Songs against the war

[Estro Felino]

I think war is something horrible and absolutely useless.
I think that a world without war would be something beautiful.

That is why post some songs denouncing how wars are bad.

Thank you all

 

[Regiomontanus]

I think war is something horrible and absolutely useless.
I think that a world without war would be something beautiful.

That is why post some songs denouncing how wars are bad.

Thank you all

My favorite:

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction

In the fields, the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord, yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgement day comes, yeah!

Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour

Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
Oh lord, yeah!

 

[Estro Felino]

There was a boy...


There was a boy who like me,
loved the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
He was a globetrotter, he came from the United States of America.
He was not handsome, but he had all around him
a thousand of girls, whenever he used to sing "Help" or "Ticket to ride"
or "Lady Jane" or "Yesterday".
He used to sing "Long live freedom"
but he received a letter.
He gave his guitar to me,
he was called back to America.
Stop with the Rolling Stones
Stop with the Beatles, stop.
They told me he went to Vietnam
to shoot at Vietcongs

Ta-ta-ta
There was a boy who like me
loved the Beatles and the Rolling Stones
he was a globetrotter, but then he ended up
fighting the war in Vietnam.
He doesn't have long hair any more,
he doesn't play guitar,
but another instrument that plays the same note:
Ra-ta-ta-ta
He has no friends, no fans any more,
He sees the people falling down.
He will never come back to his country,
now he is dead in Vietnam.
Stop with the Rolling Stones
Stop with the Beatles, stop
In his chest there is no heart any more,
but only two or three medals.

 

[Estro Felino]

My favorite:

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction

In the fields, the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh lord, yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah

Time will tell on their power minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait till their judgement day comes, yeah!

Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where their bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour

Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees, the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan laughing, spreads his wings
Oh lord, yeah!

I didn't know the song.
Beautiful Rock against the war.

 

[Regiomontanus]

There was a boy...


There was a boy who like me,
loved the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
He was a globetrotter, he came from the United States of America.
He was not handsome, but he had all around him
a thousand of girls, whenever he used to sing "Help" or "Ticket to ride"
or "Lady Jane" or "Yesterday".
He used to sing "Long live freedom"
but he received a letter.
He gave his guitar to me,
he was called back to America.
Stop with the Rolling Stones
Stop with the Beatles, stop.
They told me he went to Vietnam
to shoot at Vietcongs

Ta-ta-ta
There was a boy who like me
loved the Beatles and the Rolling Stones
he was a globetrotter, but then he ended up
fighting the war in Vietnam.
He doesn't have long hair any more,
he doesn't play guitar,
but another instrument that plays the same note:
Ra-ta-ta-ta
He has no friends, no fans any more,
He sees the people falling down.
He will never come back to his country,
now he is dead in Vietnam.
Stop with the Rolling Stones
Stop with the Beatles, stop
In his chest there is no heart any more,
but only two or three medals.

Nice!

 

[Estro Felino]

 

[Regiomontanus]

Wow, I know the song but never knew the lyrics - just looked them up.

 

[Stevicus]

Picture a bright blue ball, just spinning, spinnin free,
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky,
Brush in some clouds and sea,
Call it home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space,
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace
Is the human face,
But afraid we may lay our home to waste.

There's a fear down here we can't forget.
Hasn't got a name just yet.
Always awake, always around,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Now watch as the ball revolves
And the nighttime falls.
Again the hunt begins,
Again the bloodwind calls.
By and by, the morning sun will rise,
But the darkness never goes
From some men's eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets,
Staking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat,
It's you and me.
You and me.

Click flash blade in ghetto night,
Rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley, roll them bones.
Need that cash to feed that jones.
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Commissars and pin-stripe bosses
Roll the dice.
Any way they fall,
Guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray,
Selling guns 'stead of food today.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Heartless powers try to tell us
What to think.
If the spirit's sleeping,
Then the flesh is ink
History's page will thus be carved in stone.
And we are here, and we are on our own
On our own.
On our own.
On our own.

If the game is lost,
Then we're all the same.
No one left to place or take the blame.
We can leave this place an empty stone
Or that shinin' ball we used to call our home.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south and white comes north.
In a whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashion sets the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical, he rants and rage,
Singing someone's got to turn the page.
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his cover's blown...

And the politicians throwin' stones,
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
Cause' it's all too clear we're on our own.
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Picture a bright blue ball,
Just spinnin', spinnin, free.
Dizzy with the possibilities.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

 

[Kathryn]

I like this one which is against the draft:

 

[Regiomontanus]

I like this one which is against the draft:

Classic

 

[Father Heathen]

I think war is something horrible and absolutely useless.
I think that a world without war would be something beautiful.

That is why post some songs denouncing how wars are bad.

Thank you all

 

[Stevicus]

I like this one which is against the draft:

That's an old favorite of mine. A lot of good music came out of that era.

 

[Terrywoodenpic]

People might be against war but they share the hate of other people.
Politicians and the arms industry know which of our buttons to press
to turn us in to a mindless army screaming for the blood of their latest target.
It does not matter who that is, as long as it is profitable.
Look around it is easy to see who aree the latest targets..

Unfortunately Song writers always come on the scene too late. Their songs resonate with death, loss and destruction, but they fall on the ears of the already defeated and grieving, and over the graves of the dead.
While the politicians and arms industry wait for a new innocent generation to destroy, in the name of the Flag and profit.

Peace in their eyes is not profitable,
But rebuilding for next time is.
An excellent cyclical business model, of birth and death.

 

[Estro Felino]

Excuse me, dear, this is a thread of songs condemning war.
The one you posted is a song that is used for inciting Ukrainians to keep fighting until they are all dead.

So...you can post a song condemning the ongoing war...whose lyrics are about peace and love between Ukrainians and Russians.
About forgiveness, love, and peace.

 

[Estro Felino]

People might be against war but they share the hate of other people.
Politicians and the arms industry know which of our buttons to press
to turn us in to a mindless army screaming for the blood of their latest target.
It does not matter who that is, as long as it is profitable.
Look around it is easy to see who aree the latest targets..

Unfortunately Song writers always come on the scene too late. Their songs resonate with death, loss and destruction, but they fall on the ears of the already defeated and grieving, and over the graves of the dead.
While the politicians and arms industry wait for a new innocent generation to destroy, in the name of the Flag and profit.

Peace in their eyes is not profitable,
But rebuilding for next time is.
An excellent cyclical business model, of birth and death.

A round of applause.

 

[Eddi]

 

[Estro Felino]

I had forgotten about it. Thanks

 

[Estro Felino]

It says "Imagine there's no Heaven", but whenever I listen to that, I feel like I am in Heaven.

 

[Estro Felino]

 

[Wu Wei]