen again, I
can't express the pain
That was felt in the train to Auschwitz, tears
poured down like rain
Naked face to face, with the master race,
hatred blood and David
My heart belongs to God and stay sacred
Rabbi's and priests, disabled individuals
The poor, the scholars all labeled common
criminals
Mass extermination, total annihilation
Shipped into the ghetto and prepared for
liquidation
Tortured and starved, innocent experiments
Stripped down and carved up or gassed to
death
The last hour, I smelled the flowers
Flashbacks of family then sent to the
showers
Powerless undressed, women with babies
clumped tight to their chest
Crying, who would've guessed, dying,
another life lost
Count the cost, another body gas burned
and tossed in the holocaust
Never again shall we march like sheep to
the slaughter
Never again shall we sit and take orders
Stripped of our culture, robbed of our name
Raped of our freedom and thrown into the
flames
Forced from our families, taken from our
homes
Moved from our god then burned of our
bones
Never again, never again, shall we march
like sheep to the slaughter
Leave our sons and daughters, stripped of
our culture
Robbed of our name
Raped of our freedom and thrown into the
flames
Forced from our families, taken from our
homes
Never again, never again
The final solution is now retribution
“Zoot Suit Riot” by Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Who's that whisperin' in the trees?
It's two sailors and they're on leave
Pipes and chains and swingin' hands
Who's your daddy? Yes I am
Fat cat came to play
Now he can't run fast enough
You'd best stay away
When the pushers come to shove
Zoot suit riot
(Riot)
throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot
(Riot)
Pull a comb through your coal black hair
Zoot suit riot
(Riot)
Zoot suit riot
(Riot)
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot
(Riot)
Pull a comb through your coal black hair
You're in a Zoot suit riot
You're in a Zoot suit riot
You're in a Zoot suit riot
(random gibberish)
Oh you got me in a sway
and I want to swing you done
Now you sailors know
Where your women come for love
Zoot suit riot
(Riot)
throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot
(Riot)
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot (Riot)
Pull a comb through your coal black hair
Blow Daddy!
Pull a comb through your coal black hair
Zoot suit rio (Riot)
A whipped up jitterbuggin' brown eyed man
A stray cat frontin' up an eight-piece band
Cut me Sammy and you'll understand
In my veins hot music ran
Throw back a bottle of beer
Zoot suit riot (Riot)
Pull a comb through your coal black hair
You got me in a sway
and I want to swing you done
Now you sailors know
Where your women come for love
You're in a Zoot suit riot
You're in a Zoot suit riot
You're in a Zoot suit riot
“The Longest Day” by Iron Maiden
In the gloom the gathering storm abates
In the ships gimlet eyes await
The call to arms to hammer at the gates
To blow them wide throw evil to its fate
All summers long the drills to build the
machine
To turn men from flesh and blood to steel
From paper soldiers to bodies on the beach
From summer sands to Armageddon's reach
Overlord, your master not your god
The enemy coast dawning Grey with scud
These wretched souls puking, shaking fear
To take a bullet for those who sent them
here
The world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flame
No escape, remorseless shrapnel rains
Drowning men no chance for a warrior's fate
A choking death enter hell's gate
Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire,
And we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
With the blood of the dead
But I'm still alive, pray to God I survive
[Chorus x2:]
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
The rising dead, faces bloated torn
They are relieved, the living wait their turn
Your number's up, the bullet's got your name
You still go on, to hell and back again
Valhalla waits, valkyries rise and fall
The warrior tombs, lie open for us all
A ghostly hand reaches through the veil
Blood and sand, we will prevail
Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of the wire,
And we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
With the blood of the dead
But I'm still alive, pray to God I survive
[Chorus x 4]
“Enola Gay” by OMD
Enola Gay, you should have
stayed at home yesterday
Oho it can't describe the feeling
and the way you lied
These games you play, they're
gonna end it all in tears someday
Oho Enola Gay, it shouldn't ever
have to end this way
It's 8:15, that's the time that it's
always been
We got your message on the
radio, condition's normal and
you're coming home
Enola Gay, is mother proud of little
boy today
Oho, this kiss you give, it's never
ever gonna fade away
Enola Gay, it shouldn't ever have
to end this way
Oho Enola Gay, it should've
faded our dreams away
It's 8:15, oh that's the time that
it's always been
We got your message on the
radio, condition's normal and
you're coming home
Enola Gay, is mother proud of
little boy today
Oho, this you give, it's never
ever gonna fade away
“Black Day In July” by Gordon Lightfoot
Black day in July
Motor city madness has touched the countryside
And through the smoke and cinders
You can hear it far and wide
The doors are quickly bolted
And the children locked inside
Black day in July
Black day in July
And the soul of Motor City is bared across the
land
As the book of law and order is taken in the hands
Of the sons of the fathers who were carried to this
land
Black day in July
Black day in July
In the streets of Motor City is a deadly silent
sound
And the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon
the ground
Upon the filthy pavement
No reason can be found
Black day in July
Black day in July
Motor City madness has touched the countryside
And the people rise in anger
And the streets begin to fill
And there's gunfire from the rooftops
And the blood begins to spill
Black day in July
In the mansion of the governor
There's nothing that is known for sure
The telephone is ringing
And the pendulum is swinging
And they wonder how it happened
And they really know the reason
And it wasn't just the temperature
And it wasn't just the season
Black day in July
Black day in July
Motor City's burning and the flames are
running wild
They reflect upon the waters of the river and
the lake
And everyone is listening
And everyone's awake
Black day in July
Black day in July
The printing press is turning
And the news is quickly flashed
And you read your morning paper
And you sip your cup of tea
And you wonder just in passing
Is it him or is it me
“Black Day In July” by Gordon Lightfoot
Black day in July
In the office of the President
The deed is done the troops are sent
There's really not much choice you
see
It looks to us like anarchy
And then the tanks go rolling in
To patch things up as best they can
There is no time to hesitate
The speech is made the dues can wait
Black day in July
Black day in July
The streets of Motor City now are quiet
and serene
But the shapes of gutted buildings
Strike terror to the heart
And you say how did it happen
And you say how did it start
Why can't we all be brothers
Why can't we live in peace
But the hands of the have-nots
Keep falling out of reach
Black day in July
Black day in July
Motor city madness has touched the
countryside
And through the smoke and cinders
You can hear it far and wide
The doors are quickly bolted
And the children locked inside
Black day in July
Black day in July
“Brighter Than a Thousand Suns” By Iron Maiden
We are not the sons of God
We are not his chosen people now
We have crossed the path he trod
We will feel the pain of his beginning
Whatever would Robert have said to his God
About he made war with the Sun
E equals MC squared, you can't relate
How we made God with our hands
Shadow fingers rise above
Iron fingers stab the desert sky
Oh behold the power of the Earth.
Are your children ready for the fall?
All nations are rising
Through acid bells of love and hate
Chain medals of Satan
Uncertainty led us all to this
Locking hands together well
Raze a city, build a living hell
Join the race to suicide
Listen for the tolling of the bell
All nations are raising
Through acid bells of love and hate
Confusion and Fury
Out of the the universe, a strange light is born
Unholy union, trinity reformed
This body carried em' down in vain
I was preaching of a small pray
In the bunker where we'll die
We're the executioners that lie
Yellow sun it's evil twin
in the black the winds deliver him
We will sleep to souls within
At a siege a nuclear gust is riven
Out of the the universe, a strange light is born
Unholy union, trinity reformed
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousand suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousand suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousand suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousand suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousand suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousand suns
Burying our morals and burying our dead
Burying our head in the sand
E equals MC squared, you can't relate
How we made God with our hands
Bombers launched with no recall
Minute warning of the missile fall
Take a look at your last day
Guessing you won't have the time to cry
Out of the the universe, a strange light was born
Unholy union, trinity reformed
Out of the darkness
Out of the darkness
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousands suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousands suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousands suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousands suns
Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousands suns
Holy father we have sinned
“4 June 1989” by Mary Carpenter
I told them we heard singing first before we
reached the Square
"Arise the wretched of the earth" filled the air
So many fists clenched to the sky we couldn't
count them all
But then the sea of weeping washed over the
Hall
I told them no one saw me, there was no one
who would know
I was an army soldier dressed in students
clothes
Between the smoking bonfires we held our
rifles high
As the ashes of the banners soared into the sky
Ah, I was seventeen that spring
Ah, we were just obeying orders
Ah, I still see everything
Through the factory's yellow windows
In the dirty stinking river
In the messages that find you then vanish in the
ether
They vanish in the ether:
I told them not to fear me but history tells the
tale
The artists and the poets fill up every jail
Before I held a rifle I held an artist's brush
Before Tiananmen I even dreamed of love
Ah, I was seventeen that spring
Ah, we were just obeying orders
Ah, I still see everything
Through the factory's yellow windows
In the dirty stinking river
In the messages that found me, then
vanished in the ether
In the messages that found me:.
I told them they'd see me walking in the rain
In Budapest, in Prague, in Soweto's lanes
Between the burning oil drums and the
graffiti on the wall
I told them, yes I told them, I told them all
Ah, I was seventeen that spring
Ah, we were just obeying orders
Ah, and I still see everything
Through the factory's yellow windows
In the dirty stinking river
In the messages that find us, then vanish in
the ether
Oh the messages will find us, then vanish in
the ether
Comparing the Different
views of 9/11 through Music
"You're Missing"
by Bruce Springsteen
Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall
Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the
chair
Papers on the doorstep, you're not there
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
But you're missing
Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the
den
Your house is waiting, your house is waiting
For you to walk in, for you to walk in
But you're missing, you're missing
You're missing when I shut out the lights
You're missing when I close my eyes
You're missing when I see the sun rise
You're missing
Children are asking if it's alright
Will you be in our arms tonight?
Morning is morning, the evening falls I have
Too much room in my bed, too many phone
calls
How's everything, everything?
Everything, everything
You're missing, you're missing
God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the
mailbox
I got dust on my shoes, nothing but
teardrops
“Rising”
Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my back's a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile line
Come on up for the rising
Com on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
Wearin' the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
Spirits above and behind me
Faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright
May their precious blood forever bind me
Lord as I stand before your fiery light
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
I see you Mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancin' in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line
Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life (a dream of
life)
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
Far Away by Sleater-Kinney
7:30am nurse the baby on the
couch
then the phone rings
"turn on the t.v."
watch the world explode in
flames
and don't leave the house
and the sky overhead
is silent, waiting
clear blue holds its breath
and the heart is hit
in a city far away
but it feels so close
don't breath the air today
don't speak of why you're
afraid
(standing here on a one way
road
and i fall down,
no other direction for this to go
so we fall down)
WHY CAN'T I GET ALONG
WITH YOU?
and the president hides
while working men rush in
to give their lives
i look to the sky
and ask it not to rain
on my family tonight