And tell me Over and over again my

You say you'll change the constitution Well you know We'd all love to change

Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies, too many empty words

Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves We tired of beating

Chorus: All across the nation such a strange vibration People in motion There's a

Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for

Now the labor leader's screamin' When they close the missile plants United Fruit screams

How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that

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And tell me Over and over again my friend You don't believe We're on the eve of destruction Mmm, no, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for four days in space But when you return it's the same old place The pounding of the drums, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace And you tell me Over and over again my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction Yeah my blood's so mad feels like coagulating I'm sitting here just contemplatin' I can't twist the truth it knows no regulation Handful of senators don't pass legislation And marches alone can't bring integration When human respect is disintegratin' This whole crazy world is just too frustratin' And you tell me Over and over again my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today? If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you boy But you tell me Over and over again my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction The eastern world it is exploding Violence flarin', bullets loadin' You're old enough to kill but not for votin' You don't believe in war but whats that gun you're totin'? And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin' “Eve of Destruction” By Barry Mc. Guire The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is rapidly fadin’ And the first one now will later be last For the times they are a-changin’ Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don’t criticize What you can’t understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is rapidly agin’ Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand For the times they are a-changin’ Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don’t stand in the doorway Don’t block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’ It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin’ Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won’t come again And don’t speak too soon For the wheel’s still in spin And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’ For the loser now will be later to win For the times they are a-changin’ Come gather ’round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You’ll be drenched to the bone If your time to you is worth savin’ Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin’ “The Times They Are A-Changin‘” by Bob Dylan

You say you'll change the constitution Well you know We'd all love to change your head You tell me it's the institution Well you know You better free your mind instead But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know it's gonna be alright [x 3] Alright [x 7] You say you got a real solution Well you know We'd all want to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well you know We're all doing what we can But if you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell you is brother you'll have to wait Don't you know it's gonna be alright [x 4] You say you want a revolution Well you know We'd all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well you know We'd all want to change the world But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out Don't you know it's gonna be alright [x 3] The Beatles – “Revolution” 1968 Chorus 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 Chorus What a field-day for the heat. A thousand people in the street singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side. Chorus There's battle lines being drawn. Nobody's right if everybody's wrong. Young people speaking their minds are getting so much resistance from behind. Chorus: I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down 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 Buffalo Springfield – “For What It’s Worth” 1967

Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies, too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh, let it never be again And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear Laid him in his grave when the victory was near While we waited for the future for freedom through the land The country gained a killer and the country lost a man Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies, too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh, let it never be again The killer waited by his home, hidden by the night As Evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight He slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side It struck the heart of every man when Evers fell and died Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies, too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh, let it never be again His name was Medgar Evers and he walked his road alone Like Emmett Till and thousands more whose names we'll never know They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies, too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh, let it never be again In the state of Mississippi many years ago A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime And the blood upon his jacket, left a brand upon his mind “Too Many Martyrs” By Phil Ochs

Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves We tired of beating our heads against the wall And working for someone else A look a'here, One thing more I got to say right here Now, we're people like the birds and the bees We rather die on our feet, Than keep living on our knees Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud Say it louder, I'm black and I'm proud Ooowee, ou're killing me Alright uh, you're out of sight Alright, so tough, you're tough enough Ooowee uh, you're killing me, oow Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, oowee I've worked on jobs with my feet and my hands But all the work I did was for the other man And now we demands a chance To do things for ourselves we tired of beating our heads against the wall And working for someone else Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, one more time Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, huh Look a'here, some people say we got a lot of malice Some say it's a lotta nerve I say we won't quit moving Til we get what we deserve We've been buked and we've been scourned We've been treated bad, talked about As just as sure as you're born But just as sure as it take Two eyes to make a pair, huh Brother, we can't quit until we get our share Uh, with your bad self Say it louder (I got a mouth) By James Brown "Say It Loud - I'm Black And I'm Proud" Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, hu Say it louder, I'm black and I'm proud , Lord I feel it Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud Say it louder, I'm black and I'm proud Oooow, oowee, you're killing me, alright Uh, outa sight, alright you're outa sight Ooowee, oh Lord, Ooowee, you're killing me Ooowee, ooowee, ow Say it louder, I'm black and I'm proud, let me hear ha', huh Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, hu Say it louder, I'm black and I'm proud Now we's demands a chance to do things for ourselves We're tired of beating our heads against the wall And working for someone else, hu Now we're our people, too We're like the birds and the bees, But we'd rather die on our feet, Than keep a'living on our knees Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud Say it louder, I'm black and I'm proud, let me hear ya Say it louder, I'm black and I'm proud Uh, alright now, good Lord You know we can do the boog-a-loo Now we can say we do the Funky Broadway! Now we can do, hu Sometimes we dance, we sing and we talk You know I do like to do the camel walk Alright now, hu alright, Alright now, ha Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, hu Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud, Lord'a Say it loud, " I'm black and I'm proud, ooooh

Chorus: All across the nation such a strange vibration People in motion There's a whole generation with a new explanation People in motion people in motion Chorus: For those who come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there In the streets of San Francisco Gentle people with flowers in their hair If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there Scott Mc. Kenzie – “San Francisco” 1967 I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, but one thing you gotta see: That someone's gotta go over there and that someone isn't me. So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell Yeah, Kill me a thousand or so. And if you ever get a war without blood and gore I'll be the first to go. (chorus) I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back I'm allergic to flowers and bugs. And when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fits and I'm addicted to a thousand drugs. I got the weakness woes, and I can't touch my toes I can hardly reach my knees. And if the enemy came close to me I'd probably start to sneeze. Chorus: Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt. Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plant I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said: Phil Ochs – “Draft Dodger Rag” 1965

Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by night and day Courage peak from the Green Berets 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 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 marching anymore No, I ain't marching anymore 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 marching anymore 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 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 marching anymore Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret Back at home a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her his last request Chorus: Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret 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 marching anymore 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 marching anymore Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Sergeant Barry Sadler – “The Ballad of the Green Berets” 1966 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 marching anymore “I Ain't Marching Anymore” By Phil Ochs

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Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and bitter crop. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. “Strange Fruit Lyrics” By Billie Holiday Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies, too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh, let it never be again And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear Laid him in his grave when the victory was near While we waited for the future for freedom through the land The country gained a killer and the country lost a man Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies, too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh, let it never be again The killer waited by his home, hidden by the night As Evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight He slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side It struck the heart of every man when Evers fell and died Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies, too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh, let it never be again His name was Medgar Evers and he walked his road alone Like Emmett Till and thousands more whose names we'll never know They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down Too many martyrs and too many dead Too many lies, too many empty words were said Too many times for too many angry men Oh, let it never be again In the state of Mississippi many years ago A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime And the blood upon his jacket, left a brand upon his mind “Too Many Martyrs” By Phil Ochs

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 marching anymore No, I ain't marching anymore 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 marching anymore 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 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 marching anymore 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 marching anymore 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'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 marching anymore 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 marching anymore “I Ain't Marching Anymore” By Phil Ochs Chorus: All across the nation such a strange vibration People in motion There's a whole generation with a new explanation People in motion people in motion Chorus: For those who come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there In the streets of San Francisco Gentle people with flowers in their hair If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there Scott Mc. Kenzie – “San Francisco” 1967

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 That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do. 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. You fasten all 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. 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 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. Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks. By Bob Dylan “Masters of War” Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret Back at home a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her his last request Chorus Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by night and day Courage peak from the Green Berets Chorus: Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Sergeant Barry Sadler – “The Ballad of the Green Berets” 1966 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 over your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead. 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.