Lyrics of rebelious songs

[RedCeltic]

I thought it would be interesting to start a thread where people could share song lyrics. there are many songs I know of that are probobly only known by my Irish brothers and sisters, and I'm sure there are many you know I don't.


James Connolly

Where oh where is our James Connolly?
Where oh where is that gallant man?
He´s gone to organise the union.
That working men might yet be free.

Where oh where is the Citizen Army?
Where oh where are those fighting men?
They´ve gone to join the Great Rebellion,
And break the bonds of slavery.

And who´ll be there to lead the van?
Oh who´ll be there to lead the van?
Who should be there but our James Connolly,
The hero of each working man.

Who carries high that burning flag?
Who carries high that burning flag?
'Tis our James Connolly all pale and wounded,
Who carries high our burning flag.

They carried him up to the jail.
They carried him up to the jail.
And there they shot him one bright May morning,
And quickly laid him in his grave.

Who mourns now for our James Connolly?
Who mourns for the fighting man?
Oh lay me down in yon green garden,
And make my bearers Union men.

We laid him down in yon green garden,
With Union men on every side,
And swore we´d make one mighty Union,
And fill that gallant man with pride.

Now all you noble Irishmen,
Come join with me for liberty.
And we will forge a mighty weapon,
And smash the bonds of slavery!

[RedCeltic]

A Rebel Song
by: James Connolly


Come workers, sing a rebel song, a song of love and hate,
Of love unto the lowly, and of hatred to the great
The great who trod our fathers down, who steal our childrens bread,
Whose hand of greed is stretched to rob the living and the dead

Then sing our rebel song, as we proudly sweep along
To end the age-long tyranny that makes for human tears
Our march is nearer done with each setting of the sun,
And the tyrants might is passing with the passing of the years.

We sing no song of wailing, and no song of sights or tears,
High are our hopes and stout our hearts, and banished all our fears
Our flag is raised above us so that all the world may see
'Tis Labour's faith and Labours arm alone can labour free.

Out from the depths of misery we march with hearts aflame,
With wrath against the rulers false who wreck our menhoods name
The serf who licks his tyrants rod may bend forgiving knee.
The slave who breaks his slaverys chain a wrathful man must be.

Our army marches onward with its face towards the dawn,
In trust secure in that one thing the slave may lean upon,
The might within the arm of him who, knowing freedom's worth,
Strikes home to banish tyranny from off the face of earth

[RedCeltic]

The following song is about an 18th century Irish rebelion started by a Roman Catholic priest....the song always brings a tear to my eye.

Boulavogue
by: Patrick Joseph McCall

At Boulavogue as the sun was setting on the bright May meadows of Shelmaliar
A rebel hand set the heather blazing and brought the neighbours from far and near
Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack spurred up the rocks with a warning cry
"Arm, arm", he cried, "for I've come to lead you, for Irelands freedom we'll fight or die"

He led us on 'gainst the coming soldier, the cowardly yeomen we put to flight
'Twas at the Harra the boys of Wexford showed Bookies' reg'ment how men could fight
Look out for hirelings, King George of England, search ev'ry country where breathes a slave
For Father Murphy from the county Wexford sweeps o'er the land like a mighty wave

At Vinegar Hill o'er the pleasant Slaney our heroes vainly stood back to back
And the Yoes at Tullow took Father Murphy and they burned his body upon the rack
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy, and open heaven to all your men
For the cause that called you may call tomorrow in another fight for the green again







(Edited by RedCeltic at 10:37 am on Sep. 6, 2001)

[Ignore The Machines]

Here's the lyrics for pro-Anarchy unit Refused (R.I.P.), and their track 'The Deadly Rhythm (of the production line)'

The Deadly Rhythm (of the production line)
by Refused

This union that made us powerless is talking over our heads.
Claiming prosperity in a downward spiral plan
Stuck by the deadly rhythm of the production line.
This power that made us unionless is taking out of our hands.
Cheapest labour at our expensive cost, auctioned our lives away.
We consume our lives like we are thankful for what we are being forced into.

Is it our duty to die for governments and for gods?
Is it our privilege to slave for market and industry?
Is it our right to follow laws set to scare and to oppress?
Is it our gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame?

We can no longer pay the price. We'll get organized.
We will no longer believe that working for you will set us
free.

[Ignore The Machines]

And also the lyrics to Refused's 'Worms of the Senses':

Worms of the Senses
by Refused

I got a bone to pick with capitalism and a few to break.
Grab us by the throat and shake the life away.
Human life is not commodity, figures, statistics or make believe.
And yeah I like eating excrement and not getting paid for it.

Play the guilt, play the fear and play the anxiety (x2)

Seduced by the opportunity and robbed of hope.
Human suffering is not commodity, figures, statistics or make believe.
Marginalise away the joy and sell us boredom.
And yeah I like working doing nothing and not making anything.

Blame the poor, blame the uneducated and blame the sick (x2)

[RedCeltic]

Hodiday In Cambodia
By: The Dead Kennedys
1980

So you been to school for a year or two
and you think you've seen it all
in daddy's car thinkin' you'll go far
back east your type don't crawl
play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz
on your five grand stereo
Bragin' that you know how the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul
It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself my dear

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough kid. but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star belly sneech you suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you ***** so you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you
Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers til you starve
Then your head is skewerd on a stake
Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son...

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
where you'll kiss ass or crack

(chant)Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot,Pol Pot etc.

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slum's got so much soul.

(Edited by RedCeltic at 10:22 pm on Sep. 6, 2001)

[RedCeltic]

This Dead Kennedys' song, although still relevent for today has to do with Dan White and Twinkie Gate of Nov. 27th 1978

I fought the Law (and I won)
By: The Dead Kennedys
1978

Drinkin' Beer in the hot sun
I fought the law and I won
I needed sex and I got mine
I fought the law and I won

The law don't mean shit if you've got the right friends
That's how this countery's run
Twinkies are the best friend I've ever had
I fought the law and I won

I blew George and Harvey's brains out with my six-gun
I fought the law and I won
Gonna write my book and make a milion
I fought the law and I won

I'm the new folk hero of the Ku Klux Klan
my cop friends think that's fine
You can get away with murder if you've got a badge
I fought the law
and I won
I am the law
so I won.



(Edited by RedCeltic at 10:52 pm on Sep. 6, 2001)

[Jurhael]

Shit! I didn't see this topic...okay, here's one:

I am the Rain

Too eager to appease
The cure is the disease
And it's only growing worse

Day by day it takes its hold
Divides its cells a thousandfold
And makes your blindness seem perverse

Out of sight and out of mind
Are deadly traits when they're combined
But it's easier that way

Sit and watch the world go by
While all the problems multiply
With nothing left to do but pray

CHORUS
I am the rain
Falling down to cover you
Wish me away
But I'm here for your own good
I am the storm
Sent to wake you from your dream
Show me your scorn
But you'll thank me in the end

These amenities are nice
But there is need for sacrifice
You must lose so you may gain

It's too easy to malign
The implements that steal our time
But it's we who are to blame

Fill your pockets while you can
And try to keep the upper hand
The voice of reason sounds so shrill

Surround yourself with all you own
Work your fingers to the bone
And happiness evades you still

(CH)

Too eager to appease
You've lost the forest for the trees
And it really is a shame

It is such a sorry sight
When you evaluate your life
You've only got yourself to blame

(CH)


Assemblage 23

[vox]

The Internationale

New lyrics by Billy Bragg

Stand up, all victims of oppression
For the tyrants fear your might
Don't cling so hard to your possessions
For you have nothing, if you have no rights
Let racist ignorance by ended
For respect makes the empires fall
Freedom is merely privilege extended
Unless enjoyed by one and all

So come brothers and sisters
For the struggle carries on
The Internationale
Unites the world in song
So comrades come rally
For this is the time and place
The international ideal
Unites the human race

Let no one build walls to divide us
Walls of hatred nor walls of stone
Come greet the dawn and stand beside us
We'll live together or we'll die alone
In our world poisoned by exploitation
Those who have taken, now they must forgive
And end the vanity of nations
We've but one Earth on which to live

And so begins the final drama
In the streets and in the fields
We stand unbowed before their armour
We defy their guns and shields
When we fight, provoked by their aggression
Let us be inspired by life and love
For though they offer us concessions
Change will not come from above



The Marching Song Of The Covert Battalions

Billy Bragg

Here we are, seeking out the reds
Trying to keep the communists in order
Just remember when you're sleeping in your beds
They're only two days drive from the Texas border.

How can a country large as ours
Be scared of such a threat
Well if they won't work for us
They're against us you can bet
They may be sovereign countries
But you folks at home forget
That they all want what we've got
But they don't know it yet

We're making the world safe for capitalism

Here we come with our candy and our guns
And our corporate muscle marches in behind us
For freedom's just another word for nothing left to sell
And if you want narcotics we can get you those as well

We help the multi-nationals
When they cry out protect us
The locals scream and shout a bit
But we don't let that affect us
We're here to lend a helping hand
In case they don't elect us
How dare they buy our products
But still they don't respect us

We're making the world safe for capitalism

If you though the army
Was here protecting people like yourself
I've some news for you
We're here to defend wealth
Away with nuns and bishops
The Good Lord will help those that help themselves
I've some news for you
We're here to defend wealth

We're making the world safe for capitalism


Which Side Are You On?

Dropkick Murphys

Our father was a union man some day i'll be one too. The bosses fired daddy what's our family gonna do? Come all you good workers good news to you I'll tell of how the good old union has come in here to dewll.

Chorus: Which side are you on? Which side are you on?

My daddy was miner and I'm a miner's son and I'll stick with the union 'til every battles done.

They say in Marlan County there are no neutrals there you'll either be a union man or a thug for J.H. Blair

Oh workers can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can will you be a lousy scab or will you be a man? Don't scab for the bosses don't listen to their lies us poor folks haven't got a chance unless we organize.


I Ain't Marchin' Anymore

Phil Ochs


Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
But I ain't marchin' anymore

For I've killed my share of Indians
In a thousand different fights
I was there at the Little Big Horn
I heard many men lying
I saw many more dying
But I ain't marchin' anymore

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 sabre and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all

For I stole California from the Mexican land
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Yes I even killed my brother
And so many others
And I ain't marchin' anymore

For I marched to the battles of the German trench
In a war that was bound to end all wars
Oh I must have killed a million men
And now they want me back again
But I ain't marchin' anymore

(chorus)

For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When I saw the cities burning
I knew that I was learning
That I ain't marchin' anymore

Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants,
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore,
Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason,"
Call it "Love" or call it "Reason,"
But I ain't marchin' any more.

[RedCeltic]

Just to mix things up... this is a poem by Robert Burns writen in 1794.... the poem is about the battle of Bannockburn and is supposed to be Robert the Bruce king of Scots speaking to the band of Scots gathered there. If your not familiar with Scotch history, Bannockburn is the last battle depected in the movie Bravehart. They kind of half ass paraphrased this poem.. " you fought with Wallice now fight with me..."

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power--
Chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave!
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa',
Let him follow me!

By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!--
Let us do or die!

[Guest]

What we've built
on the backs
of every culture in our path
it's just started
welcome to the united states of the world
who's our god? it's the dollar
Can't you see the colors
bleed to one
you think we'd get enough
but we never do satisfy our thirst
what we call free trade is enslavement for the poor
no free rides on this train
you'll play by our rules just to compete
your resources your child labor
thanks for playing, it's all ours
for the dollar
-four hundred years

[celticsocialist]

Come out ye Black and Tans

I was born in a Dublin street where the loyal drums did beat
And those loving English feet they walked all over us
And every single night when Da would come home tight
He`d invite the neighbours over with this chorus

Come out yea black and tans
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wife how you won those medals down in Flanders
Tell her how the IRA made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killeshandra

[Kez]

does anyone know where revolutionary chants can be found?

Comrade Kamo

[RedCeltic]

Black '47
Larry Kirwan

Everything is still
Not a chicken not a body
Just an awful sickenin' silence roarin' in my ears
And the fog of death deepens and lies upon the land
An ould wan rolls over on her back
The grass stains all green upon her chin
I can still hear her keenin' and screamin' in the wind

God's curse upon you Lord John Russell
May your blackhearted soul rot in hell
There's no love left on earth
And god is dead in heaven
In the dark and deadly days of Black 47

God's curse upon you Lord Trevalian
May your great Queen Victoria rot in hell
'Til England and its Empire
Answer before heaven
For the crimes they committed in Black 47

Paudie says "c'mon now
Don't look back, she's not livin', she's a phantom
And she'll curse us if we look into her eyes"
Oh God, I must be dyin' - the fever's in me brain
For can't you see that pack of children up ahead
The beards of old men sproutin' from their chins
Can't you hear their screams of hunger on the wind

Oh darlin' Paudie save me
I think I'm sinkin' fast, me blood is boilin'
Don't let me die here in a ditch
If the hunger doesn't get me - the fever surely will
So Paudie picked me up and threw me 'cross his shoulders
He nursed me everyday 'til we reached Amerikay
Screamin' and shoutin' like a madman at the wind


(Edited by RedCeltic at 1:21 pm on Nov. 2, 2001)

[Derar]

though these guys r gone commercial , but once they were the best in the world !

Eye of the beholder - Metallica

Do You See What I See?
Truth Is an Offence
You Silence for Your Confidence

Do You Hear What I Hear?
Doors Are Slamming Shut
Limit Your Imaginations, Keep You Where They must

Do You Feel What I Feel?
Bittering Distress
Who Decides What You Express

Do You Take What I Take?
Endurance Is the Word
Moving Back Instead of Forward Seems to Me Absurd

Do You Fear What I Fear?
Living Properly
Truths to You Are Lies to Me

Do You Choose What I Choose?
More Alternatives
Energy Derives from Both the plus and Negative

Do You Need What I Need?
Boundaries Overthrown
Look Inside to Each His Own

Do You Trust What I Trust?
Me, Myself and I
Penetrate the Smoke Screen I See Through the Selfishlie

Doesn't Matter What You See
Or into it What You Read
You Can Do it Your Own Way
If It's Done Just How I Say

Independence Limited
Freedom of Choice Is Made for You My Friend
Freedom of Speech
Speech Is Words That They Will Bend
Freedom with Their Exceptions

Do You Know What I Know?
Your Money and Your Wealth
Your Silence Just to Hear Your Self

Do You Want What I Want?
Desire Not a Thing
I Hunger after Independence Lengthen Freedom's Ring


Independence Limited
Freedom of Choice Is Made for You My Friend
Freedom of Speech
Speech Is Words That They Will Bend
Freedom no longer frees you

[Chief Rebel Angel]

MESHUGGAH "corridor of chameleons"
Lyric:Tomas Haake

Corridor Of Chameleons
We're The Carriers Of A New Anomaly;
Fold,
Unfold.
Bend,
Shift Color.
Always Turning Our Backs To The Wind.
Deaf To The Inner Voices Screaming.
Purpose, Profit, Act Only To Gain.
Blistered Tounges From Licking Greedward.
Taste The Enemy.
Throw Up Their Means.
Swallow The Bits That Fit Your Needs.

Keep Your Eyes Searching In All Directions,
Scanning For Opportunities Off You Go.
Begin Your Climb.
Aim For The Topmost Twig Of Lies.

Put On A Shape To Pass Undisturbed.
Pick A Color To Blend With Surroundings.
Choose A Voice Suiting,
Appropriate For The Never Benignant Purpose.
Spin Your Eyes To Read The Court.
Smoothen Your Path Before The Start
Even Out,
Fill The Holes With The Toxic Clay Of Your Rotting Heart.

A Contagious Neuro-Ego-Disease.
A Virus Sticking To Liars.
We're The Self-Centered Fuel To Boost The New Strain Of Fire.
Adapting, Shifting, Lacking Opinion.
Our Numbers Exceeding The Billions.
Everly Walking Among Ourselves Down The Corridor Of Chameleons.

Continue Through The Skein Of Boughs,
Navigate To Keep You Straight On Track.
Make The Right Ramification-Turns.
Conceit Will Be Your Allied Guide.
Climb The Hierarchy Ladders Invisibly,
Veiled By The Canvas Of Putrid Dreams.
Every Obstacle Surmountable To The Clouded Vision You've Conceived.

Scan The Wall Of Truth For Cracks.
Your Prey: The Secrets Hiding Therein.
Feed Upon Its Nourishing Intestines To Bring You Forth In The "Game"
With Every Single Step Taken On The Road Of Games Called Success,
There's A Fee For Every Lie.
The Currency: Your Dissolving Integrity.
Will You Make It To The Top Of The Tree?
Is The Fortune There To Be Found?
Chameleons Are A Short-Lived Breed.
Maybe Fate Will Find You Dead On The Ground.

(Fate Will Tell.....)

[Paul]

"REDSKINS"
by Reverend Goat Carson (1999)

---------------------------------------
A lot of people don't understand,
they keep saying,
"Goat, why are you guys so sensitive,
about the, like, Washington Redskins?"

And, well, the story of that word "Redskins,"
that title, what that means,
is such a sad, is such a heavy story,
I said, well I must relay it,
but I gotta balance it.
And I've been thinking about my mama quite a lot lately,
and so I decided I'd just balance it out with her very favorite song.

So here it is, the story of Redskins and mama's favorite song.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
you make my happy,
when skies are blue
never knowing
how much I love you
please don't take my sunshine away.

Well you know the story of Andy Jackson
and his Indian Fighters.
Now Jackson devised the Indian Removal Act,
but his Indian Fighters had a very peculiar preoccupation,
and that was skinning the Indians on the battlefield.
They used to make pants, they'd be able to take an Indian
and skin him from the hip down and make themselves a pair of pants,
or they take, turn him over, start two strips, you know, from his neck
all the way down to his heel, and that'd be reins for their bridle.
This was of course to strike terror into people's hearts,
but it sort of became a joke.
And hence the phrase "Redskins."

The other night while I lay sleeping,
dreamed I held you in my arms.
Woke this morning, I was mistaken,
you know I hung my head and cried.

Well after making bounties on the Indians in all states,
which made it legal to hunt them basically,
a source of income, the skins then became more and more of a novelty,
quite collectible by the wealthy Easterners.
And the fascination got to such a terrifying point
that by the time of the Sand Creek Massacre,
in which the calvary massacred an encampment of Indians
who were flying the American flag,
and they were right where they were supposed to be on the reservation,
and the army surrounded them anyhow and cut them all down.
It was mostly old folks, women and children,
and so it wasn't much of a battle.
And of the 600 people that were killed that day,
eyewitnesses report not a single body survived mutilation.
Women's genitalias was cut and turned into hatbands,
their breasts into tobacco pouches,
the same thing with the men's testicles,
even the babies were skinned, the little boys and girls.

My sunshine, my only sunshine
you make me happy
when skies are grey
Never noticed how much I love you
please don't take my sunshine away

So back in the day calling an Indian a "Redskin"
was like calling an aligator a purse,
and considering the genocide policy of the government of the United States
a team like the Washington Redskins
is kind of like a team called the Auschwitz Lampskins

Ain't she sweet, just a-coming down the street,
Now I ask you very confidentially,
Ain't she sweet
Ain't she now
Look her over once or twice
Ask you very confidentially
Ain't she now
Just cast an eye
in her direction
oh me oh my
Ain't that perfection
I repeat
don't you think she's kinda neat
ask you very confidentially,
Ain't she sweet

[ProletariatRobot]

Wind Below - Rage Against the MachineWind Below

Flip this capital eclipse
Tha vocal tone has got em sweatin they own apocalypse
Yes, tha rebels of tha grains stand masterless
Tha masked ones cap one NAFTA commin with tha new disaster
And yes we in wit tha wind and tha Plan de Ayala kin
Coming back around again
Tha slave driver saliva, one night power turns
Them devils mouths dry, now Mexico burns
Here they come, one by one, the killers of the new frontier
Occupy, causing fear

The wind below
We in wit the wind below

Flip this capital eclipse
Them bury life wit IMF shifts, and poison lips
Yo they talk it, while slicing our veins so mark it
From tha fincas overseers, to them vultures playin markets
She ain’t got nothing but weapon and shawl
She is Chol, Tzotzil, Tojolobal, Tzeltal
The tools are her tools, ejidos and ovaries
She once suffocated, now through a barrel she breathes
She is the wind below

We in wit the wind below
She is the wind below

All the shareholders gonna flex, and try ta annex the truth
While the new trust gonna flex, and cast their image in you
G.E. is gonna flex and try and annex the truth
NBC is gonna flex and cast their image in you
Disney bought the fantasies and piles of eyes
And ABC’s new thrill rides of trials and lies
And while the gut eaters strain to pull the mud from their mouths
They force our ears to go deaf to the screams in the south

[Michael]

Pigs(Three Different Ones) - Pink Floyd

Big man,pig man,ha ha charade you are
You well heeled big wheel,ha ha charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Saying "keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down in the pig mine
You're nearly a laugh,you're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag,ha ha charade you are
You fucked up old hag,ha ha charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hat pin
And good fun with a hand gun
You're nearly a laugh,you're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry

Hey you,Whitehouse,ha ha charade you are
You house proud town mouse,ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tied lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?......! ......! ......!
You gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary you're nearly a treat,Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.

[Michael]

ORGASMATRON - MOTORHEAD

I am the one,Orgasmatron,the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony,my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant,clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery,of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount,paranoia the law
My name is called Religion,sadistic,sacred whore

I twist the truth,I rule the world,my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies,you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you,your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and rebel in your pain
And all my promises are lies,all my love is hate
I am the Politician,and I decide your fate

I march before a martyred world,an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days,of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood,I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny,I lead you to your grave
Your bones will built my palaces,your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars,the God of war,and I will cut you down.


------------------
Peace...

[celticsocialist]

Good shout Michael, I love that song. When I was 14 the band I was in played Orgasmatron at a gig at a local high school. I can safely say I didn`t have a clue as to what it was about.

[kevolution]

Ok comrades, heres a song I wrote myself the other day while taking a break from getting petition signatures... The Jim is of course the late great James Connolly "the hero of the working man" - I have no music for the song, but if theres anyone vreative out there who would like to make some, please let me know on [email protected] -

The Workers' Song (take one)

Oh workers were we,
In Nineteen Thirtheen,
We struck for our right,
Our right to be free

But beaten down
In the Dublin streets,
Many a worker
Did his maker meet

[chours]
And Jim said to me,
He said well son,
One day, one day,
Our day will come

Then Soldiers were we,
In Ninteen Sixteen,
Who Fought for our right,
Our right to be free

So we raised our rifles,
To the burning sky,
And vowed to keep
The Red Flame alight
And never to bow to
The Imperialists might

And Jim said to me,
He said well son,
I think, I think
Our day has come

We marched down the road
To the G.P.O.
Took the stand and
Made our demands

Break the chains
Of tyranny
So that working men
They may be free

And Jim said to me,
He said well son,
At last, at last
Our day has come

Beaten again
By the British Crown,
But they couldn't keep
The workers down

And as they took Jim away
I heard him say
Alas, alas
My day has come

We lost the battle,
Still treated like cattle,
Still fighting the fight,
In Two Thousand and One
Despite what they say,
They still haven't won!!!

And now and then
When I crane my ear
Above the noise I
Can just about hear

Jim saying to me,
Now look here son,
The battle and war
Are ours to be won

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Ok I know the layout and riddim are a bit messy, but its a start...

[Son of Scargill]

INVASION by CHUMBAWAMBA

The first world's got greedy,we're consuming it all
The third world's got hunger and military control
This unequal balance is a master-plan
One gets rich from the others land

They've got it all worked out,and we give our consent.

They've got it all worked out for Central America
They've got it all worked out for Africa
In our naivety we believe myths,and overconsume,
And give them our consent!

Dying in the shadow of the USA
"Let them eat bullshit,make the land pay"
Make a fast deal with the local elite
Then substitute cash-crops where once grew wheat
Build a cycle of dependance on a starvation diet
With food as a weapon,workers stay quiet
And multinational names have blood on their brands
From taking an interest in misused lands
Del Monte,Tate&Lyle,Ralston Purina
Coca-Cola,RTZ and Unilever
All packaging lifestyles for the glamourous west
Expand the company,exploit the rest

We are not isolated by distance
But by greed and our racist history
It's we who write this history
We who guard the money tree
We support the companies
We stole the colonies

And when the system starts to crack
We'll have to be ready to give it all back

Keeping the space between us all
Is how the west can keep control

With a mission and a chequebook,promising aid
Posing for the camera the United Nations man came
He talked of control and the terrible drought
And the way that the west would bail them out
Then he stopped smiling and talked conditions
Of mutual aid;of American wishes
Sending in aid with sewn-on strings
If they won't buy arms-then it's pulled back in
Feeding the world American style
Col.Sanders has an empire behind his smile
Back up the investments with a military regime
Then cleverly say"It's to keep the world free!"

But the multinational myths are beginning to fall
The poor don't want aid they want control
And if we really want to see the third world eat
We've got to see through the wrapping on the high street
Past the barriers of culture that dictate our lives
We're busy consuming as the other half dies
And the answers not a question of charity
Not while profit's still the top priority
So let the glossy shopfronts know what to expect
And you bosses of companies...............................
.........and the cycle of hungry children will keep on going round.........'til we burn the multinationals to the ground

[Michael]

21st CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN - KING CRIMSON

Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door
Twenty first century schizoid man

Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man

Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man

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Lucky you who caught them on the american tour with the Tool

[celticsocialist]

Parcel O`Rogues - Rabbie Burns

Fareweel tae a wir Scottish fame,fareweel oor ancient glory
Fareweel tae e`en wir Scottish name thats famed in martial story
noo Sark it runs to the Solway sands, the Tweed runs tae the ocean
Tae mark where Englands province stands
sic a parcel o` rogues in a nation

What force nor guile could not subdue, in many warlike ages
Is wrought now by a coward few, for hireling traitors wages
The English steel we could disdain,safe in valour`s
station
But English gold has been oor bain,
sic a parcel o` rogues in a nation

Oh would or could i hae seen the day, that treason thus befell us
My auld grey heid had lain in clay wi` Bruce or loyal wallace
Wi pith and power `til my last hour, Ill mak this declaration
We were bought and sold for English gold,
sic a parcel o`rogues in a nation.


More a poem than song but I have heard it sung and i like it.

[celticsocialist]

This is probably my favourite song in the world

The Fields of Athenrye

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling,
Michael they have taken you away
For you stole Travellyns corn
so the young might see the morn
Now the prison ship lies waiting in the bay

(chorus)

Low lie the fields of Athenrye, where once we watched the small freebirds fly
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing
Its so lonely round the fields of Athenrye

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you`re free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they ran me down
now you must raise our child with dignity

(chorus)

By a lonely harbour wall
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky.
Sure she`ll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
Its so lonely round the fields of Athenrye

(chorus)

When you hear 60,000 singing it at a football game it sends a shiver down your spine.

[Derar]

When a man lies he murders Some parts of the world.
These are the pale deaths which Men miscall their lives.
All this I cannot bear To witness any longer.
Cannot the kingdom of salvation Take me home .

[Xvall]

" In San Francisco you can be mayor at 18
But ya gotta be 26 to drive a cab

What goes on
Is not what we're told to see

Patrick Henry said "Give me liberty or death"
At the time he owned 65 slaves

The myth is real - Let's eat

Fake patriots say you can't burn the flag
But guess who whines the most
'bout having to pay taxes
To their country
Decay
Decline
Cover up
Refine
Dow Jones
Where's home
When everything we lean on
Is up for sale

Ad lady purrs, "Drink our liquor, you'll get laid"
Next billboard says, "Don't drink and drive"

What goes on is not what we're told to see
Panic! Panic! War on Drugs
But you can buy beer at gas stations

The Myth is Real - Let's Eat

Pagan priests first used perfume
To mask the smell of burning flesh
Back in ancient Rome
The statues were unscrewed
Leaders change - just replace the heads

Decay
Decline
Cover up
Refine
We are
In life
Roulette wheel
Or the ball inside

Anyone out there stopped to think
What our lives might be like today
If Karl Marx was as good a salesman
As Walt Disney

The bacon brought
You home to cook
The lobster lets
Itself get boiled
Looks too hard to climb
Out of the pot with all the crabs
Fear the unknown -
Who taught you that?

One hundred million trees a year
Get made into junk mail no one reads
What goes on is not what we're told to see

Half of all Americans don't read books
I'm one of them, but you're reading this

The Myth is Real - Let's Eat

General Robert E. Lee
Freed his slaves before Grant freed his
Brian Willson's legs
Severed by a train
The crew sues him for stress

Levis were once made of hemp *
From the marijuana plant
One acre makes four times more paper
Than an acre of trees

More protein than soy beans
Threat to logging companies
Du Pont and tobacco barons
Got it banned in '37

The world is made of connections
So many sheep in wolf's clothing
Scary times are never dull
How long before our empire falls

No one wants the Pentagon
Toilets for six hundred bucks
Japanese spend twice as much
On pinball as defense

Meanwhile concerned citizens
In Albany, Oregon
Try to ban a book
'Cos it makes fun of Santa Claus

We're told 80% of people like Bush in the polls
While only 15% believe he's in control
And 64% of lowans surveyed
Want to be reincarnated as themselves

Wowee... "

- Lyrics by Jello Biafra

[Kez]

yo kevolution, u probably want some ska punk music for ur lyrics

comrade kamo

[sirfrancis18]

System of a Down- Prison Song

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,

Following the rights movements
You clamped on with your iron fists,
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids,
Following the rights movements
You clamped on with your iron fists,
Drugs became conveniently
Available for all the kids,

I buy my crack, I smack my *****,
Right here in Hollywood,

Nearly 2 million Americans are incarcerated
In the prison system, prison system,
Prison system of the U.S.

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system. (for you and me to live in)

Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
You don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars
Against the new non-rich,
Minor drug offenders fill your prisons
You don't even flinch
All our taxes paying for your wars
Against the new non-rich,

I buy my crack, I smack my *****,
Right here in Hollywood,

The percentage of Americans in the prison system
Prison system, has doubled since 1985,

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system. (for you and me to live in)
For you and I, for you and I , for you and I.

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
For you and me,
Oh baby, you and me.

All research and successful drug policy show
That treatment should be increased,
And law enforcement decreased,
While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences,
All research and successful drug policy show
That treatment should be increased,
And law enforcement decreased,
While abolishing mandatory minimum sentences.

Utilizing drugs to pay for secret wars around the world,
Drugs are now your global policy,
Now you police the globe,

I buy my crack, I smack my *****,
Right here in Hollywood,

Drug money is used to rig elections,
And train brutal corporate sponsored
Dictators around the world.

They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison, (for you and me to live in)
Another prison system,
Another prison system,
Another prison system. (for you and me to live in)
For you and I, for you and I , for you and I.
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
They're trying to build a prison,
For you and me,
Oh baby, you and me

[sirfrancis18]

System of a Down- Deer Dance

Round, Round,

Circumventing circuses,
Lamenting in protest,
To visible police,
Presence sponsored fear,

Battalions of riot police,
With rubber bullet kisses,
Baton courtesy,
Service with a smile

Beyond the Staples Center you can see America,
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace,
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality,
Of plastic existence.

Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around.

Round, Round,

A rush of words,
Pleading to disperse,
Upon your naked walls, alive,
A political call,
The fall guy accord,
We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train,

Beyond the Staples Center you can see America,
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace,
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality,
Of plastic existence.

Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around.

Push them around,
A deer dance, invitation to peace,
War staring you in the face, dressed in black.
With a helmet, fierce,
Trained and appropriate for the malcontents,
For the disproportioned malcontents,
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well,
The little boy smiled it'll all be well,

Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around.
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Push the weak around,
Push the weak around,
Push the weak around,
They like to push the weak around.