“For What It’s Worth” - Buffalo Springfield
“Ohio” by C,S,N, & Y (Has special relevance for me, since I’m a native Ohioan, and my mother attended Kent State U.)
“Fortunate Son” - CCR
And, of course. . . .
“Born in the USA” - Bruce Springsteen. Not as strident as some, but it still made a point.
I’m not sure if it qualifies, but i was quite impressed with Steve Earle’s recent song, “John Walker’s Blues.”
It wasn’t really and anti-war song or a protest song in the traditional sense; it was more of an attempt to get inside the head of someone who had been demonized and understand why he made the choices he did.
Lyrics here, for those who haven’t heard the song.
Not much respect for this 80’s one, but I like Men At Work – It’s A Mistake
The original target seems to have been Ronald Reagan, the ending though, makes me think of the current commander in chief and the protesters world wide telling him what it is:
*Tell us commander, what do you think?
'Cos we know that you love all that power
Is it on then, are we on the brink?
We wish you’d all throw in the towel
We’ll not fade out too soon
Not in this finest hour
Whistle your favourite tune
We’ll send a card and flower
Saying
It’s a mistake, it’s a mistake
It’s a mistake, it’s a mistake *
Andy Irvin has a snappy little number written by Marcus Turner called When the Boys Are on Parade. With all due respect for the copyright rules and policy here is a verse:
We may well decide we need it and we’ll pay to arm and feed it
But can you tell me who will lead it when the decisions must be made
And you may well prefer abstention but I feel compelled to mention
You’d do well to pay attention when the Boys are on Parade.
That gives a little of the flavor of the thing.
Buffy StMarie’s Universal Soldier, as has already been mentioned as a classic as has Pete Seeger’s Waist Deep in the Big Muddy (and the Big Fool Said Move On). All three emphasize not so much that war is a hideous and destructive thing–which is pretty obvious–as that there is a duty to control what the tools of war are use to do.
And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can’t get to sleep?
And night-time’s just a jungle dark and a barking M16?
And what’s this rash that comes and goes, can you tell me what it means?
God help me, I was only ninteen.
I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I’ve had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver City
And it’s only other vets could understand
The’re not anti-war, per se, but they are protest songs:
“The Revolution Will Not Be Televised” by Gil Scott Heron
“Get Up, Stand Up” by Bob Marley and The Wailers
“Fuck Tha Police” by NWA
“Fight The Power” by Public Enemy
“(You Gotta) Fight for Your Right (to Party)” by The Beastie Boys. (Really – what kind of world is it where one’s mother is allowed to throw away one’s best porno mag?)
And, on the anti-war front:
“Happy X-Mas (War Is Over)” by John Lennon and Yoko Ono
“War” by Edwin Starr
“Heaven Help Us All” by Stevie Wonder. Gets me nearly every time I hear it. “Heaven help the boy who won’t reach 21/Heaven help the man who gave that boy a gun” and “Heaven help the man who kicks the man who has to crawl/Heaven help us all”, especially.
Tom Paxton’s song “Born on the 4th of July,” based on Ron Kovic’s book. Excellent book, excellent song. The book was written by a guy who did two enlistments in Vietnam and ended up paralyzed.
Now I wheel myself down to the crossroads of town
To watch the young girls and thier lovers.
And my mind is afire, it’s alive with desire.
Christ, I’ve barely begun, now it’s over.
It my wheelchair for life, my mechanical wife
I’m suppose to be cheerful and stoic.
I’m your old tried-and-true, Yankee Doodle to you.
Clean cut, paralyzed, and heroic.
I was born on the 4th of July.
No one more loyal than I.
When my country said so, I was ready to go
And I wish I’d been left there to die.