My favorite is Bodies by Drowning Pool... Bodies Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Beaten why for Can’t take much more One - nothing wrong with me Two - nothing wrong with me Three - nothing wrong with me Four - nothing wrong with me One - something’s got to give Two - something’s got to give Three - something’s got to give Now Let the bodies hit the floor Push me again This is the end Skin against skin blood and bone You’re all by yourself but you’re not alone You wanted in now you’re here Driven by hate consumed by fear Let the bodies hit the floor
ok, my new favorite anti war song is- "Goodbye Horses" by Q Lazzarus now everybody tuck between their legs and dance in front of the mirror. *edit* see this thread http://bbs.clutchfans.net/showthread.php?t=115720
Listening to RATM way back in jr. high, we weren't clued in to the issues they were singing about, but we always felt we were being brainwashed anyway.
Cranberry's - Zombie U2- Sunday bloody sunday. And a dutch song. It is pretty old, i think it was from the vietnam war. Boudewijn de groot - Mijnheer de president Mijnheer de president, welterusten. Slaap maar lekker in je mooie witte huis. Denk maar niet te veel aan al die verre kusten waar uw jongens zitten, eenzaam, ver van thuis. Denk vooral niet aan die zesenveertig doden, die vergissing laatst met dat bombardement. En vergeet het vierde van die tien geboden die u als goed christen zeker kent. Denk maar niet aan al die jonge frontsoldaten eenzaam stervend in de verre tropennacht. Laat die weke pacifistenkliek maar praten, mijnheer de president, slaap zacht. Droom maar van de overwinning en de zege, droom maar van uw mooie vredesideaal dat nog nooit door bloedig moorden is verkregen, droom maar dat het u wel lukken zal dit maal. Denk maar niet aan al die mensen die verrekken, hoeveel vrouwen, hoeveel kinderen zijn vermoord. Droom maar dat u aan het langste eind zult trekken en geloof van al die tegenstand geen woord. Bajonetten met bloedige gevesten houden ver van hier op uw bevel de wacht voor de glorie en de eer van het vrije westen. Mijnheer de president, slaap zacht. Schrik maar niet te erg wanneer u in uw dromen al die schuldeloze slachtoffers ziet staan die daarginds bij het gevecht zijn omgekomen en u vragen hoe lang dit nog zo moet gaan. En u zult toch ook zo langzaamaan wel weten dat er mensen zijn die ziek zijn van geweld, die het bloed en de ellende niet vergeten en voor wie nog steeds een mensenleven telt. Droom maar niet te veel van al die dode mensen, droom maar fijn van overwinning en van macht. Denk maar niet aan al die vredeswensen. Mijnheer de president, slaap zacht. Translation: mister president, Goodnight. Sleep nicely in your beautiful white house. Do not think too much of all those distant coasts where your boys stay, solitary, far from home. Do not think especially of those forty-six deads, That mistake lately with that bombardment. And forget the fourth of those ten commandments. which you as a good Christian certainly knows. Don't think of all those young front soldiers solitary dying in the distant tropics night. sir let all those weak pacifists talk Mister president, sleep gently. Dream of the victory and the triumph, dream of your beautiful peace ideal which has never been obtained by bloodily assassinations. dream that this time ,however, you will succeed. don't Think of all those people who perish how many women, how many children have been Killed. Dream that you to the longest end will draw and don't belief a word of all the opponents. Bayonets With bloody handles Stand far from here on your orders on guard For the glory and honor of the free west. Mister president, sleep gently. Do not get scared to much when in your dreams You see al the helpless victims Who died there during the battles And ask you how long this is going to last. You should know by now That a lot of people are sick of violence Who will not forget the blood and suffering And for who a human life still counts Do not dream to much of all the dead people Dream nicely of victory and power Do not think to much of all the peace wishes. Mister president, Sleep gently
pretty much the whole new Neil Young cd and the Bruce springsteen pete seeger folk thing has some nice subtle anti war messages
Sting- This War "........Invest in deadly weapons And those little cotton flags Invest in wooden caskets In guns and body bags You're investing in oppression Investing in corruption Invest in every tyranny And the whole world's destruction I imagine there's a future When all the earthly wars are over You may find yourself just standing there On the white cliffs of Dover You may ask, what does it profit a man To gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his soul? Is that your body you see on the rocks below As the tide begins to roll? And you invested in this prison From which you never got released And you may have won this war we're fighting But would you tolerate the peace? There's a war on our democracy A war on our dissent There's a war inside religion And what Jesus might have meant There's a war on Mother Nature There's a war upon the seas There's a war upon the forests On the birds and the bees There's a war on education There's a war on information There's a war between the sexes And every nation There's a war on our compassion There's a war on understanding There's a war on love and life itself And it's war that they're demanding Make it easy on yourself And don't do nothing"
A couple more by Metallica, "For Whom the Bell Tolls" and "Disposable Heroes". "Makin' the Bombs" - Circle Jerks "The Government Built Another Bomb" - Gang Green "Warhead" - UK Subs "The Queen and the Soldier" - Suzanne Vega "Surf Nicaragua" - Sacred Reich "1945" - Social Distortion "Invisible Sun" - The Police
off the top of my head Volunteers - Jefferson Airplane The Times They Are a Changin' – Dylan War Pigs – Black Sabbath (What's So Funny 'bout) Peace, Love And Understanding? - Nick Lowe Last Night I had the Strangest Dream - Johnny Cash Life During Wartime - .Talking Heads Lucky Man - Emerson, Lake & Palmer Ball of Confusion - The Temptations Doctor My Eyes - Jackson Browne For What It's Worth - Buffalo Springfield [edit] Momma Look Sharp - 1776
nice, how 'bout this: One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox johnny sang About a thing called love And its how are you kid and whats your name And how would you bloody know? In blood and death neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed Then prayed and bled some more And the only thing that I could see Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me But when we got back, labeled parts one to three There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me And a rovin a rovin a rovin Ill go For a pair of brown eyes I looked at him he looked at me All I could do was hate him While ray and philomena sang Of my elusive dream I saw the streams, the rolling hills Where his brown eyes were waiting And I thought about a pair of brown eyes That waited once for me So drunk to hell I left the place Sometimes crawling sometimes walking A hungry sound came across the breeze So I gave the walls a talking And I heard the sounds of long ago From the old canal And the birds were whistling in the trees Where the wind was gently laughing And a rovin a rovin a rovin Ill go For a pair of brown eyes
Eminem- Mosh http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4210319561759729677&q=eminem+mosh Immortal Tech. - Bin laden http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WA_xXWSXyFI&search=laden
Worldwide bdp are the freshest! Worldwide! worldwide! worldwide! One two three, the crew is called bdp And if you want to go to the tip top Stop the violence in hip-hop, y-o Time and time again, as I pick up the pen As my thoughts emerge, these are those words I glance at the paper to know whats going on Someones doing wrong, the story goes on Mary lues had a baby someone else decapitated The drama of the world shouldnt keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesnt coincide with my books Social studies when I speak upon political crooks Its just the presidents, and all the money they spent All the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate They paid missiles, my familys eating gristle Then they get upset when the press blows the whistle Of course the main profiles are kept low You temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled Not only newspapers, but every single station You only get to hear the president is on vacation But ehrm, stay calm, theres no need for alarm You say go back to your mom, and youre off to vietnam You shoot to kill, come back and youre a veteran But how many veterans are out there pedaling? Theres no telling, cause they continue selling As quiet as its kept, I wont go into depth You can talk about nigeria, people used to laugh at ya. Now I take a look, I say usa for africa? ! Huh. Whats the solution, to stop all this confusion? Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which youre using Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation proclamation We fight inflation, yet the presidents still on vacation Bdp posse! I say: one two three, the crew is called bdp And if you wanna go to the tip top Stop the violence in the hip-hop, y-o This might sound a little strange to you Well heres the reason I came to you We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence Cause real bad boys move in silence When youre in a club, you come to chill out Not watch someones blood just spill out Thats what these other people want to see Another race fight endlessly You know were being watched, you know were being seen Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop But I wont drop Not I or scott larock Now here is the message that we bring today: Hip-hop will surely decay If we as a people dont stand up and say: Stop the violence! Stop the violence! Stop the violence! Stop the violence! Stop the violence! I say: one two three, the crew is called bdp And if you wanna go to the tip top Stop the violence in the hip-hop, y-o Bdp and me We step into the party top celebrity Say when were coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee Cause thats where we got r-e-s-p-e-c-t I have this one wife, her name is miss melody I know Im from the bronx, she from the brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that i Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat Sometimes Im in a mercedes and sometimes Im in a plain Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train Some people look at me and see negativity Some people look at me and see positivity But when I see myself I see creativity So if I can create, well then I make some money Sha man, just put your hands up if youre out here gettin paid Sha man, just put your hands up if youre out here gettin paid One two three, the crew is called bdp And if you wanna go to the tip top Stop the violence in the hip-hop, y-o
