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“Fortunate Son” by Creedence Clearwater RevivalSome folks are born made to wave the flagOoh, 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, noSome 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, yesIt 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, noYeah, yeahSome 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! y'allIt 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, oneIt 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 noSongwriters: John C. FogertyFortunate Son lyrics ? The Bicycle Music Company“Purple Haze” by Jimi HendrixPurple haze, all in my brainLately things they don't seem the sameActin' funny, but I don't know whyExcuse me while I kiss the skyPurple haze, all aroundDon't know if I'm comin' up or downAm I happy or in misery?What ever it is, that girl put a spell on meHelp meHelp meOh, no, noOoo, ahhhOoo, ahhhOoo, ahhhOoo, ahhh, yeah!Purple haze all in my eyesDon't know if it's day or nightYou got me blowin', blowin' my mindIs it tomorrow, or just the end of time?OooHelp meAhh, yea-yeah, purple hazeOh, no, ohOh, help meTell me, tell me, purple haze I can't go on like thisPurple hazeYou're makin' me blow my mindPurple haze, n-no, noooPurple hazeSongwriters: Jimi HendrixPurple Haze lyrics ? Nw Royalty Consulting"The Unknown Soldier" The DoorsWait until the war is over And we're both a little older The unknown soldier Breakfast where the news is read Television children fed Unborn living, living, dead Bullet strikes the helmet's head And it's all over For the unknown soldier It's all over For the unknown soldier Hut Hut Hut ho hee up Hut Hut Hut ho hee up Hut Hut Hut ho hee up Comp'nee Halt Preeee-zent! Arms! Make a grave for the unknown soldier Nestled in your hollow shoulder The unknown soldier Breakfast where the news is read Television children fed Bullet strikes the helmet's head And, it's all over The war is over It's all over The war is over Well, all over, baby All over, baby Oh, over, yeah All over, baby Wooooo, hah-hah All over All over, baby Oh, woa-yeah All over All over Heeeeyyyy "Vietnam" Jimmy CliffHey, Vietnam, VietnamVietnam, VietnamVietnam, Vietnam, VietnamYesterday, I got a letter from my friend fighting in VietnamAnd this is what he had to say"Tell all my friends that I'll be coming home soonMy time'll be up some time in JuneDon't forget", he said, "To tell my sweet MaryHer golden lips are sweet as cherry"And it came from Vietnam, VietnamVietnam, VietnamVietnam, Vietnam, VietnamIt was just the next day, his mother got a telegramIt was addressed from VietnamNow mistress Brown, she lives in the USAAnd this is what she wrote and said"Don't be alarmed", she told me the telegram said"But mistress Brown your son is dead"And it came from Vietnam, VietnamVietnam, VietnamVietnam, Vietnam, hey, VietnamSomebody please stop that war nowVietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, Vietnam, ohVietnam, Vietnam, ohVietnam, oh oh, oh ohSomebody please stop itVietnam, Vietnam, ohVietnam, Vietnam, oh oh, oh ohVietnam, hey, Vietnam, ahaVietnam, oh oh, yeahI wanna say now somebody stop that warVietnam, oh yeah, aha “Us and Them” by Pink FloydUs and themAnd after all we're only ordinary menMe and youGod only knowsIt's not what we would choose to doForward he cried from the rearAnd the front rank diedAnd the general satAnd the lines on the mapMoved from side to sideBlack and blueAnd who knows which is which and who is whoUp and downAnd in the end it's only round 'n roundHaven't you heard it's a battle of wordsThe poster bearer criedListen son, said the man with the gunThere's room for you inside"I mean, they're not gonna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off lightly, 'cause I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once! It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners don't cost nothing do they, eh?"Down and outIt can't be helped that there's a lot of it aboutWith, withoutAnd who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?Out of the wayIt's a busy dayI've got things on my mindFor the want of the priceOf tea and a sliceThe old man diedSongwriters: Roger Waters / Rick WrightUs and Them lyrics ? T.R.O. Inc.“Blowin' in the Wind” by Bob DylanHow many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a manHow many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sandYes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they're forever bannedThe answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the windYes, 'n' how many years can a mountain existBefore it's washed to the seaYes, 'n' how many years can some people existBefore they're allowed to be freeYes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his headAnd pretend that he just doesn't seeThe answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the windYes, 'n' how many times must a man look upBefore he can see the skyYes, 'n' how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cryYes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have diedThe answer, my friend, is blowin' in the windThe answer is blowin' in the windSongwriters: Bob DylanBlowin' in the Wind lyrics ? Bob Dylan Music Obo Special Rider Music"Masters Of War" by Bob DylanCome you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build all the bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masksYou that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets flyLike Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drainYou fasten all the triggersFor the others to fireThen you set back and watchWhen the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansion'As young people's bloodFlows out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mudYou've thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldFor threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedYou ain't worth the bloodThat runs in your veinsHow much do I knowTo talk out of turnYou might say that I'm youngYou might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I knowThough I'm younger than youThat even Jesus would neverForgive what you doLet me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soulAnd I hope that you dieAnd your death'll come soonI will follow your casketIn the pale afternoonAnd I'll watch while you're loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I'll stand over your grave'Til I'm sure that you're dead “Ohio” Neil YoungTin 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.“Ballad of the Green Beret” Sgt. Barry SadlerFighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by night and day Courage peak from the Green Berets Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Back at home a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her his last request Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret. “Turn! Turn! Turn!” The ByrdsTo everything (turn, turn, turn)There is a season (turn, turn, turn)And a time to every purpose, under heavenA 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 weepTo everything (turn, turn, turn)There is a season (turn, turn, turn)And a time to every purpose, under heavenA time to build up, a time to break downA time to dance, a time to mournA time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones togetherTo everything (turn, turn, turn)There is a season (turn, turn, turn)And a time to every purpose, under heavenA time of love, a time of hateA time of war, a time of peaceA time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracingTo everything (turn, turn, turn)There is a season (turn, turn, turn)And a time to every purpose, under heavenA time to gain, a time to loseA time to rend, a time to sewA time for love, a time for hateA time for peace, I swear it's not too lateSongwriters: George Aber Adaptation And / Pete Seeger “Paint It Black” Rolling StonesI see a red door and I want it painted blackNo colours anymore, I want them to turn blackI see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothesI have to turn my head until my darkness goesI see a line of cars and they're all painted blackWith flowers and my love, both never to come backI see people turn their heads and quickly look awayLike a newborn baby, it just happens everydayI look inside myself and see my heart is blackI see my red door and must have it painted blackMaybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the factsIt's not easy facing up when your whole world is blackNo more will my green sea go turn a deeper blueI could not foresee this thing happening to youIf I look hard enough into the setting sunMy love will laugh with me before the morning comesI see a red door and I want it painted blackNo colours anymore, I want them to turn blackI see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothesI have to turn my head until my darkness goesI wanna see it painted, painted blackBlack as night, black as coalI wanna see the sun blotted out from the skyI wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted blackYeahSongwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jaggers“Gimme Shelter” The Rolling StonesOh, 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 its 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 awayRape, murder yeah!It's just a shot awayIt's just a shot awayRape, murder!It's just a shot awayIt's just a shot away yeaThe 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 awaySongwriters: Keith Richards / Mick JaggerGimme Shelter lyrics ? Abkco Music, Inc“For What It Is Worth” Buffalo SpringfieldThere's something happening hereWhat it is ain't exactly clearThere's a man with a gun over thereTelling me I got to bewareI think it's time we stop, children, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downThere's battle lines being drawnNobody's right if everybody's wrongYoung people speaking their mindsGetting so much resistance from behindIt's time we stop, hey, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downWhat a field-day for the heatA thousand people in the streetSinging songs and carrying signsMostly say, hooray for our sideIt's s time we stop, hey, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downParanoia strikes deepInto your life it will creepIt starts when you're always afraidYou step out of line, the man come and take you awayWe better stop, hey, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downStop, hey, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downStop, now, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downStop, children, what's that soundEverybody look what's going downSongwriters: Stephen StillsFor What It Is Worth lyrics ? Warner/Chappell Music, Inc“What’s Going On” Marvin GayeMother, 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, ehehFather, 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, oh oh ohPicket lines and picket signsDon't punish me with brutalityTalk to me, so you can seeOh, what's going onWhat's going onYeah, what's going onAh, what's going onIn the mean timeRight on, babyRight on brotherRight on babeMother, mother, everybody thinks we're wrongOh, but who are they to judge usSimply 'cause our hair is longOh, you know we've got to find a wayTo bring some understanding here todayOh oh ohPicket lines and picket signsDon't punish me with brutalityC'mon talk to meSo you can seeWhat's going onYeah, what's going onTell me what's going onI'll tell you what's going on, ooh ooo ooo oooRight on babyRight on babySongwriters: Alfred W Cleveland / Marvin P Gaye / Renaldo BensonWhat’s Going On lyrics ? Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLCYoutube linkMasters of War in the Wind ! Turn! Turn! Ballad of the Green Berets and Them Unkown Soldier Haze Son Shelter What It’s Worth ’s Going On “Paint it Black” Roling Stones ................
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