Songs against the war

[Kathryn]

 

[Father Heathen]

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.

Condemning Putin's unprovoked invasion and war crimes is anti-war.

 

[Father Heathen]

 

[Estro Felino]

Condemning Putin's unprovoked invasion and war crimes is anti-war.

It's your interpretation. It's a pro-war song.
But that song goes on and says in Ukrainian "
Марширують наші добровольці у кривавий тан," which means "our volunteer comrades march on towards the bloody fight"

It is used to incite the Ukrainian soldiers to kill Russians, now.
So...please.

 

[Father Heathen]

Here is an articule about musicians being persecuted by Russian authorities for writing and singing anti-war songs.

Five of the best Russian anti-war songs

A few Russian musicians – most of them now forced to live abroad – are using songs to stand against the war in Ukraine

www.opendemocracy.net

 

[Estro Felino]

Here is an articule about musicians being persecuted by Russian authorities for writing and singing anti-war songs.

Five of the best Russian anti-war songs

A few Russian musicians – most of them now forced to live abroad – are using songs to stand against the war in Ukraine

www.opendemocracy.net

Thank you. That's better.

 

[Father Heathen]

It's your interpretation. It's a pro-war song.
But that song goes on and says in Ukrainian "
Марширують наші добровольці у кривавий тан," which means "our volunteer comrades march on towards the bloody fight"

It is used to incite the Ukrainian soldiers to kill Russians, now.
So...please.

But the russians are on their soil killing them. Putin thrusted war upon them. Why do you fault the victim but never the aggressor? Do you criticize women who've used pepper spray to defend themselves from rapists?

 

[Father Heathen]

Thank you. That's better.

Do you approve of Putin imprisoning Russians who speak out against his war?

 

[Estro Felino]

But the russians are on their soil killing them. Putin thrusted war upon them. Why do you fault the victim but never the aggressor? Do you criticize women who've used pepper spray to defend themselves from rapists?

I understand perfectly,
But that was a pro-war song in an anti-war thread. I checked one of the the songs you posted in Russian and that condemns the war. They are very good. Thanks.

 

[Estro Felino]

Do you approve of Putin imprisoning Russians who speak out against his war?

Absolutely not.

 

[Regiomontanus]

Another song I never really knew the lyrics to. Love it!

In part,

"Mr. Khrushchev said, "We will bury you"
I don't subscribe to this point of view
It would be such an ignorant thing to do
If the Russians love their children too

How can I save my little boy
From Oppenheimer's deadly toy?
There is no monopoly in common sense
On either side of the political fence

We share the same biology
Regardless of ideology
Believe me when I say to you
I hope the Russians love their children too

There is no historical precedent
To put the words in the mouth of the President
There's no such thing as a winnable war
It's a lie we don't believe anymore"

 

[Estro Felino]

- You must order a stop, my captain,
I am so tired that I can't take it anymore.
- Beware, cover yourselves, below the embankment! Watch out, cover yourself you too!
- Tell me, soldier where are you from? - I am from that near, village, a bit more south.

And the border goes through the river, the white riverbank, the black riverbank.
And over the bridge I can spot a flag, but it's not the same as that of my heart.

- I think you're not one of my peers, you can see it from my uniform.
- I don't know, my eyes are lightless already. They wounded me, and maybe it was you!

-Fate is sad, my captain: it won't change as long as there are wars!

And on the hill, grapeshot is hissing. There's green grass, it's all burnt.
And through the river, the fight goes on. We two have come to the end.

- I need to walk away, my captain.
- I am going with you. You can't leave me.
- I won't abandon you, you know that we are going towards the hereafter together.

Everything's passed away, there's peace at the border.
The white riverbank, the black riverbank
But someone cries desperate, shouting a name who will never answer back.

 

[Estro Felino]

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

It is very, very deep.
She condemns the recent events of the usual "Civil War" in Northern Ireland...that was a never-ending nightmare.
And this time involved children.

 

[It Aint Necessarily So]

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.

You've linked to this song before, and I've shared our band's cover of it, but will again:

Here's another from the same band (also a cover):

Standing on the moon
I got no cobweb on my shoe
Standing on the moon
I'm feeling so alone and blue
I see the gulf of Mexico
As tiny as a tear
The coast of California
Must be somewhere over here - over here

Standing on the moon
I see the battle rage below
Standing on the moon
I see the soldiers come and go
There's a metal flag beside me
Someone planted long ago
Old Glory standing stiffly
Crimson, white and indigo - indigo

I see all of Southeast Asia
I can see El Salvador
I hear the cries of children
And the other songs of war
It's like a mighty melody
That rings down from the sky
Standing here upon the moon
I watch it all roll by - all roll by

Standing on the moon
With nothing else to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you
Standing on the moon
I see a shadow on the sun
Standing on the moon
The stars go fading one by one
I hear a cry of victory
And another of defeat
A scrap of age old lullaby
Down some forgotten street

Standing on the moon
Where talk is cheap and vision true
Standing on the moon
But I would rather be with you
Somewhere in San Francisco
On a back porch in July
Just looking up to heaven
At this crescent in the sky

Standing on the moon
With nothing left to do
A lovely view of heaven
But I'd rather be with you - be with you

 

[Wu Wei]

 

[Guitar's Cry]

One of my favorites:

 

[Gargovic Malkav]

 

[GoodAttention]

@Estro Felino

Not 100% anti-war, but I hope you enjoy it.

 

[Stevicus]

Let's talk of peace,
Sounds so cliche
A novelty,
Catch phrase of the day
Middle, index,
Sign of the time
Just as complex,
As water to ...

Someone said
Give peace a chance
And, that's all that we're saying
While we're sitting
On the fence
Pretending,
Our hearts are in the right place
But, your face
Shows a trace of,

Hypocrisy,
Don't tread on me,
Now you can see

Make love, not war
Sounds so absurd to me
We can't afford
to say these words, lightly
Or else our world
Will truly rest in peace

Let's not pretend,
to justify
Rather amend,
Where treasures lie
Straight through the heart,
Peace can be found
That's where you start,
Not all around

Someone said
Give peace a chance
And, that's all that we're saying
While we're sitting
On the fence
Pretending,
Our hearts are in the right place
But, your face
Shows a trace of,

Hypocrisy,
Don't tread on me, boy
Now you can see

 

[Stevicus]

A lot of people think this is a patriotic song, but I would also consider it an anti-war song.

I suppose it just depends on how you look at it.

Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Until you spend half your life just covering up

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.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A. . . .

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said, "Son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said, "Son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run, ain't got nowhere to go

Born 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.

It focuses more on the struggles of returning veterans as they came home. That's another aspect of war, at least when it comes to governments and countries and how they deal with soldiers and vets from their own side. They're treated as something expendable and disposable, to be chewed up and spat out.