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Arlo Guthrie — “Alice's Restaurant” lyrics

This song is called Alice's Restaurant, and it's about Alice, and theRestaurant, but Alice's Restaurant is not the name of the restaurant,That's just the name of the song, and that's why I called the song Alice'sRestaurant.

You can get anything you want at Alice's RestaurantYou can get anything you want at Alice's RestaurantWalk right in it's around the backJust a half a mile from the railroad trackYou can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Now it all started two Thanksgivings ago, was on - two years ago onThanksgiving, when my friend and I went up to visit Alice at theRestaurant, but Alice doesn't live in the restaurant, she lives in theChurch nearby the restaurant, in the bell-tower, with her husband Ray andFasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot ofRoom downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,Seein' as how they took out all the pews, they decided that they didn'tHave to take out their garbage for a long time.

We got up there, we found all the garbage in there, and we decided it'd beA friendly gesture for us to take the garbage down to the city dump. SoWe took the half a ton of garbage, put it in the back of a red VWMicrobus, took shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headedOn toward the city dump.

Well we got there and there was a big sign and a chain across across theDump saying, "Closed on Thanksgiving." And we had never heard of a dumpClosed on Thanksgiving before, and with tears in our eyes we drove offInto the sunset looking for another place to put the garbage.

We didn't find one. Until we came to a side road, and off the side of theSide road there was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of theCliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pileIs better than two little piles, and rather than bring that one up weDecided to throw our's down.

That's what we did, and drove back to the church, had a thanksgivingDinner that couldn't be beat, went to sleep and didn't get up until theNext morning, when we got a phone call from officer Obie. He said, "Kid,We found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half a ton ofGarbage, and just wanted to know if you had any information about it." AndI said, "Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelopeUnder that garbage."

After speaking to Obie for about fourty-five minutes on the telephone weFinally arrived at the truth of the matter and said that we had to go downAnd pick up the garbage, and also had to go down and speak to him at thePolice officer's station. So we got in the red VW microbus with the

Shovels and rakes and implements of destruction and headed on toward thePolice officer's station.

Now friends, there was only one or two things that Obie coulda done atThe police station, and the first was he could have given us a medal forBeing so brave and honest on the telephone, which wasn't very likely, andWe didn't expect it, and the other thing was he could have bawled us outAnd told us never to be seen driving garbage around the vicinity again,Which is what we expected, but when we got to the police officer's stationThere was a third possibility that we hadn't even counted upon, and we wasBoth immediately arrested. Handcuffed. And I said "Obie, I don't think ICan pick up the garbage with these handcuffs on." He said, "Shut up, kid.Get in the back of the patrol car."

And that's what we did, sat in the back of the patrol car and drove to theQuote Scene of the Crime unquote. I want tell you about the town ofStockbridge, Massachusets, where this happened here, they got three stopSigns, two police officers, and one police car, but when we got to theScene of the Crime there was five police officers and three police cars,Being the biggest crime of the last fifty years, and everybody wanted toGet in the newspaper story about it. And they was using up all kinds ofCop equipment that they had hanging around the police officer's station.They was taking plaster tire tracks, foot prints, dog smelling prints, andThey took twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy photographs with circlesAnd arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what eachOne was to be used as evidence against us. Took pictures of the approach,The getaway, the northwest corner the southwest corner and that's not toMention the aerial photography.

After the ordeal, we went back to the jail. Obie said he was going to putUs in the cell. Said, "Kid, I'm going to put you in the cell, I want yourWallet and your belt." And I said, "Obie, I can understand you wanting myWallet so I don't have any money to spend in the cell, but what do youWant my belt for?" And he said, "Kid, we don't want any hangings." ISaid, "Obie, did you think I was going to hang myself for littering?"Obie said he was making sure, and friends Obie was, cause he took out theToilet seat so I couldn't hit myself over the head and drown, and he tookOut the toilet paper so I couldn't bend the bars roll out the - roll theToilet paper out the window, slide down the roll and have an escape. ObieWas making sure, and it was about four or five hours later that Alice(remember Alice? It's a song about Alice), Alice came by and with a fewNasty words to Obie on the side, bailed us out of jail, and we went backTo the church, had a another thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,And didn't get up until the next morning, when we all had to go to court.

We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-tenColour glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the backOf each one, sat down. Man came in said, "All rise." We all stood up,And Obie stood up with the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossyPictures, and the judge walked in sat down with a seeing eye dog, and heSat down, we sat down. Obie looked at the seeing eye dog, and then at the

Twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circles and arrowsAnd a paragraph on the back of each one, and looked at the seeing eye dog.And then at twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossy pictures with circlesAnd arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one and began to cry,'cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of AmericanBlind justice, and there wasn't nothing he could do about it, and theJudge wasn't going to look at the twenty seven eight-by-ten colour glossyPictures with the circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of eachOne explaining what each one was to be used as evidence against us. AndWe was fined $50 and had to pick up the garbage in the snow, but that's notWhat I came to tell you about.

Came to talk about the draft.[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/arlo-guthrie-alices-restaurant-lyrics.html ]They got a building down New York City, it's called Whitehall Street,Where you walk in, you get injected, inspected, detected, infected,Neglected and selected. I went down to get my physical examination oneDay, and I walked in, I sat down, got good and drunk the night before, soI looked and felt my best when I went in that morning. `Cause I wanted toLook like the all-American kid from New York City, man I wanted, I wantedTo feel like the all-, I wanted to be the all American kid from New York,And I walked in, sat down, I was hung down, brung down, hung up, and allKinds o' mean nasty ugly things. And I waked in and sat down and they gaveMe a piece of paper, said, "Kid, see the phsychiatrist, room 604."

And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, IWanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore andGuts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," andHe started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and downYelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,Sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."

Didn't feel too good about it.

Proceeded on down the hall gettin more injections, inspections,Detections, neglections and all kinds of stuff that they was doin' to meAt the thing there, and I was there for two hours, three hours, fourHours, I was there for a long time going through all kinds of mean nastyUgly things and I was just having a tough time there, and they wasInspecting, injecting every single part of me, and they was leaving noPart untouched. Proceeded through, and when I finally came to the see theLast man, I walked in, walked in sat down after a whole big thing there,And I walked up and said, "What do you want?" He said, "Kid, we only gotOne question. Have you ever been arrested?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the Alice's Restaurant Massacre,With full orchestration and five part harmony and stuff like that and allThe phenome... - and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, did you everGo to court?"

And I proceeded to tell him the story of the twenty seven eight-by-tenColour glossy pictures with the circles and arrows and the paragraph onThe back of each one, and he stopped me right there and said, "Kid, I wantYou to go and sit down on that bench that says Group W .... NOW kid!!"

And I, I walked over to the, to the bench there, and there is, Group W'sWhere they put you if you may not be moral enough to join the army afterCommitting your special crime, and there was all kinds of mean nasty uglyLooking people on the bench there. Mother rapers. Father stabbers. FatherRapers! Father rapers sitting right there on the bench next to me! AndThey was mean and nasty and ugly and horrible crime-type guys sitting on theBench next to me. And the meanest, ugliest, nastiest one, the meanestFather raper of them all, was coming over to me and he was mean 'n' ugly'n' nasty 'n' horrible and all kind of things and he sat down next to meAnd said, "Kid, whad'ya get?" I said, "I didn't get nothing, I had to pay$50 and pick up the garbage." He said, "What were you arrested for, kid?"And I said, "Littering." And they all moved away from me on the benchThere, and the hairy eyeball and all kinds of mean nasty things, till ISaid, "And creating a nuisance." And they all came back, shook my hand,And we had a great time on the bench, talkin about crime, mother stabbing,Father raping, all kinds of groovy things that we was talking about on theBench. And everything was fine, we was smoking cigarettes and all kinds ofThings, until the Sargeant came over, had some paper in his hand, held itUp and said.

"Kids, this-piece-of-paper's-got-47-words-37-sentences-58-words-we-wanna-Know-details-of-the-crime-time-of-the-crime-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-You-gotta-say-pertaining-to-and-about-the-crime-I-want-to-know-arresting-Officer's-name-and-any-other-kind-of-thing-you-gotta-say", and talked forForty-five minutes and nobody understood a word that he said, but we hadFun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils on the bench there,And I filled out the massacre with the four part harmony, and wrote itDown there, just like it was, and everything was fine and I put down thePencil, and I turned over the piece of paper, and there, there on theOther side, in the middle of the other side, away from everything else onThe other side, in parentheses, capital letters, quotated, read theFollowing words:

("KID, HAVE YOU REHABILITATED YOURSELF?")

I went over to the sargent, said, "Sargeant, you got a lot a damn gall toAsk me if I've rehabilitated myself, I mean, I mean, I mean that just, I'mSittin' here on the bench, I mean I'm sittin here on the Group W bench'cause you want to know if I'm moral enough join the army, burn women,Kids, houses and villages after bein' a litterbug." He looked at me andSaid, "Kid, we don't like your kind, and we're gonna send you fingerprintsOff to Washington."

And friends, somewhere in Washington enshrined in some little folder, is aStudy in black and white of my fingerprints. And the only reason I'mSinging you this song now is cause you may know somebody in a similar

Situation, or you may be in a similar situation, and if your in aSituation like that there's only one thing you can do and that's walk intoThe shrink wherever you are ,just walk in say "Shrink, You can getAnything you want, at Alice's restaurant.". And walk out. You know, ifOne person, just one person does it they may think he's really sick andThey won't take him. And if two people, two people do it, in harmony,They may think they're both faggots and they won't take either of them.And three people do it, three, can you imagine, three people walking inSingin a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out. They may think it's anOrganization. And can you, can you imagine fifty people a day,I saidFifty people a day walking in singin a bar of Alice's Restaurant andWalking out. And friends they may thinks it's a movement.

And that's what it is , the Alice's Restaurant Anti-Massacre Movement, andAll you got to do to join is sing it the next time it come's around on theGuitar.

With feeling. So we'll wait for it to come around on the guitar, here andSing it when it does. Here it comes.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's RestaurantYou can get anything you want, at Alice's RestaurantWalk right in it's around the backJust a half a mile from the railroad trackYou can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

That was horrible. If you want to end war and stuff you got to sing loud.I've been singing this song now for twenty five minutes. I could sing itFor another twenty five minutes. I'm not proud... or tired.

So we'll wait till it comes around again, and this time with four partHarmony and feeling.

We're just waitin' for it to come around is what we're doing.

All right now.

You can get anything you want, at Alice's RestaurantExcepting AliceYou can get anything you want, at Alice's RestaurantWalk right in it's around the backJust a half a mile from the railroad trackYou can get anything you want, at Alice's Restaurant

Da da da da da da da dumAt Alice's Restaurant

“I'M EIGHTEEN” LYRICS - ALICE COOPER

Lines form on my face and hands lines form from the ups and downsI'm in the middle without any plans I'm a boy and I'm a manI'm eighteen and I don't know what I want eighteen I just don't know what I wantEighteen I gotta get away I gotta get out of this place I'll go runnin' in outer space oh yeahI got a baby's brain and an old man's heart took eighteen years to get this farDon't always know what I'm talkin' about feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt'cause I'm eighteen I get confused every day eighteen I just don't know what to say eighteen I gotta get awayWhoa lines form on my face and my hands lines form on the left and rightI'm in the middle the middle of life I'm a boy and I'm a man I'm eighteen and I like it yes I like it oh I like it love it like it love itEighteen eighteen eighteen eighteen and I like it

“DRAFT RESISTER” LYRICS – STEPPENWOLF

He was talkin' 'bout the army while he passed his pipe aroundAn American deserter who found peace on Swedish groundHe had joined to seek adventure and to prove himself a manBut they tried to crush his spirit 'til his conscience ruined their plansAnd we thought of those who suffer for the sake of honestyAll those who refuse to follow traitors to humanity

Here's to all the draft resisters who will fight for sanityWhen they march them off to prison in this land of liberty

Heed the threat and awesome power of the mighty PentagonWhich is wasting precious millions on the toys of Washington

Don't forget the Draft Resisters and their silent, lonely pleaWhen they march them off to prison, they will go for you and me

Shame, disgrace and all dishonor, wrongly placed upon their headsWill not rob them of the courage which betrays the innocent

STEPPENWOLF “MONSTER” LYRICS

Once the religious, the hunted and wearyChasing the promise of freedom and hopeCame to this country to build a new visionFar from the reaches of Kingdom and pope

Like good Christians some would burn the witchesLater some got slaves to gather riches

But still from near and far to seek AmericaThey came by thousands, to court the wildBut she just patiently smiled and bore a childTo be their spirit and guiding light

And once the ties with the crown had been brokenWestward in saddle and wagon it wentAnd till the railroad linked ocean to oceanMany the lives which had come to an end

While we bullied, stole and bought a homelandWe began the slaughter of the red man

But still from near and far to seek AmericaThey came by thousands to court the wildBut she just patiently smiled and bore a childTo be their spirit and guiding light

The Blue and Grey they stomped itThey kicked it just like a dogAnd when the war was overThey stuffed it just like a hog

And though the past has its share of injusticeKind was the spirit in many a wayBut its protectors and friends have been sleepingNow it's a monster and will not obey

The spirit was freedom and justiceAnd its keepers seemed generous and kindIts leaders were supposed to serve the countryBut now they won't pay it no mindCause the people grew fat and got lazyNow their vote is a meaningless jokeThey babble about law and orderBut it's all just an echo of what they've been told

Yeah, there's a monster on the looseIt's got our heads into the nooseAnd it just sits there watchin'

The cities have turned into junglesAnd corruption is stranglin' the landThe police force is watching the peopleAnd the people just can't understandWe don't know how to mind our own business'Cause the whole world's got to be just like usNow we are fighting a war over thereNo matter who's the winner we can't pay the cost

'Cause there's a monster on the looseIt's got our heads into the nooseAnd it just sits there watchin'

America, where are you nowDon't you care about your sons and daughtersDon't you know we need you nowWe can't fight alone against the monster

America, where are you nowDon't you care about your sons and daughtersDon't you know we need you nowWe can't fight alone against the monster

America...America...America...America...

CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL "Who'll Stop The Rain"

Long as I remember The rain been comin' down.Clouds of myst'ry pourin' Confusion on the ground.Good men through the ages, Tryin' to find the sun;And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.I went down Virginia, Seekin' shelter from the storm.Caught up in the fable, I watched the tower grow.Five year plans and new deals, Wrapped in golden chains.And I wonder, Still I wonder Who'll stop the rain.

Heard the singers playin', How we cheered for more.The crowd had rushed together, Tryin' to keep warm.Still the rain kept pourin', Fallin' on my ears.And I wonder, Still I wonder Who'll stop the rain.

CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL "Fortunate Son"

Ooh, they're red, white and blueAnd when the band plays "Hail to the chief"Ooh, they point the cannon at you, LordIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, sonIt ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

Yeah!Some folks are born silver spoon in handLord, don't they help themselves, ohBut when the taxman comes to the doorLord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, noIt ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no

Some folks inherit star spangled eyesOoh, they send you down to war, LordAnd when you ask them, "How much should we give?"Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, sonIt ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no noIt ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no

CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL "Have You Ever Seen The Rain"

Someone told me long ago There's a calm before the storm,

I know; It's been comin' for some time.

When it's over, so they say, It'll rain a sunny day,

I know; Shinin' down like water.

[Chorus:]

I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain?

I want to know, Have you ever seen the rain

Comin' down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before, Sun is cold and rain is hard,

I know; Been that way for all my time.

'Til forever, on it goes Through the circle, fast and slow,

I know; It can't stop, I wonder.

[Chorus] Yeah! [Chorus]

CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL "Run Through The Jungle"

Whoa, thought it was a nightmare,Lo, it's all so true,They told me, "Don't go walkin' slow'Cause Devil's on the loose."

[Chorus:]Better run through the jungle,Better run through the jungle,Better run through the jungle,Woa, Don't look back to see.

Thought I heard a rumblin'Callin' to my name,Two hundred million guns are loadedSatan cries, "Take aim!" [Chorus]

Over on the mountainThunder magic spoke,"Let the people know my wisdom,Fill the land with smoke

JIMI HENDRIX "Machine Gun" "happy new year first of all. I hope we'll have A million or two million more of them... if we Can get over this summer, he he he. right I'd Like to dedicate this one to the draggin' sceneThat's goin' on all the soldiers that are fightin'In chicago, milwaukee and new york... oh yeas, andAll the soldiers fightin' in vietnam. like to doA thing called 'machine gun'."

Machine gunTearing my body all apart

Machine gunTearing my body all apart

Evil man make me kill yaEvil man make you kill meEvil man make me kill youEven though we're only families apart

Well I pick up my axe and fight lik a bomber(you know what I mean)Hey and your bullets keep knocking me down

Hey I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber nowYeah but you still blast me down to the ground

The same way you shoot me down babyYou'll be going just the same Three times the painAnd your own self to blameHey machine gun

Oooooooooo

I ain't afraid of your mess no more, babeI ain't afraid no moreAfter a while your your cheap talk don't evern cause me painSo let your bullets fly like rain

'cause I know all the time you're wrong babyAnd you'll be goin' just the same Yeah machine gunTearing my family apart

Yeah yeah alrightTearing my family apart

Don't you shoot him downHe's about to leave hereDon't you shoot him downHe's got to stay hereHe ain't going nowhereHe's been shot down to the ground Oh where he can't survive no no

Yeah that's what we don't wanna hear any more, alrightNo bulletsAt least here, huh huhNo guns, no bombsHuh huhNo nothin', just let's all live and liveYou know instead of killin'

BOB DYLAN/ JIMI HENDRIX "Blowin' In The Wind"

How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they're forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry?Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain existBefore it's washed to the sea?Yes, 'n' how many years can some people existBefore they're allowed to be free?Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,Pretending he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,The answer is blowin' in the wind.

BOB DYLAN/ JIMI HENDRIX "All Along The Watchtower"

"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief"There's too much confusion", I can't get no reliefBusinessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earthNone of them along the line know what any of it is worth.

"No reason to get excited", the thief he kindly spoke"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a jokeBut you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late".

All along the watchtower, princes kept the viewWhile all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growlTwo riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

JOHN LENNON "Imagine"

Imagine there's no heavenIt's easy if you tryNo hell below usAbove us only skyImagine all the peopleLiving for today...

Imagine there's no countriesIt isn't hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion tooImagine all the peopleLiving life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will be as one

Imagine no possessionsI wonder if you canNo need for greed or hungerA brotherhood of manImagine all the peopleSharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will live as one

JOHN LENNON "Give Peace A Chance"

Ev'rybody's talking aboutBagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, TagismThis-ism, that-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m.

All we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance

C'monEv'rybody's talking about Ministers,Sinisters, Banisters and canistersBishops and Fishops and Rabbis and Pop eyes,And bye bye, bye byes.

All we are saying is give peace a chance

JOHN LENNON "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)"

So this is XmasAnd what have you doneAnother year overAnd a new one just begunAnd so this is XmasI hope you have funThe near and the dear oneThe old and the young

A very Merry XmasAnd a happy New YearLet's hope it's a good oneWithout any fear

And so this is Xmas (war is over)For weak and for strong (if you want it)For rich and the poor ones (war is over)The world is so wrong (if you want it)And so happy Xmas (war is over)For black and for white (if you want it)For yellow and red ones (war is over)Let's stop all the fight (now)


And so this is Xmas (war is over)And what have we done (if you want it)Another year over (war is over)A new one just begun (if you want it)And so happy Xmas (war is over)We hope you have fun (if you want it)The near and the dear one (war is over)The old and the young (now)


War is over, if you want itWar is over now

Happy Xmas

MARVIN GAYE "What's Going On"

Mother, motherThere's too many of you cryingBrother, brother, brotherThere's far too many of you dyingYou know we've got to find a wayTo bring some lovin' here today - Ya

Father, fatherWe don't need to escalateYou see, war is not the answerFor only love can conquer hateYou know we've got to find a wayTo bring some lovin' here today

Picket lines and picket signsDon't punish me with brutalityTalk to me, so you can seeOh, what's going onWhat's going onYa, what's going onAh, what's going on

In the mean timeRight on, babyRight onRight on

Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrongOh, but who are they to judge usSimply because our hair is longOh, you know we've got to find a wayTo bring some understanding here todayOh

Picket lines and picket signsDon't punish me with brutalityTalk to meSo you can seeWhat's going onYa, what's going onTell me what's going onI'll tell you what's going on - UhRight on babyRight on baby

BARRY MCGUIRE "Eve Of Destruction"

The eastern world it is explodin',Violence flarin', bullets loadin',You're old enough to kill but not for votin',You don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',But you tell me over and 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 trying to say?Can't you see the fear that I'm feeling today?If the button is pushed, there's no running away,There'll be noone 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 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 coagulatin',I'm sittin' 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 and over again my friend,Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China!Tehn take a look around to Selma, Alabama!Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,But when your eturn, it's the same old place,The poundin' of the drums, th pride and disgrace,You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,Hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

EDWIN STARR "War"

War, huh, yeahWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingUh-huhWar, huh, yeahWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingSay it again, y'all

War, huh, good GodWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingListen to me

Ohhh, war, I despiseBecause it means destructionOf innocent lives

War means tearsTo thousands of mothers eyesWhen their sons go to fightAnd lose their lives

I said, war, huhGood God, y'allWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingSay it again

War, whoa, LordWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingListen to me

War, it ain't nothingBut a heartbreakerWar, friend only to the undertakerOoooh, warIt's an enemy to all mankindThe point of war blows my mindWar has caused unrestWithin the younger generationInduction then destructionWho wants to dieAaaaah, war-huhGood God y'allWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingSay it, say it, say itWar, huhWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingListen to me

War, huh, yeahWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingUh-huh

War, huh, yeahWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingSay it again y'allWar, huh, good GodWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingListen to me

War, it ain't nothing but a heartbreakerWar, it's got one friendThat's the undertakerOoooh, war, has shatteredMany a young mans dreamsMade him disabled, bitter and meanLife is much to short and preciousTo spend fighting wars these daysWar can't give lifeIt can only take it away

Ooooh, war, huhGood God y'allWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingSay it again

War, whoa, LordWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingListen to me

War, it ain't nothing but a heartbreakerWar, friend only to the undertakerPeace, love and understandingTell me, is there no place for them todayThey say we must fight to keep our freedomBut Lord knows there's got to be a better way

Ooooooh, war, huhGood God y'allWhat is it good forYou tell meSay it, say it, say it, say it

War, huhGood God y'allWhat is it good forStand up and shout itNothing

THE BYRDS "Draft Morning"

Sun warm on my face, I hear youDown below movin' slowAnd it's morning

Take my time this morning, no hurryTo learn to kill and take the willFrom unknown faces

Today was the day for actionLeave my bed to kill insteadWhy should it happen?

THE BYRDS "Turn! Turn! Turn!"

To everything - turn, turn, turnThere is a season - turn, turn, turnAnd a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to dieA time to plant, a time to reapA time to kill, a time to healA time to laugh, a time to weep


A time to build up, a time to break downA time to dance, a time to mournA time to cast away stonesA time to gather stones together


A time of war, a time of peaceA time of love, a time of hateA time you may embraceA time to refrain from embracing


A time to gain, a time to loseA time to rend, a time to sewA time to love, a time to hateA time of peace, I swear it's not too late!

GRAND FUNK RAILROAD "I'm Your Captain"

Everybody, listen to me,And return me, my ship.I'm your captain, I'm your captain,Although I'm feeling mighty sick.

I've been lost now, days uncounted,And it's months since I've seen home.Can you hear me, can you hear me,Or am I all alone.

If you return me, to my home port,I will kiss you mother earth.Take me back now, take me back now,To the port of my birth.

Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming,To take my ship away from me?

You'd better think about it, I just can't live without it.So, please don't take my ship from me.Yeah, yeah, yeah ...

I can feel the hand, of a stranger,And it's tightening, around my throat.Heaven help me, Heaven help me,Take this stranger from my boat.

I'm your captain, I'm your captain,Although I'm feeling mighty sick.Everybody, listen to me,And return me, my ship.

I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm getting closer to my home ...I'm getting closer to my home ...I'm getting closer to my home ...I'm getting closer to my home ...Ohhhh ...

I'm getting closer to my home ...I'm getting closer to my home ...I'm getting closer to my home ...I'm getting closer to my home ...Repeated to fade

CHICAGO "It Better End Soon 1st Movement"

Can't stand it no moreThe people dyingCrying for help for so many yearsBut nobody hearsBetter end soon my friendIt better end soon my friend

Can't take it no moreThe people hatingHurting their brothersThey don't understandThey can't understandBetter end soon my friendIt better end soon

Hey, everybodyWon't you just look aroundCan't anybody see?Just what's going downCan't you take the time?Just to feelJust to feel what is realIf you doThen you'll see that we got a raw dealThey're killing everybodyI wish it weren't trueThey say we got to make warOr the economy will fallBut if we don't stopWe won't be around no moreThey're ruining this worldFor you and meThe big heads of stateWon't let us be freeThey made the rules onceBut it didn't work outNow we must try againBefore they kill us offNo more dying!No more killingNo more dyingNo more fightingWe don't want to dieNo, we don't want to diePlease let's change it allPlease let's make it allGood for the presentAnd better for the future

Let's just love one anotherLet's show peace for each otherWe can make it happenLet's just make it happenWe can change this worldPlease let's change this worldPlease let's make it happen for our childrenFor our womenChange the worldPlease make it happenCome onCome onPleaseCome onIt's up to meIt's up to youSo let's do it nowYeahDo it now

Can't stand it no moreThe people cheatingBurning each otherThey know it ain't rightHow can it be rightBetter end soon my friendIt better end soon my friend

THE ROLLING STONES "Gimme Shelter"

Oh, a storm is threat'ningMy very life todayIf I don't get some shelterOh yeah, I'm gonna fade awayWar, children, it's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayWar, children, it's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayOoh, see the fire is sweepin'Our very street todayBurns like a red coal carpetMad bull lost your wayWar, children, it's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayWar, children, it's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayRape, murder!It's just a shot awayIt's just a shot away

Rape, murder!It's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayRape, murder!It's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayThe floods is threat'ningMy very life todayGimme, gimme shelterOr I'm gonna fade awayWar, children, it's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayI tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss awayIt's just a kiss awayIt's just a kiss awayIt's just a kiss awayIt's just a kiss awayKiss away, kiss away

THE GUESS WHO "American Woman"

American woman, stay away from meAmerican woman, mama let me beDon't come a hangin' around my doorI don't wanna see your face no moreI got more important things to doThan spend my time growin' old with youNow woman, I said, stay awayAmerican womanListen what I say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay

American woman, get away from meAmerican woman, mama let me beDon't come a knockin' around my doorDon't wanna see your shadow no moreColoured lights can hypnotizeSparkle someone else's eyesNow woman, I said get awayAmerican womanListen what I say-ay-ay-ay

[Instrumental Interlude]

American woman, said get awayAmerican woman, listen what I sayDon't come a hangin' around my door

Don't wanna see your face no moreI don't need your war machinesI don't need your ghetto scenesColoured lights can hypnotizeSparkle someone else's eyesNow Woman, get away from meAmerican womanMama let me be

Go, gotta get awayGotta get away now go, go, goI'm gonna leave you womanGonna leave you womanBye-bye, bye-byeBye-bye, bye-byeYou're no good for meI'm no good for youGonna look you right in the eyeTell you what I'm gonna doYou know I'm gonna leaveYou know I'm gonna goYou know I'm gonna leaveYou know I'm gonna go-o, womanI'm gonna leave you womanGoodbye American woman

BOBBY DARIN "Simple Song Of Freedom"

Come and sing a simple song of freedomSing it like you've never sung beforeLet it fill the airTell the people everywhereWe, the people here, don't want a war

Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me?I don't want your diamonds or your gameI do want to be someone known to you as meAnd I will bet my life you want the same

Come and sing a simple song of freedomSing it like you've never sung beforeLet it fill the airTell the people everywhereWe, the people here, don't want a war

Seven hundred million are enlistedMost of what you read, most of what you read, is made of liesBut speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sonTo wake to in the morning when we rise?

Come and sing a simple song of freedomSing it like you've never sung, never sung, beforeLet it fill the airTell the people everywhereWe, the people here, don't want a war

No doubt some folks enjoy doin' battleLike presidents, prime ministers and kingsSo let's all build them shelves so they can fight among themselvesAnd leave us be those who want to sing

Come and sing a simple song of freedomSing it like you've never, ever, sung beforeLet it fill the airTell the people everywhereWe, the people here, don't want a war

Come and sing a simple song of freedomSing it like you've never, ever, sung beforeSpeaking one to oneAin't it everybody's sonTo wake to in the morning when we riseSpeaking one to oneAin't it everybody's sonTo wake to in the morning when we rise

JEFFERSON AIRPLANE "Volunteers"

Look what's happening out in the streetsGot a revolution Got to revolutionHey I'm dancing down the streetsGot a revolution Got to revolutionAin't it amazing all the people I meetGot a revolution Got to revolutionOne generation got oldOne generation got soulThis generation got no destination to holdPick up the cryHey now it's time for you and meGot a revolution Got to revolutionCome on now we're marching to the seaGot a revolution Got to revolutionWho will take it from youWe will and who are weWe are volunteers of America

AGENT ORANGE SONG “COUNTRY JOE MCDONALD”I was 17, just the teenage kid, the year that I enlisted.I can’t remember why I did, my mom said that I insisted.I had some strange idea then, that Uncle Sam was right.Oh momma cried, but she signed the card, And then I went off to fight.

Got off the plane in Vietnam, it didn’t seem like war.With all I saw I started to wonder what I have come there for.Some officers got drunk at night, and cheated on their wives.And the peasants on the other side, where just struggling for their lives.

Oh the army tried some fancy stuff, to bring them to their knees.Like Agent Orange defoliant, to kill the brush and tress.We’d hike all day on jungle trails, through clouds of poison spray.And they never told me then, that it would hurt my health today.

But I got the news this morning, yea, the doctors told me so.They killed me in Vietnam, and I didn’t even know.I tried hard to forget the war like everybody did.Settled down, got married, even had a of couple kids.

Well my children both had birth defects, and the doctors had their doubts.They never could understand it, but I think I figured it out.Because I got the news this morning, yeah, the doctors told me so.They killed me in Vietnam, and I didn’t even know.

This Agent Orange from Vietnam, we carry it with us still.It stays inside for years and years before it starts to kill.You might get cancer of the liver; you might get cancer of the skin.You can file for disability, but you might not live to win.

Oh I got the news this morning yea, the doctors told me so. They killed me in Vietnam, and I didn’t even know.Oh the doctor said I got some time, trying to be kind.I’ve never been a radical, but this has changed my mind.

Oh I’d be so proud to hear my kids say hell no I won’t go,Because you killed my dad in Vietnam, and he didn’t even know.Yes I’d be so proud to hear my kid say hell no I won’t go, Because you killed my dad and he didn’t even know.

JOAN BAEZ "Saigon Bride"

Farewell my wistful Saigon brideI'm going out to stem the tideA tide that never saw the seasIt flows through jungles, round the treesSome say it's yellow, some say redIt will not matter when we're dead

How many dead men will it takeTo build a dike that will not break?How many children must we killBefore we make the waves stand still?

Though miracles come high todayWe have the wherewithal to payIt takes them off the streets you knowTo places they would never go aloneIt gives them useful tradesThe lucky boys are even paid

Men die to build their Pharoah's tombsAnd still and still the teeming wombsHow many men to conquer MarsHow many dead to reach the stars?

Farewell my wistful Saigon brideI'm going out to stem the tideA tide that never saw the seasIt flows through jungles, round the treesSome say it's yellow, some say redIt will not matter when we're dead

PETE SEEGER "(If You Love Your Uncle Sam) Bring Them Home"

If you love your Uncle Sam,Bring them home, bring them home.Support our boys in Vietnam,Bring them home, bring them home.

It'll make our generals sad, I know,Bring them home, bring them home.They want to tangle with the foe,Bring them home, bring them home.

They want to test their weaponry,Bring them home, bring them home.But here is their big fallacy,Bring them home, bring them home.

I may be right, I may be wrong,Bring them home, bring them home.But I got a right to sing this song,Bring them home, bring them home.

There's one thing I must confess,Bring them home, bring them home.I'm not really a pacifist,Bring them home, bring them home.

If an army invaded this land of mine,Bring them home, bring them home.You'd find me out on the firing line,Bring them home, bring them home.

Even if they brought their planes to bomb,Bring them home, bring them home.Even if they brought helicopters and napalm,Bring them home, bring them home.

Show those generals their fallacy:Bring them home, bring them home.They don't have the right weaponry,Bring them home, bring them home.

For defense you need common sense,Bring them home, bring them home.They don't have the right armaments,Bring them home, bring them home.

The world needs teachers, books and schools,Bring them home, bring them home.And learning a few universal rules,Bring them home, bring them home.

So if you love your Uncle SamBring them home, bring them home.Support our boys in Vietnam,Bring them home, bring them home.

CROSBY, STILLS, NASH & YOUNG "Ohio"

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.

Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.

What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?

Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.

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