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

What impact do songs have on social movements?

What is the historical context in which these songs are written and performed?

What makes a song effective in a cause?

Role of Music

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 landWe placed Baptismal fontsAnd an infinite number were baptizedAnd they called us "Carabi"Which means "Men of Great Wisdom"

Where are you going,And are you going anywhere?Where are you goingSend me a letter, if you go at all

Ahh, the salvation of souls,But wisdom we had notFor these people had neither King nor LordAnd bowed to no oneAnd they had lived in their own liberty

Where are you going,And are you going anywhere?Going in circlesGoing in circles, anywhere

I saw the newThe inconstant shifting of fortuneAnd now I write to youWords that have not been writtenWords from the New World

Tracing the circlesMoving across my eyesLying on a shipAnd gazing at the western skiesTracing lazy circles in the sky

Hey!

Wake Up!Wake Up!

Where are you going,And are you going anywhere?Where are you goingSend me a letter, if you go at all

It's such a delightTo watch them danceBe it sacrifice or romanceFree of all the things that we hold dearIs that clear, Your Excellency?

And I guess it's time to go butI gotta send you just a few more linesFrom the New World

Tracing the circlesMoving across my eyesLying on a shipAnd gazing at the western skiesTracing lazy circles in the sky

Tracing lazy circles in the skyTracing lazy circles

And the sky openedAnd we laid down our armorAnd we dancedNaked as theyBaptized in the rainOf 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 streetsThe Indians and the mountain men, well they are talking when they meetThe king has said he's gonna put a tax on teaAnd 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 heathAnd the president spits out the news, he's biting on wooden teethThem children of the colonies got a different tale to tellI'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 prairieBringing back the fishes swimming in the seaThe children of the colonies got a different tale to tellI'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, yeahShip Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!Ship Ahoy.

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...

Lord, I'm so tired And I know you're tired too, Look over the horizon, see the sun Shining down on you...

Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!Ship Ahoy, yeahShip 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 justWe're just masts?Riding on the waves... the waveswe areriding on the waves...

Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!Ship Ahoy, now yeahShip Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!

They're coming by the hundredsComing by the thousands, tooLook over the horizon, see the sun Shining down on you...

Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!My-yyyShip Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!

Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy! Ship Ahoy!

We're just, we're just, we're justWe're just masts?Riding on the waves... the waveswe areriding on the waves...

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 bailGet a little something, gonna land in jailSomebody bite the whipI'm your masterAnd you're my slaveUh-huhAnd you're my slaveI'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 MississipWe took a little bacon and we took a little beansAnd we caught the bloody British in a town in New Orleans

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they begin to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of MexicoWe looked down the river (And we see'd the British comeAnd there must have been a hundred of 'emBeatin' on the drumsThey stepped so highAnd they made their bugles ring

We stood beside our cotton balesAnd didn't say a thing

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'

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 surpriseIf we didn't fire our muskets'Till we looked 'em in the eyeWe held our fire

‘Till we see'd their faces wellThen we opened up our squirrel gunsAnd really gave 'em - well we

Fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they begin to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

“Battle Of New Orleans” by Johnny HortonYeah, they ran through the briars

And they ran through the bramblesAnd they ran through the bushesWhere a rabbit couldn't goThey ran so fast That the hounds couldn't catch 'emOn down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

We fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted downSo we grabbed an alligator and we fought another roundWe filled his head with cannon balls, and powdered his behindAnd when we touched the powder off the gator lost his mind

We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while agoWe 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 bramblesAnd they ran through the bushesWhere a rabbit couldn't goThey ran so fast That the hounds couldn't catch 'emOn down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico

Hut-two-three-fourSound off, three-fourHut-two-three-fourSound off, three-four Hut-two-three-fourHut-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!

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 fillsLike that above.

Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all the treesSweet freedom's song.Let mortal tongues awake;Let all that breathe partake;Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.

Our father's God to, Thee,Author of liberty,To Thee we sing.Long may our land be brightWith 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 ofWrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terribleSwift sword; His truth is marching on.

CHORUSGlory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circlingCamps; They have building Him an altar in the evening dews andDamps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaringLamps; His day is marching on.

CHORUSGlory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! His day 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 shallDeal; Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on."

CHORUSGlory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never callRetreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgementSeat; Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubliant, My feet! Our God is marching on.

CHORUSGlory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! Glory, glory! Hallelujah! Since God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across theSea, 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.

CHORUSGlory, 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 herThru 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” 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 pilgrim feet Whose stern impassioned stressA 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 heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self their country lovedAnd 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 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 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 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!

Written by Katharine Lee Bates

“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

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

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

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 ofThe murdered, tortured and slaved, raped, robbed and persecutedNever 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 mudPerished in my heart still cherished and lovedStripped of our pride, everything we lived forFamilies cried, there's no where to run to, no where to hideTossed to the side, access deniedSix million died for what? Yo a man shot dead in his backHelpless 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 believeMoving targets who walk with the star in their sleeve

Forever marked with a number, tattooed to your bodyLate night, eyes closed, clutched to my shottyHaving visions, flashes of death camps and prisons, no provisionsDeceived by the devils decisions, forced into a slaveDeath before dishonor for those men who were brave Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too lateEverything's been taken, I'm shaken, family, history, the making

Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughterNever again shall we sit and take ordersStripped of our culture, robbed of our nameRaped of our freedom and thrown into the flamesForced from our families, taken from our homesMoved from our god then burned of our bonesNever again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughterLeave our sons and daughters, stripped of our culture

“Never Again” by Remedy The last hour, I smelled the flowers

Flashbacks of family then sent to the showersPowerless undressed, women with babies clumped tight to their chest Crying, who would've guessed, dying, another life lostCount the cost, another body gas burned and tossed in the holocaust

Never again shall we march like sheep to the slaughterNever again shall we sit and take ordersStripped of our culture, robbed of our nameRaped of our freedom and thrown into the flamesForced from our families, taken from our homesMoved from our god then burned of our bonesNever again, never again, shall we march like sheep to the slaughterLeave our sons and daughters, stripped of our cultureRobbed of our nameRaped of our freedom and thrown into the flamesForced from our families, taken from our homes

Never again, never againThe final solution is now retribution

Robbed of our nameRaped of our freedom and thrown into the flamesForced from our families, taken from our homesMoved from our god and everything we own

Some fled through the rumors of warsBut most left were dead, few escaped to the shoresWith just one loaf of bread, banished, hold in for questioningAnd vanished, never to be seen again, I can't express the painThat was felt in the train to Auschwitz, tears poured down like rain

Naked face to face, with the master race, hatred blood and DavidMy heart belongs to God and stay sacredRabbi's and priests, disabled individuals

The poor, the scholars all labeled common criminalsMass extermination, total annihilationShipped into the ghetto and prepared for liquidationTortured and starved, innocent experimentsStripped down and carved up or gassed to death

“Zoot Suit Riot” by Cherry Poppin' Daddies

Who's that whisperin' in the trees?It's two sailors and they're on leavePipes and chains and swingin' handsWho's your daddy? Yes I am

Fat cat came to playNow he can't run fast enoughYou'd best stay awayWhen the pushers come to shove

Zoot suit riot(Riot)

throw back a bottle of beerZoot suit riot(Riot)

Pull a comb through your coal black hair

Zoot suit riot(Riot)

throw back a bottle of beerZoot suit riot(Riot)

Pull a comb through your coal black hairBlow Daddy!

A whipped up jitterbuggin' brown eyed manA stray cat frontin' up an eight-piece bandCut me Sammy and you'll understandIn my veins hot music ran

You got me in a swayand I want to swing you doneNow you sailors knowWhere your women come for love

Zoot suit riot(Riot)

Throw back a bottle of beerZoot suit riot(Riot)

Pull a comb through your coal black hair

You're in a Zoot suit riotYou're in a Zoot suit riotYou're in a Zoot suit riot

(random gibberish)

Oh you got me in a swayand I want to swing you doneNow you sailors knowWhere your women come for love

Zoot suit riot(Riot)

Throw back a bottle of beerZoot suit riot (Riot)

Pull a comb through your coal black hair

Zoot suit rio (Riot)

Throw back a bottle of beerZoot suit riot (Riot)

Pull a comb through your coal black hair

You're in a Zoot suit riotYou're in a Zoot suit riotYou're in a Zoot suit riot

“The Longest Day” by Iron Maiden In the gloom the gathering storm abates

In the ships gimlet eyes awaitThe call to arms to hammer at the gatesTo blow them wide throw evil to its fate

All summers long the drills to build the machineTo turn men from flesh and blood to steelFrom paper soldiers to bodies on the beachFrom summer sands to Armageddon's reach

Overlord, your master not your godThe enemy coast dawning Grey with scudThese wretched souls puking, shaking fearTo take a bullet for those who sent them here

The world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flameNo escape, remorseless shrapnel rainsDrowning men no chance for a warrior's fateA choking death enter hell's gate

Sliding we go, only fear on our sideTo the edge of the wire,And we rush with the tideOh the water is red,With the blood of the deadBut I'm still alive, pray to God I survive

[Chorus x2:]How long on this longest day'Til we finally make it throughHow long on this longest day'Til we finally make it through

The rising dead, faces bloated tornThey are relieved, the living wait their turnYour number's up, the bullet's got your nameYou still go on, to hell and back again

Valhalla waits, valkyries rise and fallThe warrior tombs, lie open for us allA ghostly hand reaches through the veilBlood and sand, we will prevail

Sliding we go, only fear on our sideTo the edge of the wire,And we rush with the tideOh the water is red,With the blood of the deadBut I'm still alive, pray to God I survive

[Chorus x 4]

“Enola Gay” by OMD Enola Gay, you should have

stayed at home yesterdayOho it can't describe the feeling and the way you liedThese games you play, they're gonna end it all in tears somedayOho Enola Gay, it shouldn't ever have to end this wayIt's 8:15, that's the time that it's always beenWe got your message on the radio, condition's normal and you're coming homeEnola Gay, is mother proud of little boy todayOho, this kiss you give, it's never ever gonna fade awayEnola Gay, it shouldn't ever have to end this way

Oho Enola Gay, it should've faded our dreams awayIt's 8:15, oh that's the time that it's always beenWe got your message on the radio, condition's normal and you're coming homeEnola Gay, is mother proud of little boy todayOho, 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 countrysideAnd through the smoke and cindersYou can hear it far and wideThe doors are quickly bolted And the children locked inside Black day in JulyBlack day in JulyAnd the soul of Motor City is bared across the landAs the book of law and order is taken in the handsOf the sons of the fathers who were carried to this land

Black day in JulyBlack day in JulyIn the streets of Motor City is a deadly silent soundAnd the body of a dead youth lies stretched upon the groundUpon the filthy pavementNo reason can be found

Black day in JulyBlack day in JulyMotor City madness has touched the countrysideAnd the people rise in angerAnd the streets begin to fillAnd there's gunfire from the rooftopsAnd the blood begins to spill

Black day in July

In the mansion of the governorThere's nothing that is known for sureThe telephone is ringingAnd the pendulum is swingingAnd they wonder how it happenedAnd they really know the reasonAnd it wasn't just the temperatureAnd it wasn't just the season

Black day in JulyBlack day in July Motor City's burning and the flames are running wildThey reflect upon the waters of the river and the lakeAnd everyone is listeningAnd everyone's awake

Black day in JulyBlack day in JulyThe printing press is turningAnd the news is quickly flashedAnd you read your morning paperAnd 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 PresidentThe deed is done the troops are sentThere's really not much choice you seeIt looks to us like anarchyAnd then the tanks go rolling inTo patch things up as best they canThere is no time to hesitateThe speech is made the dues can wait

Black day in JulyBlack day in JulyThe streets of Motor City now are quiet and sereneBut the shapes of gutted buildingsStrike terror to the heartAnd you say how did it happenAnd you say how did it startWhy can't we all be brothersWhy can't we live in peaceBut the hands of the have-notsKeep falling out of reach

Black day in JulyBlack day in JulyMotor city madness has touched the countrysideAnd through the smoke and cindersYou can hear it far and wideThe doors are quickly boltedAnd the children locked inside

Black day in JulyBlack 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

Shadow fingers rise above Iron fingers stab the desert sky Oh behold the power of the Earth. Are your children ready for the fall?

Locking hands together well Raze a city, build a living hell Join the race to suicide Listen for the tolling of the bell

Out of the the universe, a strange light is born Unholy union, trinity reformed

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 sunsOut of the darkness, brighter than a thousand sunsOut of the darkness, brighter than a thousand sunsOut of the darkness, brighter than a thousand sunsOut of the darkness, brighter than a thousand sunsOut 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

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

All nations are rising Through acid bells of love and hate Chain medals of Satan Uncertainty led us all to this

All nations are raising Through acid bells of love and hate Confusion and Fury

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

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 darknessOut of the darknessOut of the darkness, brighter than a thousands suns Out of the darkness, brighter than a thousands sunsOut of the darkness, brighter than a thousands sunsOut of the darkness, brighter than a thousands sunsOut 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 airSo many fists clenched to the sky we couldn't count them allBut then the sea of weeping washed over the Hall

I told them no one saw me, there was no one who would knowI was an army soldier dressed in students clothesBetween the smoking bonfires we held our rifles highAs the ashes of the banners soared into the sky

Ah, I was seventeen that springAh, we were just obeying ordersAh, I still see everythingThrough the factory's yellow windowsIn the dirty stinking riverIn the messages that find you then vanish in the etherThey vanish in the ether:

I told them not to fear me but history tells the taleThe artists and the poets fill up every jailBefore I held a rifle I held an artist's brushBefore Tiananmen I even dreamed of love

Ah, I was seventeen that springAh, we were just obeying ordersAh, I still see everythingThrough the factory's yellow windowsIn the dirty stinking riverIn the messages that found me, then vanished in the etherIn the messages that found me:.

I told them they'd see me walking in the rainIn Budapest, in Prague, in Soweto's lanesBetween the burning oil drums and the graffiti on the wallI told them, yes I told them, I told them all

Ah, I was seventeen that springAh, we were just obeying ordersAh, and I still see everythingThrough the factory's yellow windowsIn the dirty stinking riverIn the messages that find us, then vanish in the etherOh 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 allEverything is everythingEverything is everythingBut you're missing

Coffee cups on the counter, jackets on the chairPapers on the doorstep, you're not thereEverything is everythingEverything is everythingBut you're missing

Pictures on the nightstand, TV's on in the denYour house is waiting, your house is waitingFor you to walk in, for you to walk inBut you're missing, you're missingYou're missing when I shut out the lightsYou're missing when I close my eyesYou're missing when I see the sun riseYou're missing

Children are asking if it's alrightWill you be in our arms tonight?

Morning is morning, the evening falls I haveToo much room in my bed, too many phone callsHow's everything, everything?Everything, everythingYou're missing, you're missing

God's drifting in heaven, devil's in the mailboxI got dust on my shoes, nothing but teardrops

“Rising”Can't see nothin' in front of meCan't see nothin' coming up behindI make my way through this darknessI can't feel nothing but this chain that binds meLost track of how far I've goneHow far I've gone, how high I've climbedOn my back's a sixty pound stoneOn my shoulder a half mile line

Come on up for the risingCom on up, lay your hands in mineCome on up for the risingCome on up for the rising tonight

Left the house this morningBells ringing filled the airWearin' the cross of my callingOn wheels of fire I come rollin' down here

Come on up for the risingCome on up, lay your hands in mineCome on up for the risingCome on up for the rising tonight

Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

Spirits above and behind meFaces gone, black eyes burnin' brightMay their precious blood forever bind meLord as I stand before your fiery light

Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

I see you Mary in the gardenIn the garden of a thousand sighsThere's holy pictures of our childrenDancin' in a sky filled with lightMay I feel your arms around meMay I feel your blood mix with mineA dream of life comes to meLike 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 tonightSky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life (a dream of life)

Come on up for the risingCome on up, lay your hands in mineCome on up for the risingCome 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 couchthen the phone rings"turn on the t.v."watch the world explode in flamesand don't leave the house

and the sky overheadis silent, waitingclear blue holds its breathand the heart is hitin a city far awaybut it feels so close

don't breath the air todaydon't speak of why you're afraid(standing here on a one way roadand i fall down,no other direction for this to goso we fall down)WHY CAN'T I GET ALONG WITH YOU?

and the president hideswhile working men rush into give their livesi look to the skyand ask it not to rainon my family tonight