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Post by Arjan Hut on Jul 13, 2021 13:27:06 GMT -5
Phil Ochs - That was the president (1965)
The bullets of the false revenge have struck us once again As the angry seas have struck upon the sand And it seemed as though a friendless world had lost itself a friend That was the President and that was the man
I still can see him smiling there and waving at the crowd As he drove through the music of the band And never even knowing no more time would be allowed Not for the President and not for the man
Here's a memory to share, here's a memory to save Of the sudden early ending of command Yet a part of you and a part of me is buried in his grave That was the President and that was the man
It's not only for the leader that the sorrow hits so hard There are greater things I'll never understand How a man so filled with life, even death was caught off guard That was the President and that was the man
Every thing he might have done and all he could have been Was proven by the troubled traitors hand For what other death could wound the hearts of so many men That was the President and that was the man
Yes, the glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain It's been carried over time and time again And to the list of honor you may add another name That was the President and that was the man That was the President and that was the man
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Post by Arjan Hut on Jul 13, 2021 13:31:30 GMT -5
Al Stewart - Nostradamus (1973)
In the east the wind is blowing the boats across the sea And their sails will fill the morning and their cries ring out to me
Oh, the more it changes, the more it stays the same And the hand just re-arranges the players in the game
Oh, I had a dream It seemed I stood alone And the veil of all the years Goes sinking from my eyes like a stone
A king shall fall and put to death by the English parliament shall be Fire and plague to London come in the year of six and twenties three An emperor of France shall rise who will be born near Italy His rule cost his empire dear, Napoloron his name shall be
From Castile does Franco come and the Government driven out shall be An English king seeks divorce, and from his throne cast down is he One named Hister shall become a captain of Greater Germanie No law does this man observe and bloody his rise and fall shall be
Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
In the new lands of America three brothers now shall come to power Two alone are born to rule but all must die before their hour Two great men yet brothers not make the north united stand Its power be seen to grow, and fear possess the eastern lands
Three leagues from the gates of Rome a Pope named Pol is doomed to die A great wall that divides a city at this time is cast aside These are the signs I bring to you To show you when the time is nigh
Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me Man, man, your time is sand, your ways are leaves upon the sea I am the eyes of Nostradamus, all your ways are known to me
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Post by Arjan Hut on Jul 26, 2021 9:48:29 GMT -5
Dead Kennedys are an American punk rock band that formed in San Francisco, California, in 1978. The band was one of the defining punk bands during its initial eight-year run. Dead Kennedys' lyrics were usually political in nature, satirizing establishment political figures (liberal and conservative) and authority in general, as well as popular culture and even the punk movement itself. During their initial incarnation between 1978 and 1986, they attracted considerable controversy for their provocative lyrics and artwork. Several stores refused to stock their recordings, provoking debate about censorship in rock music; in the mid-1980s, vocalist and primary lyricist Jello Biafra became an active campaigner against the Parents Music Resource Center. This culminated in an obscenity trial between 1985 and 1986, which resulted in a hung jury. The group released a total of four studio albums and one EP before disbanding in 1986. Following the band's dissolution, Biafra continued to collaborate and record with other artists including D.O.A., NoMeansNo and his own bands Lard and the Guantanamo School of Medicine, as well as releasing several spoken word performances. In 2000 (upheld on appeal in 2003), Biafra lost an acrimonious legal case initiated by his former Dead Kennedys bandmates over songwriting credits and unpaid royalties. In 2001, the band reformed without Biafra; various singers have since been recruited for vocal duties. Although Dead Kennedys have continued to perform live over the years, they have not released any new material since the release of their most recent studio album Bedtime for Democracy in 1986. (Wikipedia, retrieved 7-26-21) Ronald ReaganSan Francisco's Dead Kennedys made a career out of mentioning Reagan in songs like "Moral Majority", "We've Got a Bigger Problem Now," "Bleed for Me", and the track "Kinky Sex Makes the World Go Round", a spoken-word piece about World War III formatted as an erotic phone call between Margaret Thatcher and Reagan's fictitious Secretary of War. The band's 1986 studio album, Bedtime for Democracy, is a play on Reagan's film Bedtime for Bonzo and features a multitude of songs about Reagan. "Potshot Heard Round the World" is about US military actions in the Middle East, "with Reagans and Gaddafis cast as cartoon villains and heroes." Reagan plays the title role in the song, "Rambozo the Clown", a portmanteau of Sylvester Stallone's Rambo franchise and Bozo the Clown from children's daytime TV. The Dead Kennedys were done in by a lawsuit against their inclusion of H. R. Giger's Penis Landscape painting as an insert for the album Frankenchrist. Singer Jello Biafra was attracted to Giger's work as soon as he saw it, saying, "This picture is like Reagan America on parade." (Wikipedia, Ronald Reagan in Music, retrieved 7-26-21)
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Post by Arjan Hut on Aug 9, 2021 6:27:03 GMT -5
Christine Lavin - The Sixth Floor (1995)There are lots of children here Who do not understand They squirm in their parent's arms Reluctantly they hold their hands When they look out the windows All they see are city streets They don't like the videos They're black and white And have no beat There are people speaking Chinese Speaking Spanish too But most here look a lot like me You'd probably think they look like you A group of New Zealanders Just came through the door It's Wednesday afternoon in Dallas Here on the sixth floor Everyone remembers where they were That awful day The man in line behind me Says he was in high school Rehearsing a play The woman with him says She was on the cinder track When she heard the news And being here brings it all back We weave our way through memorabilia Hung up on the walls Campaign posters, photos of weddings And children running through those hallowed halls A brief display on Cuba and the VietNam War You can't help but wonder what might have been As you stroll around The sixth floor They show films here We've all seen on the news I turn my head When that limousine comes into view Instead I watch all these faces Looking on in shock Reliving our collective nightmare Turning back the clock I'm surprised to see the sixth floor Has become this tourist spot Where people from all walks of life Feel compelled to stop We look out the windows And feel our heartbeats race The cards below just come and go Ignore this infamous place
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Post by Arjan Hut on Aug 18, 2021 13:22:42 GMT -5
Mixing the assassination with a masturbation fantasy about Jackie Kennedy, the Misfits' Bullet is one of the most offensive songs I've encountered within the theme of this thread. Not for sensitive souls, the easily offended, etc. Part of the lyrics: Misfits - Bullet (1978)President's bullet-ridden body in the street Ride, Johnny ride Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete Ride, Johnny ride Johnny's wife is floundering Johnny's wife is scared Run, Jackie run Texas is an outrage when your husband is dead Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head Texas is the reason that the president's dead Misfits in 1978. Glenn Danzig (left) wrote the song Bullet. He would eventually solo. Other songs written by him would be recorded by Roy Orbison and Johnny Cash.
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Post by Arjan Hut on Nov 23, 2021 9:58:23 GMT -5
He was a Friend of Mine | The ByrdsThe Byrds included a reworded version of the folk-traditional "He Was a Friend of Mine" on their 1965 album Turn! Turn! Turn! In the band's version, the song's melody is altered and the lyrics are changed to lament the assassination of John F. Kennedy. The Byrds' lead guitarist Jim McGuinn rewrote the song's lyrics in late 1963 to give it a more contemporary slant and transform it into a eulogy for President Kennedy. McGuinn explained the origins of the song in an interview: "I wrote the song the night John F. Kennedy was assassinated. I suppose you could say it's one of the earliest Byrds songs. The arrangement used was as I'd always sung it. I just thought it was a good idea to include it on the Turn! Turn! Turn! album."Due to the extensively rewritten lyrics of the Byrds version, the officially registered songwriting credit for the song is "Traditional/new words and arrangement McGuinn". Following its appearance on the band's second album, the song would go on to become a staple of the Byrds' live concert repertoire, until their disbandment in 1973. The band also performed the song during their appearance at the Monterey Pop Festival on June 17, 1967, where band member David Crosby made controversial remarks alleging that Kennedy had not been killed by Lee Harvey Oswald
alone, but was shot from multiple directions. The Byrds' performance of "He Was a Friend of Mine" at Monterey was included in the 2002 The Complete Monterey Pop Festival DVD box set. In 1990, a reformed line-up of the Byrds, featuring McGuinn, Crosby, and Chris Hillman, re-recorded the song for The Byrds box set. ( Wikipedia, 11-23-21) He was a friend of mine He was a friend of mine His killing had no purpose No reason, or rhyme Oh, he was a friend of mine He was in Dallas town He was in Dallas town From a sixth floor window A gunman shot him down Oh, he died in Dallas town He never knew my name He never knew my name Though I never met him I knew him just the same Oh, he was a friend of mine Leader of a nation for such a precious time Oh, he was a friend of mine
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Post by Arjan Hut on Nov 25, 2021 10:27:35 GMT -5
Lou Reed originally released The Day John Kennedy Died on the album The Blue Mask in 1982.
I dreamed I was the president of these united states I dreamed I replaced ignorance, stupidity and hate I dreamed the perfect union and a perfect law, undenied And most of all I dreamed I forgot the day John Kennedy died
I dreamed that I could do the job that others hadn't done I dreamed that I was uncorrupt and fair to everyone I dreamed I wasn't gross or base, a criminal on the take And most of all I dreamed I forgot the day John Kennedy died
Oh, the day John Kennedy died Oh, the day John Kennedy died
I remember where I was that day, I was upstate in a bar The team from the university was playing football on tv Then the screen want dead and the announcer said, There's been a tragedy There's are unconfirmed reports the president's been shot And he may be dead or dying
Talking stopped, someone shouted, what I ran out to the street People were gathered everywhere saying Did you hear what they said on TV And then a guy in a porsche with his radio hit his born And told us the news He said, the president's dead, he was shot twice in the head In Dallas, and they don't know by whom
I dreamed I was the president of these United States I dreamed I was young and smart and it was not a waste I dreamed that there was a point to life and to the human race I dreamed that I could somehow comprehend that someone Shot him in the face
Oh, the day John Kennedy died
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Post by Arjan Hut on Dec 1, 2021 7:22:27 GMT -5
Gordon Lightfoot - In the prettiest time of her life (The Warner Brothers Demos 1964-1966)
In the prettiest time of her life The most wonderful years in her life No one must see her poor heart grieve In the prettiest time of her life The most wonderful years in her life
Well young man don't go to Dallas today Young man pay heed to what I say Pay heed lest her hopes and dreams be torn
Well in Dallas town there waits another man With different views and different plans Beware of him, a young life to spare
In the prettiest time of her life The most wonderful years in her life No one must see her poor heart grieve In the prettiest time of her life The most wonderful years in her life
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Post by Arjan Hut on Jan 6, 2022 11:29:27 GMT -5
John Lennon, God, John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band, 1970
I don't believe in Kennedy I don't believe in Buddha I don't believe in Mantra I don't believe in Gita I don't believe in Yoga I don't believe in Kings I don't believe in Elvis I don't believe in Zimmerman I don't believe in Beatles I just believe in me
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Post by Arjan Hut on Nov 29, 2022 9:38:06 GMT -5
"Thousands Are Sailing" is a song by The Pogues, released in 1988. The song is an Irish folk style ballad, written by Phil Chevron, and featured on The Pogues' album If I Should Fall from Grace with God. The setting is contemporary, making references to Brendan Behan, George M. Cohan, 'Dear old Time Square's favourite bard.', and "JFK" (John F. Kennedy). The speaker is in New York City with a companion, enjoying the relatively easier time of the modern immigrant. However, even here there is a dark note: "When I got back to my empty room, I suppose I must have cried."
The island, it is silent now But the ghosts still haunt the waves And the torch lights up a famished man Who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad? Did you rid the streets of crime? Were your dollars from the White House? Were they from the Five-and-Dime?
Did the old songs taunt or cheer you? And did they still make you cry? Did you count the months and years Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
"Ah, no", says he, "it was not to be On a coffin ship I came here And I never even got so far That they could change my name"
Thousands are sailing Across the western ocean To a land of opportunity That some of them will never see Fortune prevailing Across the western ocean Their bellies full Their spirits free They'll break the chains of poverty And they'll dance
In Manhattan's desert twilight In the death of afternoon We stepped hand in hand on Broadway Like the first man on the moon
And a blackbird broke the silence As you whistled it so sweet And in Brendan Behan's footsteps I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway Giving it our best regards Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen Dear old Times Square's favourite bard
Then we raised a glass to JFK And a dozen more besides When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried
Thousands are sailing Again across the ocean Where the hand of opportunity Draws tickets in a lottery Postcards we're mailing Of sky light skies and oceans From rooms the daylight never sees And lights don't glow on Christmas trees And we danced to the music And we danced
Thousands are sailing Across the western ocean Where the hand of opportunity Draws tickets in a lottery Where e'er we go, we celebrate The land that makes us refugees From fear of priests with empty plates From guilt and weeping effigies Still we dance to the music And we dance
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