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**Sandman** · September 20, 2005, 16:39

Sympathy bump.

I was thinking about this the other day. I'd have expected American conservatives to have created at least a few explicitly pro-war bands. Maybe they have, and I've just not heard of them.

**Hueij** · September 20, 2005, 16:47

About pro-war music... Dolly Parton made some sort of "USA!!!!!11!11!1!!!111" cd on the war in Iraq. But she redeemed herself by mentioning her own WMD's in one of the songs

**Rufus T. Firefly** · September 20, 2005, 20:10

Originally posted by Hueij
About pro-war music... Dolly Parton made some sort of "USA!!!!!11!11!1!!!111" cd on the war in Iraq. But she redeemed herself by mentioning her own WMD's in one of the songs

Apparently, Dolly has made a point of singing 60's-era anti-war songs, like "Blowin' in the Wind," at her recent concerts...at least the one's up north, anyway.

**Peter Triggs** · September 20, 2005, 21:07

It wasn't just Black people who wrote songs about the Vietnam war. I just take it for granted that everyone my age can sing along to this:

Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds —
The only good commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Huh!

Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Country Joe and the Fish: I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag

**alva** · September 21, 2005, 00:00

Universal Soldier
Artist

onovan Leitch

He is five foot two,
anbd he's six feet four,
he fights with missiles and with spears,
he is all of thirty-one,
and he's only seventeen,
he's been a soldier for thousands years.

He's a Catholic, a Hindu,
an atheist, A Jain,
A Budhist, a Baptist and a Jew,
and he knows, he shouldn't kill,
and he knows, he always will,
kill for me, my friend, and kill me for you.

And he's fighting for Canada,
he's fighting for France,
he's fighting for the USA
and he's fighting for the Russains,
he's fihgting for Japan,
and he thinks we put an end to war this way.

And he's fighting for democracy,
he's fighting for the Reds,
he says it's for the peace of all,
he's the one who must decide,
who's to live and who's to die,
and he never sees the writing on the wall.

And without him, how would Hitler
kill the people at Dachau,
without him Caesar would have stood alone,
he's the one, who gives his body
as a weapon of the war,
and without him all the killing cant go on.

He's the universal soldier,
and he really is to blame,
his orders came from far away, no more,
they came from here and there,
and they come for you and me,
this is not the way we put an end to war.

The Unknown Soldier
The Doors

Wait until the war is over
And we're both a little older
The unknown soldier
Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Unborn living, living, dead
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And it's all over
For the unknown soldier
It's all over
For the unknown soldier
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Comp'nee
Halt
Preeee-zent!
Arms!
Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder
The unknown soldier
Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And, it's all over
The war is over
It's all over
The war is over
Well, all over, baby
All over, baby
Oh, over, yeah
All over, baby
Wooooo, hah-hah
All over
All over, baby
Oh, woa-yeah
All over
All over
Heeeeyyyy

**Saras** · September 21, 2005, 03:54

Slayer: Mandatory Suicide

Murder at your every foot step.
A child's toy sudden death.
Sniper blazes you thru your knees
Falling down can you feel the heat,
Burn!

Ambushed by the spray of lead
Count the bullet holes in your head.
Offspring sent out to cry,
Living mandatory suicide.
Suicide. [x 4]

Holes burn deep in your chest,
Raped by machine gun fire.
Screaming soul sent out to die,
Living mandatory suicide.
Suicide. [x 4]

[Spoken:]
Lying, dying, screaming in pain.
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain.
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain,
Radical amputation, this is insane.

Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest.
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest.
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath.

A vile smell, like tasting death.
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit.
Dying [in] terror,
Blood's cheap, it's everywhere.
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line.

**Sikander** · September 21, 2005, 06:09

Cobra on my left, Leopard on my right.
Out of sight!

**alva** · September 21, 2005, 06:13

The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night

**Sikander** · September 21, 2005, 06:53

Originally posted by alva
The deer woman in a silk dress
Girls with beads around their necks
Kiss the hunter of the green vest
Who has wrestled before
With lions in the night

Morrison hated that song, he thought it was too cheesy. But I always liked it, the poem is cool and the music is just cheesy enough.

**SpencerH** · September 21, 2005, 10:16

Different war, different music.

Here's another war and another kinda music.

Der Fuehrer's Face
Spike Jones and the City Slickers

When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuehrer's face
Not to love Der Fuehrer is a great disgrace
So we HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuehrer's face
When Herr Gobbels says, "We own der world und space"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Herr Goring's face
When Herr Goring says they'll never bomb this place
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Herr Goring's face

Are we not the supermen
Aryan pure supermen
Ja we ist der supermen
Super-duper supermen
Ist this Nutzi land not good?
Would you leave it if you could?
Ja this Nutzi land is good!
Vee would leave it if we could

We bring the world to order
Heil Hitler's world New Order
Everyone of foreign race will love Der Fuehrer's face
When we bring to der world disorder

When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuehrer's face
When Der Fuehrer says, "We ist der master race"
We HEIL! HEIL! Right in Der Fuhrer's face

It loses something without the rasberrys.

**Tattila the Hun** · September 21, 2005, 10:30

And Donald Duck.

**molly bloom** · September 22, 2005, 12:25

Originally posted by Peter Triggs
It wasn't just Black people who wrote songs about the Vietnam war. I just take it for granted that everyone my age can sing along to this:

And it certainly wasn't my intention to suggest that- and I don't believe I implied it either.

But I suspect a lot of people didn't know about the Martha Reeves song for her brother, nor realized that while some people were guarding liquor shops in the Deep South, singers in soul bands were actually seeing combat in Viet Nam.

There's even a soul music cover of Neil Young's 'Ohio' somewhere (I forget off the top of my head by whom), but it certainly was interesting to me to see how many singers and groups not necessarily associated with 'protest' music actually contributed, either by memorializing their own service in the war, or by commemorating the part played by a relative or friend.

**chequita guevara** · September 22, 2005, 12:29

FORTUNATE SON

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no,

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, why don't they help themselves? oh.
But when the taxman come to the door,
Lord, the house look a like a rummage sale, yes,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no millionaire's son.
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate one, no.

Yeh, some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give,
oh, they only answer, more, more, more, yoh,

It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no military son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no fortunate 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,

- John C, Fogerty

**chequita guevara** · September 22, 2005, 12:31

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Songs From The Viet Nam War (The Kind That Wouldn't Get Played Now)

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