Tears of Rage

No More Songs
By Phil Ochs

intro chords: Dm\C\B flat\A

Dm
Hello, hello, hello
C
Is there anybody home?
Dm
I've only called to say
Bb C
I'm sorry.
Dm
The drums are in the dawn,
F C
and all the voices gone.
Bb C Dm
And it seems that there are no more songs.

Once I knew a girl
She was a flower in a flame
I loved her as the sea sinks/sings(?) sadly
Now the ashes of the dream
Can be found in the magazines.
And it seems that there are no more songs.

Once I knew a sage/saint(?)
who sang upon the stage
He told about the world,
His lover.
A ghost without a name,
Stands ragged in the rain.
And it seems that there are no more songs.

The rebels they were here
They came beside the door
They told me that the moon was bleeding
Then all to my suprise,
They took away my eyes.
And it seems that there are no more songs.

A (scar, star)?? is in the sky,
It's time to say goodbye.
A whale is on the beach,
He's dying.
A white flag in my hand,
And a white bone in the sand.
And it seems that there are no more songs.

Hello, hello, hello
Is there anybody home?
I've only called to say
I'm sorry.
The drums are in the dawn,
and all the voices gone.
And it seems that there are no more songs.

It seems that there are no more songs.
It seems that there are no more songs.

Pleasures of the Harbor
By Phil Ochs


E - A B7
And the ship sets the sail
G#m
They've lived the tale
C#m F#m
To carry to the shore
A6 E
Straining at the oars
G#7 C#m
Or staring from the rail
E -A B7
And the sea bids farewell
G#m
She waves in swells
C#m F#m
And sends them on their way
A6 E
Time has been her pay
G#7 C#m
And time will have to tell
A G#m
Soon your sailing will be over
D E B C#m
Come and take the pleasures of the har - bor

And the anchor hits the sand
The hungry hands
Have tied them to the port
The hour will be short
For leisure on the land
And the girls scent the air
They seem so fair
With paint on their face
Soft is their embrace
to lead them up the stairs
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

In the room dark and dim
Touch of skin
He asks her of her name
She answers with no shame
And not a sense of sin
Until the fingers draw the blinds
Sip of wine
The cigarette of doubt
The candle is blown out
The darkness is so kind
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

And the shadows frame the light
Same old sight
Thrill has blown away
Now all alone they lay
Two strangers in the night
Till his heart skips a beat
He's on his feet
To shipmates he must join
She's counting up the coins
He's swallowed by the street
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

In the bar hangs a cloud
The whiskey's loud
There's laughter in their eyes
The lonely in disguse
Are clinging to the crowd
And the bottle fills the glass
The haze is fast
He's trembling for the taste
Of passion gone to waste
In memories of the past
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

In the alley, red with rain
Cry of pain
For love was but a smile
Teasing all the while
Now dancing down the drain
'Till the boys reach the dock
They gently mock
Lift him on their backs
Lay him on his rack
And leave beneath the light
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale
To carry from the shore
Straining at the oars
Or staring from the rail
And the sea bids farewell
She waves in swells
And sends them on their way
Time has been her pay
And time will have to tell
Soon your sailing will be over
Come and take the pleasures of the harbor

Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun,
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one.
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew,
And Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The falcon of death was a creature they knew,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three.
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four.
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground.
And people all over the earth turned around.
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
The men in the forest they once asked of me,
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea.
And I asked them right with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
And the choirs keep singing of Freedom.

Another man done gone
Another man done gone
Another man done gone
An´unaccounted for
Another man done gone
I didn't know his name
I didn't know his name
I didn't know his name
I didn't know his name
I didn't know his name
He had a long chain on
He had a long chain on
He had a long chain on
He had a long chain on
He had a long chain on
De capt´n don´t know where
De capt´n don´t know where
De capt´n don´t know where
Another man done gone

Frank Zappa - Flower Punk Lyrics
Frank zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy mundi (drums, vocals, yak)
Bunk gardner (woodwinds)
Roy estrada (electric bass, vocals)
Don preston (retired)
Jimmy carl black (drums, trumpet, vocals)
Ian underwood (piano, woodwinds)
Motorhead sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone)
Suzy creamcheese (telephone)
Dick barber (snorks)

Hey punk, where you goin? with that
Flower in your hand?
Hey punk, where you goin? with that
Flower in your hand?

Well, I?m goin? up to frisco to join a
Psychedelic band.
I?m goin? up to frisco to join a
Psychedelic band.

Hey punk, where you goin? with that
Button on your shirt?
Hey punk, where you goin? with that
Button on your shirt?

I?m goin? to the love-in to sit & play
My bongos in the dirt.
Yes, I?m goin? to the love-in to sit & play
My bongos in the dirt.

Hey punk, where you goin? with that
Hair on your head?
Hey punk, where you goin? with that
Hair on your head?

I?m goin? to the dance to get some action,
Then I?m goin? home to bed.
I?m goin? to the dance to get some action,
Then I?m goin? home to bed.

Hey punk, where you goin? with those
Beads around your neck?
Hey punk, where you goin? with those
Beads around your neck?

I?m goin? to the shrink so he can help me
Be a nervous wreck...

(just at this moment, the 2700
Microgram dose of stp ingested by
Flower punk shortly before the
Song began takes effect: before
Your very ears his head blows up...
Leaving a bizarre audial residue all over
Your teen-age record player!)
Hey punk! hey punk! hey punk!
Punky! punk! hey punk! punky!
Come and go...come and go...
Polly, do I ever have a lot of soul?
I think I love you!
Questi dominga?
Have you seen that nose eating?
I wanna know for sure!
Leave my nose alone please!
What ?re you trying to do?
Listen! ...

This is one of the most
Exciting things that?s ever
Happened to me
You know, every time I think
About how lucky I am to be in
The rock & roll industry
It?s so exciting
You know, when I first got into
The rock & roll business
I could barely even play the
Changes to this song on my, on
My guitar
But now I?m very professional
I can play the guitar
I can strum it rhythmically
I can sing along with my guitar
As I strum

I can strum, sing, dance,
I can make merry fun all over
The stage
And you know, it?s so wonderful
To...
It?s wonderful to feel that i?m
Doing something for the kids
Because I know that the kids
And their music are where it?s
At

The youth of america today is
So wonderful
And I?m proud to be a part of
This gigantic mass deception

I hope she sees me thrilling,
Yes...
I hope she sees me dancing and
Thrilling

I will say: "hello dolly!"

Is the song over?
Boy, this is really exciting,
Making a rock & roll record
I can?t even wait until our
Record comes out and teen-agers
Start to buy it

We?ll all be rich and famous!

And when my royalty check comes
I think I?m going to buy a
Mustang
No, I think i?ll...i think i?ll
Get a corvette
No, I think I?ll get a harley
Davidson
No, I don?t think I?ll buy any
Of those cars
I think what I will do is i
Will buy both
No, I don?t do that either
I think, ah, I?ll go into real
Estate
I think I?d like to...
I think I?d like to buy a house
In ... boulevard
No, that wouldn?t do any good
Gee, I wonder if they can see
Me up here, twirling that
Tambourine and dancing...

Maybe after the show
One of the girls who sees me up
Here, singing and thrilling my
Tambourine and dancing, will
Like me
And she will come over to me
And I will walk
I will walk up to her and i
Will smile at her
And I will impress her and i
Will say: "hello, baby,
What?s a girl like you doing in
A place like this?
I?m from a rock & roll band,
I think we should..."
Is the song over?

Bullet In Your Head
By Rage Against the Machine

This time the bullet cold rocked ya
A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika
Nothin' proper about ya propaganda
Fools follow the rules when the set commands ya

They said it was blue
When the blood was red
That's is how you got a bullet blasted through your head
Blasted through your head
Blasted through your head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched at the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen
You was mesmerized
Cellular phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before you realize

They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
Just victims of the in-house drive-by
They say jump, you say how high

They load the clip in omnicolor
They pack the 9, they fire it at prime time
Sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mutha fuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape

Play it again jack and then rewind the tape
Play it again and again and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they are tellin' ya
Buying all the products that they are selling ya

They say jump
Ya say how high
Ya brain dead
Ya gotta fuckin' bullet in your head
Just victims of the in-house drive-by

They say jump, you say how high
Ya standin' in line
Believin' the lies
Ya bowin' down to the flag
Ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head

LIVES IN THE BALANCE
By Jackson Brown

I've been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear

You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you've seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And there's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend

But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can't take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone

There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
There's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can't even say the names

They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars

I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they're never the ones to fight or to die

And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

WORKING CLASS HERO

John Lennon

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so ******* crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still ******* peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

ROCKIN' IN THE FREE WORLD
Neil Young

There's colors on the street
Red, white and blue
People shufflin' their feet
People sleepin' in their shoes
But there's a warnin' sign on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them
So I try to forget it, any way I can.

Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.

I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away, and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life, and what she's done to it
There's one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.

Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world.

We got a thousand points of light
For the homeless man
We got a kinder, gentler,
Machine gun hand
We got department stores and toilet paper
Got styrofoam boxes for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people, says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive.
Keep on rockin' in the free world,
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world,

WORK FOR PEACE
Gil Scott Heron

Back when Eisenhower was the President,
Golf courses was where most of his time was spent.
So I never really listened to what the President said,
Because in general I believed that the General was politically dead.

But he always seemed to know when the muscles were about to be flexed,
Because I remember him saying something, mumbling something about a Military Industrial Complex.
Americans no longer fight to keep their shores safe,
Just to keep the jobs going in the arms making workplace.
Then they pretend to be gripped by some sort of political reflex,
But all they're doing is paying dues to the Military Industrial Complex.

The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary.
The Military and the Monetary,
get together whenever they think its necessary,

They turn our brothers and sisters into mercenaries, they are turning the planet into a cemetery.
The Military and the Monetary, use the media as intermediaries,
they are determined to keep the citizens secondary, they make so many decisions that are arbitrary.

We're marching behind a commander in chief,
who is standing under a spotlight shaking like a leaf.
but the ship of state had landed on an economic reef,
so we knew he was going to bring us messages of grief.

The Military and the Monetary,
were shielded by January and went storming into February,
Brought us pot bellied generals as luminaries,
two weeks ago I hadn't heard of the son of a bitch,
now all of a sudden he's legendary.

They took the honour from the honourary,
they took the dignity from the dignitaries,
they took the secrets from the secretary,
but they left the bitch an obituary.

The Military and the Monetary,
from thousands of miles away in a Saudi Arabian sanctuary,
had us all scrambling for our dictionaries,
cause we couldn't understand the fuckin vocabulary.

Yeah, there was some smart bombs,
but there was some dumb ones as well,
scared the hell out of CNN in that Baghdad hotel.

The Military and the Monetary,
they get together whenever they think its necessary,
War in the desert sometimes sure is scary,
but they beamed out the war to all their subsidiaries.
Tried to make So Damn Insane a worthy adversary,
keeping the citizens secondary,
scaring old folks into coronaries.

The Military and the Monetary,
from thousands of miles in a Saudi Arabian sanctuary,
kept us all wondering if all of this was really truely, necessary.

We've got to work for Peace,
Peace ain't coming this way.
If we only work for Peace,
If everyone believed in Peace the way they say they do,
we'd have Peace.

The only thing wrong with Peace,
is that you can't make no money from it.

The Military and the Monetary,
they get together whenever they think its necessary,
they've turned our brothers and sisters into mercenaries,
they are turning the planet, into a cemetery.

Got to work for Peace,
Peace ain't coming this way.

We should not allow ourselves to be mislead,
by talk of entering a time of Peace,
Peace is not the absence of war,
it is the absence of the rules of war and the threats of war and the preparation for war.
Peace is not the absence of war,
it is the time when we will all bring ourselves closer to each other,
closer to building a structure that is unique within ourselves
because we have finally come to Peace within ourselves.

The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary.
Get together whenever they think its necessary,
they've turned our brothers and sisters into mercenaries,
they are turning parts of the planet, into a cemetery.

The Military and the Monetary,
The Military and the Monetary,
We hounded the Ayatollah religiously,
Bombed Libya and killed Quadafi's son hideously.
We turned our back on our allies the Panamanians,
and saw Ollie North selling guns to the Iranians.
Watched Gorbachev slaughtering Lithuanians,
We better warn the Amish,
they may bomb the Pennsylvanians.

The Military and the Monetary,
get together whenever they think its necessary,
they have turned our brothers and sisters into mercenaries,
they are turning the planet, into a cemetery.

I don't want to sound like no late night commercial,
but its a matter of fact that there are thousands of children all over the world
in Asia and Africa and in South America who need our help.

When they start talking about 55 cents a day and 70 cents a day,
I know a lot of folks feel as though that,
thats not really any kind of contribution to make,
but we had to give up a dollar and a half just to get in the subway nowadays.

So this is a song about tommorrow and about how tommorrow can be better. if we all,
"Each one reach one, Each one try to teach one".

Nobody can do everything,
but everybody can do something,
everyone must play a part,
everyone got to go to work, Work for Peace.

Spirit Say Work, Work for Peace
If you believe the things you say, go to work.
If you believe in Peace, time to go to work.
Cant be wavin your head no more, go to work.

Criminalise the Poor
by Demockracy Crisis
There's a war going on, a war on the poor
a crime to be homeless not human no more
jail the squeegee kids lock them up tight,
but "law & order" are not always right.

(chorus:)
Criminalise the poor, it's all out war



We forgot about justice in the "land of the free"
smug politicians the real enemy
cater to the interests of the wealthy elite
while people just starve and die in our streets

Chorus:

The cops got the power to harass and arrest,
our so called democracy is put to the test
the superflous poor have nothing to offer
so we'll lock them all up and make them all suffer.

Chorus:

What will be gained by draconian type laws,
will society be cured of it's obvious flaws?
will the poor go away or become equal to all
if we want that to happen the system must fall.

Everybody Talks; Nobody Cares
by Mendelson Joe
I play the music
and the music plays me
When everybody talks
and nobody seems to care

Oh, my name is Joe
And you know I come from Toronronronronronto
Where everybody talks
and nobody nobody seems to care

Oh, everybody talks and
and nobody seems to care
who does what and what to whom
it ain't fair

Tell me . . .
(instrumental)

We'll see you alligators
In a while crocodiles
When everybody talks
and nobody nobody seems to care

Everybody talks
and nobody seems to care
when everybody talks
and nobody nobody seems to care

Edgar,

on the second page of this thread, you have a song titled "Custer's Last Stand".

Could you please tell me who penned it/sang it.

Thanks

apoetic
Here is the information I got on it from Harry Belafonte and Friends website:

Words and Music by : Dickson Hall - Gary Romero
Arranged and adapted by: MacDonald-Salter-Green
Recorded by Harry Belafonte on:
45 :
LP : LSP-4521

Defeated - Tuli Kupferburg

When that I was a little little boy
My Mommie defeated me
(two lines censored)
Defeated defeated
I know I am defeated
Defeated defeated
You are defeated too

When I went to a little little school
My teacher defeated me
She would not let me sing at my desk
Or climb on an apple tree
Defeated defeated
I know I am defeated
Defeated defeated
You are defeated too

When that I was a little little man
The government defeated me
They said I want three years and maybe your life
To kill my enemies
Defeated defeated
I know I am defeated
Defeated defeated
You are defeated too

When I came home from the focking army
The boss defeated me
He said you're mine for three thousand a year
And after fifty you are free
Defeated defeated
I know I am defeated
Defeated defeated
You are defeated too

Umph
You are defeated too
You're defeated man
Me too

Plastic Man
Written by: R. D. Davies, of The Kinks

A man lives at the corner of the street,
And his neighbors think he's helpful and he's sweet,
'Cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand,
But no one knows he really is a plastic man.

He's got plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes,
(Yeah, he's plastic man)
He's got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose.
(Yeah, he's plastic man)
He's got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums,
And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum.
(Plastic bum)

Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man don't feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He can't disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).

He's got plastic flowers growing up the walls,
He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork,
He likes plastic cups and saucers 'cause they never break,
And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate.

Plastic man got no brain,
Plastic man don't feel no pain,
Plastic people look the same,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Kick his shin or tread on his face,
Pull his nose all over the place,
He can't disfigure, or disgrace,
Plastic man (plastic man).

,p>He's got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac,
(Yeah, he's plastic man)
And his children wanna be plastic like their dad,
(Yeah, he's plastic man)
He's got a phony smile that makes you think he understands,
But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (plastic man)

Plastic man (plastic man).

Muswell Hillbilly
The Kinks

Well I said goodbye to Rosie Rooke this morning,
I'm gonna miss her bloodshot alcoholic eyes,
She wore her Sunday hat so she'd impress me,
I'm gonna carry her memory 'til the day I die.

They'll move me up to Muswell Hill tomorrow,
Photographs and souvenirs are all I've got,
They're gonna try and make me change my way of living,
But they'll never make me something that I'm not.

Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
but my heart lies in old West Virginia,
Never seen New Orleans, Oklahoma, Tennessee,
Still I dream of the Black Hills that I ain't never seen.

They're putting us in little boxes,
No character just uniformity,
They're trying to build a computerised community,
But they'll never make a zombie out of me.

They'll try and make me study elocution,
Because they say my accent isn't right,
They can clear the slums as part of their solution,
But they're never gonna kill my cockney pride.

Cos I'm a Muswell Hillbilly boy,
But my heart lies in Old West Virginia,
Though my hills are not green,
I have seen them in my dreams,
Take me back to those Black Hills,
That I have never seen.

Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues
The Kinks

I'm too terrified to walk out of my own front door,
They're demonstrating outside I think they're gonna start the third world war,
I've been to my local head shrinker,
To help classify my disease,
He said it's one of the cases of acute schizophrenia he sees.

Well the milkman's a spy, and the grocer keeps on following me,
And the woman next door's an undercover for the K.G.B.,
And the man from the Social Security
Keeps on invading my privacy,
Oh there ain't no cure for acute schizophrenia disease.

I've got acute schizophrenia paranoia too,
Schizophrenia, schizophrenia,
I've got it, you've got it, we can't lose,
Acute schizophrenia blues.

I'm lost on the river, the river of no return,
I can't make decisions, I don't know which way I'm gonna turn,
Even my old dad, lost some of the best friends he ever had,
Apparently, his was a case of acute schizophrenia too.

I got acute schizophrenia paranoia too,
Schizophrenia, schizophrenia,
I've got it, you've got it, we can't lose,
Acute schizophrenia blues,

They're watching my house and they're tapping my telephone,
I can't trust nobody, but I'm much too scared to be on my own
And the income tax collector's got his beady eye on me,
Oh there ain't no cure for acute schizophrenia disease.

No there ain't no cure for
Schizophrenia disease.

Ha ha. Great!

he may never get the respect he deserves, but mr. davies could write a hell of a song