Greetings to all the ageing hippies partaking in TFBSG,
Here is a blog entry for you to explain how and why your track belongs to the category of a "protest song". Responses are completely optional, and may be as long or as short as you like. Any postings will be copied into the relevant TFBSG thread to be read by others.
If you aren't too drugged up and peaced out to follow instructions from "the man"(aka, me), please try and avoid posting in a way that will reveal your identity. You can submit your responses anonymously below.
Another one bites the dust.
ReplyDeleteSince I assume most here do not speak Spanish here are the lyrics translated in English to Plegaria a un labrador/Prayer To A Worker.
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Stand up, look at the mountains
Source of the wind, the sun, the water
You, who change the course of rivers,
Who, with the seed, sow the flight of your soul,
Stand up, look at your hands,
Give to your hand to your brother so you can grow.
We'll go together, united by blood,
Today is the day
We can make the future.
Deliver us from the master
who keeps us in misery.
The kingdom of justice and equality come.
Blow, like the wind blows
the wild flowers of the mountain pass.
Clean the barrel of my gun like fire
They will be done at last on earth
Give us your strength and courage to struggle.
Blow, like the wind blows
the wild flowers of the mountain pas
Clean the barrel of my gun like fire
Stand up, look at your hands,
Give to your hand to your brother so you can grow.
We'll go together, united by blood,
Now and in the hour of our death.
Amen.
Redemption Song - Johnny Cash & Joe Strummer
ReplyDeleteI like the song.
Gogol Bordello - Immigraniada (We Comin' Rougher)
ReplyDeleteA song which addresses one of the most sensitive issues of the modern world - "No human being is illegal!"
Here are the lyrics:
Immigrada immigraniada
Immigrada immigraniada-da
Immigrada immigraniada
We're coming rougher every time
We're coming rougher
We're coming rougher
We're coming rougher every time
Immigrada immigraniada
Immigrada immigraniada-da
Immigrada immigraniada
We're coming rougher every time
In corridors full of tear gas
Our destinies jammed every day
Like deleted scenes from Kafka
Flushed down the bureaucratic drain
But if you give me the invitation
To hear the bells of freedom chime
To hell with your double standards
We're coming rougher every time
We're coming rougher
We're coming rougher
We're coming rougher every time
Immigrada immigraniada
Immigrada immigraniada-da
Immigrada immigraniada
We're coming rougher every time
All those who made it and quickly jaded
To them we got nothing to say
Our immigrada, immigraniada
For them it's Don Quixote's kind of way
But if you give me the invitation
To hear the bells of freedom chime
To hell with your double standards
We're coming rougher every time
We're coming rougher
We're coming rougher
We're coming rougher every time
We're coming rougher every time
Immigrada immigraniada
Immigrada immigraniada-da
Immigrada immigraniada
We're coming rougher every time
Frozen eyes, sweaty back
My family's sleeping on a railroad track
All my life I pack/unpack
But man I got to earn this buck
I gotta pay representation
To be accepted in a nation
Where after efforts of a hero
Welcome start again from zero
It's a book of our true stories
True stories that can't be denied
It's more than true it actually happened
It's more than true it actually happened
It's more than true it actually happened
We're coming rougher every time
Rougher every time
We're coming rougher every time
Immigrada immigraniada
Immigrada immigraniada-da
Immigrada immigraniada
We're coming rougher every time
Immigrada immigraniada
Immigrada immigraniada-da hey hey
We're coming rougher every time
Herbie Hancock feat. The Chieftains, Toumani Diabaté and Lisa Hannigan - The Times They Are A'Changin'
ReplyDelete"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'."
What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Dylan knew that, even if his followers didn't. 50 years on the young Turks of the sixties are mostly dead or irrelevant. Even the song has changed beyond recognition. Which is perfect:)
I love Bananarama <3
ReplyDeleteme too lol
DeleteYASSS
DeleteSia - Elastic Heart
ReplyDeleteSia is a rebel because she hides her face in protest against beautiful people.
Y La Bamba - Dialect of Faith
ReplyDeleteI find the Choose your nation lyric to be very powerful. I find it's telling the sort of moral fight many young Mexican-Americans have amongst their modern 'American' upbringing, and the ritualistic culture of a traditional Mexican Catholic household.