The Lady Speaks

Friday Anti-War Song with bonus!

After yesterday's hoot of a post about the National Review's "Top 50 Conservative Rock Songs" I figured y'all might need a little extra dose… or a couple.

Actually, I couldn't pick decide which one to post today, so I'm posting all three: 

Mothers of the Disappeared – – U2

Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall

 *

Sunday Bloody Sunday – U2 

I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long…

Cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…

Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday (Sunday, bloody Sunday…)
(allright lets go!)

And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday

How long…
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long…

cause tonight…we can be as one
Tonight…
Tonight…

Sunday, bloody Sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(Sunday, bloody Sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday, bloody Sunday)

Sunday, bloody sunday (Sunday, bloody Sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (Sunday, bloody Sunday)
(here I come!)

And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle yet begun (Sunday, bloody Sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (Sunday, bloody Sunday)
On…

Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday…

*

Blowin' in the Wind – – Bob Dylan 

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man
How many seas must the white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
Yes, and how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it washed to the sea
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind

 

May 26, 2006 - Posted by | Civil War, Illegal Immigration, Iraq, Music, Politics, Protest, War

1 Comment »

  1. I have been looking for the history of this song for a long time, I would appreciate it if you have any more information about what happened on the 8th of November, 1965. I believe that the vietnam veterans did not receive the honor that they deserved. So many times we look for a scape goat for mistakes that the government has made, and so many times our soldiers take the brunt of their fellow Americans criticism. It’s not right.

    Thanks Big and Rich for making a tribute to these men who fought in the vietnam war.

    Comment by Ray | August 7, 2006 | Reply


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