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Stand up, all victims of oppression
For the tyrants fear your might Don't cling so hard to your possessions For you have nothing, if you have no rights Let racist ignorance be ended For respect makes the empires fall Freedom is merely privilege extended Unless enjoyed by one and all Chorus: So come brothers and sisters For the struggle carries on The Internationale Unites the world in song So comrades come rally For this is the time and place The international ideal Unites the human race Let no one build walls to divide us Walls of hatred nor walls of stone Come greet the dawn and stand beside us We'll live together or we'll die alone In our world poisoned by exploitation Those who have taken, now they must give And end the vanity of nations We've but one Earth on which to live And so begins the final drama In the streets and in the fields We stand unbowed before their armour We defy their guns and shields When we fight, provoked by their aggression Let us be inspired by like and love For though they offer us concessions Change will not come from above |
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(Billy Bragg Music: Earl Robinson)
I dreamed I saw Phil Ochs last night Alive as you and me Says I to Phil "You're ten years dead" "I never died" says he "I never died" says he The music business killed you Phil They ignored the things you said And cast you out when fashions changed Says Phil "But I ain't dead" Says Phil "But I ain't dead" The FBI harassed you Phil They smeared you with their lies Says he "But they could never kill What they could not compromise I never compromised" "Though fashion's changed and critics sneered The songs that I have sung Are just as true tonight as then The struggle carries on The struggle carries on" With the song of freedom rings out loud From valleys and from hills Where people stand up for their rights Phil Ochs is with us still Phil Ochs inspires us still |
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Here we are, seeking out the Reds
Trying to keep the communists in order Just remember when you're sleeping in your beds They're only two days drive from the Texas border How can a country large as ours Be scared of such a threat Well if they won't work for us They're against us you can bet They may be sovereign countries But you folks at home forget That they all want what we've got But they don't know it yet We're making the world safe for capitalism Here we come with our candy and our guns And our corporate muscle marches in behind us For freedom's just another world for nothing left to sell And if you want narcotics we can get you those as well We help the multi-nationals When they cry out protect us The locals scream and shout a bit But we don't let that affect us We're here to lend a helping hand In case they don't elect us How dare they buy our products Yet still they don't respect us We're making the world safe for capitalism If you thought the army Was here protecting people like yourself I've some news for you We're here to defend wealth Away with nuns and bishops The Good Lord will help those that help themselves I've some news for you We're here to defend wealth We're making the world safe for capitalism |
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the Holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Amongst these dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of Fire. I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land. Words: William Blake Music Hubert Parry |
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The people's flag is deepest red
It shrouded oft our martyred dead And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold Their hearts' blood dyed to every fold Chorus: Then raise the scarlet standard high Beneath its folds we'll live and die Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer We'll keep the red flag flying here It waved above our infant might When all ahead seemed dark as night It witnessed many a deed and vow We must not change its colour now Chorus It well recalls the triumphs past It gives the hope of peace at last The banner bright, the symbol plain Of human right and human gain Chorus It suits today the meek and base Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place To cringe beneath the rich man's frown And haul that sacred emblem down Chorus With heads uncovered swear we all To bare it onward till we fall Come dungeons dark or gallows grim This song shall be our parting hymn Chorus Words: Jim Connell Music: "The White Cockade" |
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My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way The fife and drum beat out the time While in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher's tray My youngest son same home today My youngest son was a fine young man With a wife, a daughter and two sons And a man he would have lived and died Till by a bullet sanctified Now he's a saint or so they say They brought their young saint home today An Irish sky looks down and weeps Upon the narrow Belfast streets At children's blood in gutters spilled In dreams of glory unfulfilled As part of freedom's price to pay My youngest son came home today My youngest son came home today His friends marched with him all the way The pipe and drum beat out the time While in his box of polished pine Like dead meat on a butcher's tray My youngest son came home today And this time he's here to stay |
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Help save the youth of America
Help save them from themselves Help save the sun-tanned surfer boys And the Californian girls When the lights go out in the rest of the World What do our cousins say They're playing in the sun and having fun, fun, fun Till Daddy takes the gun away From the Big Church to the Big River And out to the Shining Sea This is the Land of Opportunity And there's a Monkey Trial on TV A nation with their freezers full Are dancing in their seats While outside another nation Is sleeping in the streets Don't tell me the old, old story Tell me the truth this time Is the Man in the Mask or the Indian An enemy or a friend of mine Help save the youth of America Help save the youth of the world Help save the boys in uniform Their mothers and their faithful girls Listen to the voice of the soldier Down in the killing zone Talking about the cost of living And the price of bringing him home They're already shipping the body bags Down by the Rio Grande But you can fight for democracy at home And not in some foreign land And the fate of the great United States Is entwined in the fate of us all And the incident at Chernobyl proves The world we live in is very small And the cities of Europe have burned before And they may yet burn again And if they do I hope you understand That Washington will burn with them Omaha will burn with them Los Alamos will burn with them |
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Do you think that the Russians want war?
These are the parents of children who died in the last one Do you think that it's possible knowing their past That they'd ever considered repeating the past When twenty million were slaughtered by NAZI invasion They died fighting on our side you know In a fight to defend human kind against NAZI terror and hatred In the name of humanity bitter and torn In the name of our children as yet to be born Before we do that which can never be undone I beg of you Think, think again And again and again and again and again Do you think that the Russians want war? These are the sons and the daughters of parents who died in the last one Do you think that they want to go through that again? The destruction, the bloodshed, the suffering and pain In the second world war, out of every three dead, one was Russian If we try with all of our power Can we not find a way to peacefully settle our difference In the name of humanity bitter and torn In the name of our children as yet to be born Before we do that which can never be undone I beg of you Think, think again And again and again and again and again Do you think that the Russians want war? Will the voice of insanity lead you to total destruction? Will you stumble to death as though you were blind? Will you cause the destruction of all human kind? Will you die because you don't like their political system? There will be no survivors you know No one left to scream in the night and condemn our stupidity In the name of humanity bitter and torn In the name of our children as yet to be born Before we do that which can never be undone I beg of you Think, think again And again and again and again and again |
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Chile your water runs read
Through Soweto If you heard about chile Then you heard about Soweto Where the blood of oppression Runs deep as the mines Chile your water runs red Through Soweto The hand that choked The spirit of Allende Pulls the trigger of a gun On the children of Soweto Chile your waters run red Through Soweto The hand that cut short the song of Viictor Jara Put young Steven Biko in a dusty hill grave Chile your water runs red through Soweto The hand of oppression is the hand of hunger The waters of Chile lap the shores of cape fear Chile your water runs red through Soweto The same hand The same water |
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The party that became so powerful by sinking
foreign boats Is dreaming up new promises because promises win votes And being resolute in conference with the ad man's expertise The majority by their silence shall pay for days like these The right to build communities is back behind closed doors 'Tween government and people stands the right arm of the law And shame upon the patriot when the mark of the Bulldog Breed Is a family without a home and a pensioner in need Those whose lives are ruled by dogma are waiting for a sign The Better Dead Than Red Brigade are listening on the line And the liberal, with a small L cries in front of the TV And another demonstration passes on to history Peace, bread, work, and freedom is the best we can achieve And wearing badges is not enough in days like these |
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Up in the morning and out to school
Mother says there'll be no work next year Qualifications once the Golden Rule Are now just pieces of paper Just because you're better than me Doesn't mean I'm lazy Just because you're going forwards Doesn't mean I'm going backwards If you look the part you'll get the job In last year's trousers and your old school shoes The truth is son, it's a buyer's market They can afford to pick and choose Just because you're better than me Doesn't mean I'm lazy Just because I dress like this Doesn't mean I'm a communist The factories are closing and the army's full I don't know what I'm going to do But I've come to see in the Land of the Free There's only a future for the Chosen Few Just because you're better than me Doesn't mean I'm lazy Just because you're going forwards Doesn't mean I'm going backwards At twenty one you're on top of the scrapheap At sixteen you were top of the class All they taught you at school Was how to be a good worker The system has failed you, don't fail yourself Just because you're better than me Doesn't mean I'm lazy Just because you're going forwards Doesn't mean I'm going backwards |
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There is power in a factory, power in the land
Power in the hands of a worker But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand There is power in a Union Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud War has always been the bosses' way, sir The Union forever defending our rights Down with the blackleg, all workers unite With our brothers and our sisters from many far off lands There is power in a Union Now I long for the morning that they realise Brutality and unjust laws can not defeat us But who'll defend the workers who cannot organise When the bosses send their lackies out to cheat us? Money speaks for money, the Devil for his own Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone What a comfort to the widow, a light to the child There is power in a Union The Union forever defending our rights Down with the blackleg, all workers unite With our brothers and our sisters together we will stand There is power in a Union. |
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Five hundred men sacked for refusing
To ever cross a picket line The voices down the ages warning Never cross a picket line You must never cross a picket line Two years gone by but still they never Ever cross a picket line With their wives and children they stand together Never cross a picket line You must never cross a picket line Look away, look away Look away out west to San Francisco Look away, look away Look away down south to Sydney Harbour Where the dockers have organised The world's longest picket line Technically this is an illegal strike Never cross a picket line But technically workers have no rights Never cross a picket line You must never cross a picket line Oh, I want to live in a Brand New Britain Never cross a picket line Where workers rights are enshrined and written Never cross a picket line You must never cross a picket line Look away, look away Look away out west to San Diego Look away, look away Look away out east to far Osaka Where the dockers have organised The world's longest picket line The Tories are gone but there's no improvement Never cross a picket line Now where is the might of the Labour movement Never cross a picket line You must never cross a picket line Look away, look away Look away down south to Auckland City Look away, look away Look away out west to old Vancouver Where the dockers have organised The world's longest picket line Where the dockers have realised You must never cross a picket line |
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(original song by Sam Cooke)
I was born by the river in a little tent And just like the river, I've been running ever since It's been a long time coming But I know a change is gonna come It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die I don't know what's up there beyond the sky It's been a long time coming But I know a change is gonna come I go to the movie, and I go downtown Somebody keep telling me "Don't hang around" It's been a long time coming But I know a change is gonna come Then I go to my brother and I say, "Brother, help me please" But he winds up knocking me back down on my knees There've been times that I've thought I couldn't last for long But now I think I'm able to carry on It's been a long time coming But I know a change is gonna come |
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(cover of traditional song)
A miner's life is like a sailor on board a ship to cross the waves Every day his life's in danger, many ventures being brave Watch the rocks, they're falling daily, careless miners always fail Keep your hand upon your wages and your eye upon the scale Chorus: Union miners, stand together Do not heed the Coal Board's tale Keep your hand upon your wages And your eye upon the scale You've been docked and docked again, boys, you've been loading three for one What's the use in all your working when your mining days are done? Worn out shoes and worn miners, blackened lungs and faces pale Oh keep your hand upon your wages and your eye upon the scale (Chorus) In conclusion, bear in memory, keep this password in your mind Worker's strength cannot be broken when unions be combined Stand up tall and stand together, victory for you prevail Oh keep your hands upon your wages and your eye upon the scale (Chorus 2x) |
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