THE USE OF MUSIC IN CLASS

1. THE USE OF MUSIC IN CLASS TAH Meeting April 18, 2013

2. Essential Questions • What impact do songs have on social movements? • What is the historical context in which these songs are written and performed? • What makes a song effective in a cause?

3. Role of Music • Music has been used to lift the spirits of poor, oppressed and rebels. • Music has been used to communicate the ideas of change and protest. • From different historical eras from slavery, The Great Depression, Civil Rights Movement and Vietnam, individuals have shared their opinions of injustice.

4. “PEOPLE GET READY”: MUSIC AND THE CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT OF THE 1950’S AND 1960’S PART I

5. We shall overcome, We shall overcome, We shall overcome, some day.Oh, deep in my heart,I do believeWe shall overcome, some day.We'll walk hand in hand, We'll walk hand in hand, We'll walk hand in hand, some day.Oh, deep in my heart,I do believeWe shall overcome, some day.We shall live in peace, We shall live in peace, We shall live in peace, some day. Oh, deep in my heart,I do believeWe shall overcome, some day.We are not afraid, We are not afraid, We are not afraid, TODAY Oh, deep in my heart,I do believeWe shall overcome, some day.The whole wide world aroundThe whole wide world aroundThe whole wide world around some dayOh, deep in my heart,I do believeWe shall overcome, some day. We Shall Overcome by Pete Seeger

6. AmenThis little light of mineI'm going to let it shineThis little light of mineI'm going to let it shineThis little light of mine,I'm going to let it shine,Let it shineLet it shine to show my loveEverywhere I go I'm gonna let it shineEverywhere I go I'm gonna let it shineEverywhere I go I'm gonna let it shineI let it shine to show my loveEven in my home I'm gonna let is shineI let it shine to show my loveWhen I see my neighbor coming I'm gonna let it shineAmen “This Little Light of Mine” Sung by Sam Cooke

7. If you miss me at the back of the busyou can't find me nowherecome on over to the front of the busI'll be riding up there.If you miss me on the picket lineyou can't find me nowherecome on over to the city jailI'll be roaming over there.If you miss me in the Mississippi Riveryou can't find me nowherecome on over to the swimming poolI'll be swimming right there. If you miss me in the cotton fieldsyou can't find me nowherecome on over to the courthouseI'll be voting right there. If you miss me at the back of the busyou can't find me nowherecome on over to the front of the busI'll be riding up there. “If You Miss Me at the Back of the Bus”

8. Paul and Silas, bound in jailHad no money for to go their bailKeep your eyes on the prize, hold onHold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!Paul and Silas began to shoutDoors popped open, and they walked outKeep your eyes on the prize, hold onHold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!Well, the only chains that we can standAre the chains of hand in handKeep your eyes on the prize, hold onGot my hand on the freedom plowWouldn't take nothing for my journey nowKeep your eyes on the prize, hold on!Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)Keep your Eyes on the Prize, hold on! Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!Hold on, (hold on), hold on, (hold on)Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)(Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on) “Keep Your Eyes on The Prize”

9. She was born on May 31, 1931 and passed on November 5, 2010. She was an opera singer who performed at the Met in New York City, Italy and France. At times, she was not allowed to sing in opera houses because she was black. Through her career, she fought racial discrimination. “Oh Freedom” Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom over meAfter awhile, and before I'd be a slave I'll be buried in my graveAnd go home to my Lord and be freeNo more mourning, no more mourning, no more mourning over me when I am freeAnd before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried in a my graveAnd I go home to my Lord and be freeNo more crying, no more dying, Lord, no more crying over me, and I am freeAnd before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried deep in a my graveAnd I go home to my Lord and be freeOh sweet freedom, oh sweet freedom, oh sweet freedom over meAnd before I'd be a slave, I'll be buried in a my graveAnd I will go home to my Lord and be free Shirley Verrett

10. Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin' Marchin' up to freedom land. Ain't gonna let no injunction turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let no injunction turn me around I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin' Marchin' up to freedom land. Ain't gonna let no hatred turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let no hatred turn me around I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin' Marchin' up to freedom land. Ain't gonna let racism turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let racism turn me around I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin' Marchin' up to freedom land. Ain't gonna let injustice turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let injustice turn me around I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin' Marchin' up to freedom land. Ain't gonna let no jail cell turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let no jail cell turn me around I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin' Marchin' up to freedom land. Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around I'm gonna keep on a-walkin', keep on a-talkin' Marchin' up to freedom land. “Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around”

11. Oxford Town, Oxford TownEv'rybody's got their hats bowed downThe sun don't shine above the groundAin't a-goin' down to Oxford Town.He went down to Oxford TownGuns and clubs followed him downAll because his face was brownBetter get away from Oxford Town.Oxford Town around the bendHe comes to the door, he couln't get inAll because of the color of his skinWhat do you think about that, my frien' ? Me and my gal, my gal's sonWe got met with a tear gas bombI don't even know why we comeGoin' back where we come from.Oxford Town in the afternoonEv'rybody singin' a sorrowful tuneTwo men died 'neath the Mississippi moonSomebody better investigate soon. “Oxford Town” by Bob Dylan

12. I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his ruleWhen marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to schoolHis name was jimmy meredithThe tide he helped to turnFor he chose to stay on that terrible dayThe land was soon to learnThere was blood, red blood, on their hands,Yellow dirt on their clothesWhat they thought they were doing,Only God and the devil knowsThere was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,Shot from their souls like a gunAnd as they threw their stones and bricks,They screamed, "see what you have done!"The governor made a promise he would keep the trouble downBut when the mob got ugly no troopers could be foundAnd men were filled with hate and fear,They screamed into the nightThe rebel flag waved in the airThe symbol of state's rights There was blood, red blood, on their hands,Yellow dirt on their clothesWhat they thought they were doing,Only God and the devil knowsThere was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,Shot from their souls like a gunAnd as they threw their stones and bricks,They screamed, "see what you have done Gas was fired into the mob after each attackAnd though the gas was running low, they never fired backAnd when the smoke had cleared and the fury felt it's painTwo men were dead and a hundred bledThe south had risen againSo listen mr barnet, and mr walker, tooThe times are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right over youBut someday you'll head for the south, to the southern tip of hellAnd it's hot down there, white-hot down thereLet's hear your rebel yell!There was blood, red blood, on their hands,Yellow dirt on their clothesWhat they thought they were doing,Only God and the devil knowsThere was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,Shot from their souls like a gunAnd as they threw their stones and bricks,They screamed, "see what you have done!""see what you have done!" “Ballad of Oxford (Jimmy Meredith)” by Phil Ochs

13. JOHN COLTRANE ~ Alabama • He wrote the song after the bombing 16th Street Baptist Church on September 15, 1963.

14. I left my home in Norfolk Virginia,California on my mind.Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh,On across Caroline.Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill,And we never was a minute late.We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown,Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state.We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle,Half way 'cross Alabam,And that 'hound broke down and left us all strandedIn downtown Birmingham.Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket,Ridin' cross Mississippi cleanAnd I was on that midnight flyer out of BirminghamSmoking into New Orleans.Somebody help me get out of LouisianaJust help me get to Houston town.There's people there who care a little 'bout meAnd they won't let the poor boy down. Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit,Put luggage in my hands,And I was on that midnight flyer out of BirminghamSmoking into New Orleans.Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carteFlying over to the Golden State;The pilot told me in thirteen minutesWe'd be headin' in the terminal gate.Swing low sweet chariot, come down easyTaxi to the terminal zone;Cut your engines, cool your wings,And let me make it to the telephone.Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia,Tidewater four ten O nineTell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'And the poor boy's on the line. “The Promise Land” by Chuck Berry

15. Keep on pushing Keep on pushing I've got to keep on pushing I can't stop now Move up a little higher Some way or somehow 'Cause I've got my strength And it don't make sense Not to keep on pushin' Hallelujah, Hallelujah Keep on pushing Now maybe some day I'll reach that higher goal I know that I can make it With just a little bit of soul 'Cause I've got my strength And it don't make sense Not to keep on pushin' Now look-a look, look-a-look, a-look-a yonder What's that I see A great big stone wall Stands there ahead of me But I've got my pride And I'll move on aside And keep on pushin' Hallelujah, Hallelujah Keep on pushing Keep on pushing Keep on pushing “Keep On Pushing” by Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions

16. I was born by the river in a little tentAnd just like that river I've been running ever sinceIt's been a long time comingBut I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it willIt's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to dieCos I don't know what's out there beyond the skyIt's been a long, a long time comingBut I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it willI go to the movieAnd I go down townsomebody keep telling me don't hang aroundIts been along time comingBut I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will Then I go to my brotherAnd I say brother help me pleaseBut he winds up knockin' meBack down on my kneesThere were times when I thought I couldn't last for longBut now I think I'm able to carry onIt's been a long, a long time comingBut I know a change gone come, oh yes it will “A Change Is Gonna Come” by Sam Cooke

17. The name of this tune is Mississippi GoddamAnd I mean every word of itAlabama's gotten me so upsetTennessee made me lose my restAnd everybody knows about Mississippi GoddamAlabama's gotten me so upsetTennessee made me lose my restAnd everybody knows about Mississippi GoddamCan't you see itCan't you feel itIt's all in the airI can't stand the pressure much longerSomebody say a prayerAlabama's gotten me so upsetTennessee made me lose my restAnd everybody knows about Mississippi GoddamThis is a show tuneBut the show hasn't been written for it, yetHound dogs on my trailSchool children sitting in jailBlack cat cross my pathI think every day's gonna be my last Lord have mercy on this land of mineWe all gonna get it in due timeI don't belong hereI don't belong thereI've even stopped believing in prayer Don't tell meI tell youMe and my people just about dueI've been there so I knowThey keep on saying "Go slow!"But that's just the trouble"do it slow"Washing the windows"do it slow"Picking the cotton"do it slow"You're just plain rotten"do it slow"You're too damn lazy"do it slow"The thinking's crazy"do it slow"Where am I goingWhat am I doingI don't knowI don't know "Mississippi Goddam"

18. But that's just the trouble"do it slow"Desegregation"do it slow"Mass participation"do it slow"Reunification"do it slow"Do things gradually"do it slow"But bring more tragedy"do it slow"Why don't you see itWhy don't you feel itI don't knowI don't knowYou don't have to live next to meJust give me my equalityEverybody knows about MississippiEverybody knows about AlabamaEverybody knows about Mississippi GoddamThat's it! Just try to do your very bestStand up be counted with all the restFor everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam I made you thought I was kiddin'Picket linesSchool boy cotsThey try to say it's a communist plotAll I want is equalityfor my sister my brother my people and meYes you lied to me all these yearsYou told me to wash and clean my earsAnd talk real fine just like a ladyAnd you'd stop calling me Sister SadieOh but this whole country is full of liesYou're all gonna die and die like fliesI don't trust you any moreYou keep on saying "Go slow!""Go slow!" “Mississippi Goddam” by Nina Simone

19. What you want (hooo) baby I got itWhat you need (hooo) you know I got it(Hooo) all I'm asking (hooo) is for a little respect( Just a little bit) when you come home(Just a little bit) hey baby ( Just little bit)When you come home ( Just a Little Bit) Mister I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're goneI ain't gonna do you wrong 'cause I don't wannaAll I'm asking is for a little respect when you come home(Just a Little Bit) Baby ( Just a little bit )When you come home ( Just a little Bit) Yeah I'm about to give you all my moneyAnd all I'm asking in return honeyIs to give me my propers when you get home(Justa Justa Justa) Yeah baby when you get home ( Just a little Bit ) Yeah ( Just a little bit ) Hooo your kisses sweeter than honey and guess what so is my moneyAll I want you to do for me is give it to me whn you get home( Re re re re spect) Yeah baby whip it to me( Just a little bit) when you get home now ( Just a little bit) R-E-S-P-E-C-T find out what it means to meR-E-S-P-E-C-T, Take care, TCB ohhhh (Sock it to me,etc.) A little respect oh yeah ( Just a little bit)A little respect ( Just a little Bit) “Respect” by Aretha Franklin

20. THE SIXTIES AND PROTEST MUSIC PART II

21. Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by night and day Courage peak from the Green Berets Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Back at home a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her his last request Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret. “Ballad of the Green Beret” by Staff Sergeant Barry Salder

22. We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;We don't take no trips on LSDWe don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street;We like livin' right, and bein' free.I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,A place where even squares can have a ballWe still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of allWe don't make a party out of lovin';We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,Like the hippies out in San Francisco do. And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,A place where even squares can have a ball.We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.Football's still the roughest thing on campus,And the kids here still respect the college dean.We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA. “Okie from Muskogee” by Merle Haggard

23. How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs flyBefore they’re forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the windThe answer is blowin’ in the wind How many years can a mountain existBefore it’s washed to the sea?Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people existBefore they’re allowed to be free?Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his headPretending he just doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the windThe answer is blowin’ in the wind How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry?Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the windThe answer is blowin’ in the wind “Blowin’ In the Wind” by Bob Dylan

24. Come you masters of warYou that build the big gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build all the bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks.You that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets fly.Like Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drain.You fasten all the triggersFor the others to fireThen you set back and watchWhen the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansion'As young people's bloodFlows out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mud. Let me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soul. How much do I knowTo talk out of turnYou might say that I'm youngYou might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I knowThough I'm younger than youThat even Jesus would neverForgive what you do. You've thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldFor threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedYou ain't worth the bloodThat runs in your veins.And I hope that you dieAnd your death'll come soonI will follow your casketIn the pale afternoonAnd I'll watch while you're loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I'll stand over your grave'Til I'm sure that you're dead. “Master of War” sung by Eddie Vedder

25. Oh my name it is nothin'My age it means lessThe country I come fromIs called the MidwestI's taught and brought up thereThe laws to abideAnd the land that I live inHas God on its side.Oh the history books tell itThey tell it so wellThe cavalries chargedThe Indians fellThe cavalries chargedThe Indians diedOh the country was youngWith God on its side.The Spanish-AmericanWar had its dayAnd the Civil War tooWas soon laid awayAnd the names of the heroesI's made to memorizeWith guns on their handsAnd God on their side. With God on my side. But now we got weaponsOf the chemical dustIf fire them we're forced toThen fire them we mustOne push of the buttonAnd a shot the world wideAnd you never ask questionsWhen God's on your side.In a many dark hourI've been thinkin' about thisThat Jesus ChristWas betrayed by a kissBut I can't think for youYou'll have to decideWhether Judas IscariotHad God on his side.So now as I'm leavin'I'm weary as HellThe confusion I'm feelin'Ain't no tongue can tellThe words fill my headAnd fall to the floorIf God's on our sideHe'll stop the next war. “With God on Our Side” by Bob Dylan The First World War, boysIt came and it wentThe reason for fightingI never did getBut I learned to accept itAccept it with prideFor you don't count the deadWhen God's on your side.When the Second World WarCame to an endWe forgave the GermansAnd then we were friendsThough they murdered six millionIn the ovens they friedThe Germans now tooHave God on their side.sI've learned to hate RussiansAll through my whole lifeIf another war comesIt's them we must fightTo hate them and fear themTo run and to hideAnd accept it all bravely

26. Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans At the end of the early British war The young lad started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes I even killed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh I must have killed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore, Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason," Call it "Love" or call it "Reason," But I ain't marchin' any more, No I ain't marchin' any more “I Ain’t Marching Anymore” By Phil Ochs

27. Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American townI believe in God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin' old Castro downAnd when it came my time to serve I knew "better dead than red"But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said:CHORUSSarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleenAnd I always carry a purseI got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worseYes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid auntBesides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to schoolAnd I'm working in a DEE-fense plantI've got a dislocated disc and a wracked up backI'm allergic to flowers and bugsAnd when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fitsAnd I'm addicted to a thousand drugsI got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toesI can hardly reach my kneesAnd if the enemy came close to meI'd probably start to sneezeI'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleenAnd I always carry a purseI got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid auntBesides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to schoolAnd I'm working in a DEE-fense plantOoh, I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies,Onething you gotta seeThat someone's gotta go over thereAnd that someone isn't meSo I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell!Kill me a thousand or soAnd if you ever get a war without blood and goreI'll be the first to goYes, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleenAnd I always carry a purseI got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worseYes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid auntBesides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to schoolAnd I'm working in a DEE-fense plant “Draft Dodger Rag” by Phil Ochs

28. Some folks are born to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one. It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no, “Fortunate Son” sung by Creedence Clearwater Revival

29. “The Star-Spangled Banner” by Jimi Hendrix • He performed his version of “ The Star-Spangled Banner “ at Woodstock on August 18, 1969.

30. Come on all of you big strong menUncle Sam needs your help againhe's got himself in a terrible jamway down yonder in Viet Nam soput down your books and pick up a gun we'regonna have a whole lotta fun(CHORUS)And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting fordon't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet NamAnd it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gatesain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna dieCome on wall street don't be slowwhy man this war is a go-gothere's plenty good money to be made bysupplying the army with the tools of its tradelet's hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,they drop it on the Viet Cong Come on generals, let's move fastyour big chance has come at lastnow you can go out and get those redscos the only good commie is the one that's dead andyou know that peace can only be won when we'veblown 'em all to kingdom comeCome on mothers throughout the landpack your boys off to Viet Namcome on fathers don't hesitatesend your sons off before it's too lateand you can be the first ones on your blockto have your boy come home in a box “I Feel Like I’am Fixin’ to Die Rag” by Country Joe Mc Donald

31. Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know? Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio. “Ohio” by Crosby, Stills, and Nash

32. Ev'rybody's talkin' 'boutBagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, TagismThis-ism, that-ism, ism ism ismAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance(C'mon)Ev'rybody's talkin' 'boutMinister, Sinister, Banisters and Canisters,Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, and Pop Eyes, Bye bye, Bye byesAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance (Let me tell you now)Ev'rybody's talkin' 'boutRevolution, Evolution, Masturbation, Flagellation, Regulation,Integrations, mediations, United Nations, congratulationsAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chanceEv'rybody's talkin' 'boutJohn and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary,Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper,Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare KrishnaHare Hare KrishnaAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance(Repeat 'til the tape runs out) “Give Peace A Chance” by John Lennon

33. I was under the dryer when the telegram came:"Private John C. Miller was shot down in Vietnam"Through my tears I read: "No more information at this timeHe's missin' in action somewhere on the Delta Line"And they say that I should be proud; he was fightin' for meThey say that I should be proud, those too blind to seeBut he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to fight for meHe was fightin' for the evils of societyNow I prayed night & day that my Johnny wouldn't dieLove, faith & hope was all that kept me aliveThen 6 weeks later came that cold & heartless letter:"Private Johnny was killed in action, number 54327"And they say that I should be proud; he was keepin' me freeThey say that I should be proud, those too blind to seeBut he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to die for meHe was fightin' for the evils of society They shipped him home with medals of honor & gloryEven our local paper ran a front-page story But the whole time gave him praisin' & said how honored I should beBut I don't want no superstar, just the good man they took from meAnd they tell me I should be proud; he was fightin' for meThey say that I should be proud, those too blind to seeBut he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to die for meHe's a victim of the evils of societyI should be proud of my JohnnyThey tell me that I should be proud; they just don't want Johnny for meThey tell me that I should be proud of my Johnny... “I Should Be Proud” by Martha Reeves and Vandellas

34. “Bruce Springsteen’s messages of hope” “Talk about a dream, try to make it real.” Bruce Springsteen

35. Bruce Springsteen • He was born on September 23, 1949 from the state of New Jersey. • He is known as “The Boss”. • His first album was released in 1972. • He writes on various types like anti-war songs, social injustice and the right of underprivileged. • His influences are Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger and Phil Ochs.

36. There is a blood red circleOn the cold dark groundAnd the rain is falling downThe church door's thrown openI can hear the organ's songBut the congregation's goneMy city of ruinsMy city of ruinsNow the sweet bells of mercyDrift through the evening treesYoung men on the cornerLike scattered leaves,The boarded up windows,The empty streetsWhile my brother's down on his kneesMy city of ruinsMy city of ruinsCome on, rise up! Come on, rise up!Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!Now's there's tears on the pillowDarlin' where we sleptAnd you took my heart when you leftWithout your sweet kissMy soul is lost, my friendTell me how do I begin again?My city's in ruinsMy city's in ruinsNow with these hands, With these hands,With these hands,I pray LordWith these hands, With these hands,I pray for the strength, LordWith these hands,With these hands,I pray for the faith, LordWe pray for your love, LordWe pray for the lost, LordWe pray for this world, LordWe pray for the strength, LordWe pray for the strength, LordCome onCome onCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise upCome on, rise up “My City in Ruins”

37. Once I thought I knewEverything I needed to know about youYour sweet whisper, Your tender touchBut I didn't really know that muchJoke's on me, It's gonna be okayIf I can just get through this lonesome dayHell's brewin' dark sun's on the riseThis storm'll blow through by and byHouse is on fire, Viper's in the grassA little revenge and this too shall passThis too shall pass, I'm gonna prayRight now all I got's this lonesome day It's allright? It's allright? It's allright Better ask questions before you shootDeceit and betrayals bitter fruitIt's hard to swallow, come time to payThat taste on your tongue don't easily slip awayLet kingdom come I'm gonna find my wayThrough this lonesome day "Lonesome Day"

38. Can't see nothin' in front of meCan't see nothin' coming up behindI make my way through this darknessI can't feel nothing but this chain that binds meLost track of how far I've goneHow far I've gone, how high I've climbedOn my back's a sixty pound stoneOn my shoulder a half mile lineCome on up for the risingCom on up, lay your hands in mineCome on up for the risingCome on up for the rising tonightLeft the house this morningBells ringing filled the airWearin' the cross of my callingOn wheels of fire I come rollin' down hereCome on up for the risingCome on up, lay your hands in mineCome on up for the risingCome on up for the rising tonightLi,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,liSpirits above and behind meFaces gone, black eyes burnin' brightMay their precious blood forever bind meLord as I stand before your fiery lightLi,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li I see you Mary in the gardenIn the garden of a thousand sighsThere's holy pictures of our childrenDancin' in a sky filled with lightMay I feel your arms around meMay I feel your blood mix with mineA dream of life comes to meLike a catfish dancin' on the end of the lineSky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonightSky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life (a dream of life)Come on up for the risingCome on up, lay your hands in mineCome on up for the risingCome on up for the rising tonightLi,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li “Rising”

39. I woke up this morningI could barely breatheJust an empty impressionIn the bed where you used to beI want a kiss from your lipsI want an eye for an eyeI woke up this morning to the empty skyEmpty sky, empty skyI woke up this morning to an empty skyEmpty sky, empty skyI woke up this morning to an empty skyBlood on the streetsYeah blood flowin' downI hear the blood of my bloodCryin' from the groundEmpty sky, empty skyI woke up this morning to an empty skyEmpty sky, empty skyI woke up this morning to an empty sky On the plains of JordanI cut my bow from the woodOf this tree of evilOf this tree of goodI want a kiss from your lipsI want an eye for an eyeI woke up this morning to an empty skyEmpty sky, empty skyI woke up this morning to an empty skyEmpty sky, empty skyI woke up this morning to an empty skyEmpty sky, empty skyI woke up this morning to an empty sky "Empty Sky"

40. It's rainin' but there ain't a cloud in the skyMusta been a tear from your eyeEverything'll be okayFunny thought I felt a sweet summer breezeMusta been you sighin' so deepDon't worry we're gonna find a wayI'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny dayGonna chase the clouds awayWaitin' on a sunny dayWithout you I'm workin' with the rain fallin' downHalf a party in a one dog townI need you to chase the blues awayWithout you I'm a drummer girl that can't keep a beatAnd ice cream truck on a deserted streetI hope that you're coming to stay I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny dayGonna chase the clouds awayWaitin' on a sunny dayHard times baby, well they come to tell us allSure as the tickin' of the clock on the wallSure as the turnin' of the night into dayYour smile girl, brings the mornin' light to my eyesLifts away the blues when I riseI hope that you're coming to stay I'm waitin', waitin' on a sunny dayGonna chase the clouds awayWaitin' on a sunny day "Waitin' On A Sunny Day"

41. It's a fairytale so tragicThere's no prince to break the spellI don't believe in magicBut for you I will, for you I willIf I'm a fool, I'll be a foolDarlin' for youI'm countin' on a miracleBaby I'm countin' on a miracleDarlin' I'm countin' on a miracleTo come throughThere ain't no storybook storyThere's no never-ending songOur happily ever after Darlin'Forever come and goneI'm movin' onIf I'm gonna believeI'll put my faithDarlin' in youI'm countin' on a miracleBaby I'm countin' on a miracleDarlin' I'm countin' on a miracleTo come throughSleeping beauty awakes from her dreamWith her lover's kiss on her lipsYour kiss was taken from meNow all I have is this Your kiss, your kiss, your touch, your touchYour heart, your heart, your strength, your strengthYour hope, your hope, your faith, your faithYour face, your face, your love, your loveYour dream, your dream, your life, your lifeI'm runnin' through the forestWith this wolf at my heelsMy king is lost at midnightWhen the tower bells pealWe've got no fairytale endingIn God's hands our fate is completeYour heaven's here in my heartOur love's this dust beneath my feetJust this dust beneath my feetIf I'm gonna live I'll life my lifeDarlin' to you[CHORUS (4X)] "Countin' On A Miracle"

42. Grab your ticket and your suitcaseThunder's rolling down the tracksYou don't know where you're goin'But you know you won't be backDarlin' if you're wearyLay your head upon my chestWe'll take what we can carryAnd we'll leave the restBig Wheels rolling through fieldsWhere sunlight streamsMeet me in a land of hope and dreamsI will provide for youAnd I'll stand by your sideYou'll need a good companion forThis part of the rideLeave behind your sorrowsLet this day be the lastTomorrow there'll be sunshineAnd all this darkness pastBig wheels roll through fieldsWhere sunlight streamsMeet me in a land of hope and dreams This trainCarries saints and sinnersThis trainCarries losers and winnersThis TrainCarries whores and gamblersThis TrainCarries lost soulsThis TrainDreams will not be thwartedThis TrainFaith will be rewardedThis TrainHear the steel wheels singin'This TrainBells of freedom ringin'This TrainCarries broken-heartedThis TrainThieves and sweet souls departedThis TrainCarries fools and kingsThis TrainAll aboardThis TrainDreams will not be thwartedThis TrainFaith will be rewardedThis TrainHear the steel wheels singin'This TrainBells of freedom ringin' "Land Of Hope And Dreams"

43. On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert I pick up my money and head back into town Driving cross the Waynesboro county line I got the radio on and I'm just killing time Working all day in my daddy's garage Driving all night, chasing some mirage Pretty soon little girl I'm gonna take charge. The dogs on main street howl, 'cause they understand, If I could take one moment into my hands Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man, And I believe in a promised land. I've done my best to live the right way I get up every morning and go to work each day But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode Explode and tear this town apart Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart Find somebody itching for something to start The dogs on main street howl, 'cause they understand, If I could take one moment into my hands Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man, And I believe in a promised land. There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain't got the faith to stand its ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart Blow away the dreams that break your heart Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted The dogs on main street howl, 'cause they understand, If I could take one moment into my hands Mister, I ain't a boy, no, I'm a man, And I believe in a promised land I believe in a promised land... "The Promised Land"

44. A friend of mine told me one early mornin'(Over at Mary's place, ho)Said tonight there's gonna be a party goin' on(Over at Mary's place, ho)He said: „If you can enjoy a real nice affair(Over at Mary's place, ho)Then you'll make it your business to be right there“(Over at Mary's place, ho)He said in fact: „Meet me (Meet me at Mary's place)We're gonna have (We're gonna have us a ball today)Why don't you (Meet me at Mary's place)Why don't you meet me (Meet me at Mary's place)We're gonna have (We're gonna have us a ball today)Why don't you“(Meet me at Mary's place, ho)He said: „There's one thing I that want you to know(Over at Mary's place, ho)You're gonna have a good time before you go“(Over at Mary's place, ho)He said: „There's one more thing that I'm gonna guarantee(Over at Mary's place, ho)Got to have fun if you're a man like me“(Over at Mary's place, ho) If you wanna have fun, meet me (Meet me at Mary's place)We're gonna have (We're gonna have us a ball today)Why don't you (Meet me at Mary's place)Oh meet me (Meet me at Mary's place)We're gonna have (We're gonna have us a ball today)Why don't you (Meet me at Mary's place, ho)If you wanna have a good time (meet me at Mary's place)We're gonna have (We're gonna have us a ball today)Come on and (Meet me at Mary's place)Oh, meet me (Meet me at Mary's place)We're gonna have (We're gonna have us a ball today)Come on and (Meet me at Mary's place, ho) “Meet Me At Mary's Place” Written by Sam Cooke

45. Your loving grace surrounds meEverybody's hereFurniture's out on the front porchMusic's up loudI dream of you in my armsI lose myself in the crowdLet it rain, let it rain, let it rainLet it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rainMeet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a partyMeet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a partyTell me how do you live broken-heartedMeet me at Mary's placeI got seven pictures of BuddhaThe prophet's on my tongueEleven angels of mercySighin' over that black hole in the sunMy heart's dark but it's risin'I'm pullin' all the faith I can seeFrom that black hole on the horizonI hear your voice calling meLet it rain, let it rain, let it rainLet it rain, let it rain, let it rain, let it rainMeet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a partyMeet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a partyTell me how do we get this thing startedMeet me at Mary's placeFamiliar faces around meLaughter fills the air I got a picture of you in my locketI keep it close to my heartA light shining in my breastLeading me through the darkSeven days, seven candlesIn my window light your wayYour favorite record's on the turntableI drop the needle and prayBand's countin' out midnightFloor's rumblin' loudSinger's callin' up daylight And waitin' for that shout from the crowdWaitin' for that shout from the crowdWaitin' for that shout from the crowdWaitin' for that shout from the crowdWaitin' for that shout from the crowdWaitin' for that shout from the crowdTurn it up, turn it up, turn it upTurn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it upMeet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a partyMeet me at Mary's place, we're gonna have a partyTell me how do we get this thing startedMeet me at Mary's placeMeet me at Mary's placeMeet me at Mary's place "Mary's Place"

46. I hold you in my arms, yeah that's when it startsI seek faith in your kiss and comfort in your heartI taste the seed upon your lips, lay my tongue upon your scarsBut when I look into your eyes we stand worlds apartWhere the distant oceans sing and rise to the plainIn this dry and troubled country your beauty remainsDown from the mountain road where the highway rolls to dark'Neath Allah's blessed rain we remain worlds apart Sometimes the truth just ain't enoughOr is it too much in times like thisLet's throw the truth away we'll find it in this kissIn your skin upon my skin in the beating of our heartsMay the living let us in before the dead tear us apartWe'll let blood build a bridge over mountains draped in starsI'll meet you on the ridge between these worlds apartWe've got this moment now to live then it's all just dust and darkLet's let love give what it givesLet's let love give what it gives "Worlds Apart"

47. Where the river runs to blackI take the schoolbooks from your packPlastics, wire and your kissThe breath of eternity on your lipsIn the crowded marketplaceI drift from face to faceI hold my breath and close my eyesI hold my breath and close my eyesAnd I wait for paradiseAnd I wait for paradiseThe Virginia hills have gone to brownAnother day, another sun goin' downI visit you in another dreamI visit you in another dreamI reach and feel your hairYour smell lingers in the airI brush your cheek with my fingertipsI taste the void upon your lipsAnd I wait for paradiseAnd I wait for paradise I search for you on the other sideWhere the river runs clean and wideUp to my heart the waters riseUp to my heart the waters riseI sink 'neath the river cool and clearDrifting down I disappearI see you on the other sideI search for the peace in your eyesBut they're as empty as paradiseThey're as empty as paradiseI break above the wavesI feel the sun upon my face "Paradise"

48. Born down in a dead man's townThe first kick I took was when I hit the groundYou end up like a dog that's been beat too muchTill you spend half your life just covering upBorn in the U.S.A.I was born in the U.S.A.I was born in the U.S.A.Born in the U.S.A.Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my handSent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow manBorn in the U.S.A.I was born in the U.S.A.I was born in the U.S.A.I was born in the U.S.A.Born in the U.S.A.Come back home to the refineryHiring man says "son if it was up to me"Went down to see my V.A. manHe said "son don't you understand now"Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet CongThey're still there he's all gone He had a woman he loved in SaigonI got a picture of him in her arms nowDown in the shadow of penitentiaryOut by the gas fires of the refineryI'm ten years burning down the roadNowhere to run ain't got nowhere to goBorn in the U.S.A.I was born in the U.S.A.Born in the U.S.A.I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.Born in the U.S.A.Born in the U.S.A.Born in the U.S.A.I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A. Born in the USA

49. I got my finger on the triggerBut I don't know who to trustWhen I look into your eyesThere's just devils and dustWe're a long, long way from home, BobbieHome's a long, long way from usI feel a dirty wind blowingDevils and dustI got God on my sideAnd I'm just trying to surviveWhat if what you do to surviveKills the things you loveFear's a powerful thing, babyIt can turn your heart black you can trustIt'll take your God filled soulAnd fill it with devils and dustWell I dreamed of you last nightIn a field of blood and stoneThe blood began to dryThe smell began to riseWell I dreamed of you last night, BobbieIn a field of mud and boneYour blood began to dryAnd the smell began to riseWe've got God on our sideWe're just trying to surviveWhat if what you do to surviveKills the things you loveFear's a powerful thing, babyIt'll turn your heart black you can trustIt'll take your God filled soulFill it with devils and dustIt'll take your God filled soulFill it with devils and dust[Harmonica solo] Now every woman and every manThey wanna take a righteous standFind the love that God willsAnd the faith that He commandsI've got my finger on the triggerAnd tonight faith just ain't enoughWhen I look inside my heartThere's just devils and dustWell I've got God on my sideAnd I'm just trying to surviveWhat if what you do to surviveKills the things you loveFear's a dangerous thingIt can turn your heart black you can trustIt'll take your God filled soulFill it with devils and dustYeah it'll take your God filled soulFill it with devils and dust[Harmonica solo] "Devils & Dust"

50. You can't sleep at nightYou can't dream your dreamYour fingerprints on fileLeft clumsily at the sceneYour own worst enemy has come to townYour own worst enemy has come to townYesterday the people were at easeBaby you slept in peaceYou closed your eyes and saw herYou knew who you wereAnd your own worst enemy has come to townYour own worst enemy has comeYour world keeps turning round and roundBut everything is upside downYour own worst enemy has come to townThere's a face you knowStaring back from the shop windowThe condition you're inNow you just can't get out of this skin Ah ah ahAh ah ahAh ah ahHooo...The times they got too clearSo you removed all the mirrorsOnce the family felt secureNow no one's very sureYour own worst enemy has come to townYour own worst enemy's comeEverything is falling downYour own worst enemy has come to townYour own worst enemy has comeEverything is falling downYour own worst enemy has come to townYour flag it flew so highIt drifted into the sky "Your Own Worst Enemy"