Post your favorite songs what have to do with politics or the world in general...regardless of the style of music. Explain what the song means to you if necessary.

Hmmm this shood be in musician tread not here

http://www.metalstorm.ee/forum/board.php?board_id=26

Enyay Still I dont get it Its my own write political songf lyrics or other band?

This really isn't a metal song, but "Puff the Tiny Dragon" is my favourite song that has something to do with politics. I don't know how many here now that song, but I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one... I loved that song already when I was a kid, although I didn't understand the lyrics dealt politics. Now that I can read between the lines, it's even more important song for me.

I didn't mean for the thread to be only metal. Could you post the lyrics to the song, and say why it's important to you?

Sure.

Puff, the magic dragon

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Little jackie paper loved that rascal puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff. oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on puffs gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes would bow wheneer they came,
Pirate ships would lower their flag when puff roared out his name. oh!

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, jackie paper came no more
And puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his life-long friend, puff could not be brave,
So puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. oh!

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called honah lee.

(Peter, Paul and Mary, 1963)


The importance comes from the childhood memories. I used to sing and listen to that a lot. Now that I realize I've been "politically active" when I was 5, it feels funny.

Just a bit of background to that song:

"A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys."

As we reach that point of growing up, it's at best a sad sweetness when we emerge as adults because we have to leave childish things, dragons, behind.

There was a Vietnam weapon nicknamed "Puff the Magic Dragon." It was the AC-47 gunship. "Puff" was the venerable C-47 Dakota airplane converted to hold a whole lot weaponry and used in close air support. "Puff" is also used to refer to the AC-130 gunship but it's nickname was "Spooky" or "Spectre." Since the AC-47 was first used in Vietnam in October 1964 and the AC-130 was first used 1967 they cannot be inspiration for a song written in 1958 and copyrighted in 1963. So, the political meaning of the song must've come afterwards.

"Puff, the Magic Dragon" has also been seen as a metaphor of smoking marihuana...

Nice interpretation, there's also an old disney movie they made called Puff the Magic Dragon.

I think you'd like it...ALRIGHT I guess I'll post one for now. I like to read the lyrics out loud because you get the true essence of poetic genius.

Grand Ol' Party Crash (GOP Uber Alles)

I wake up to a caffeine cigarette vaccine
then bathe in water I wouldn't drink before gasoline
feel like a loser cuz I'm not in Fallujah
paintin' a land cruiser with an Iraqi then taking his ruger
no M-16 to give me a callus
inhuman super malice for GOP Uber Alles
baby suicide bombers hurdle suitcases in a nursery
I'm in a deli eatin' tuna tasting the mercury
Then try to wash it down with a two dollar bottle of water
get on the train and think of terrorists with box cutters
Gun concealer cuz I see a realer reality
and what I breathe through my nasal cavities is killing my batteries
Bombs in metropolis out all eye sockets esophagus melted out some Shiite group will get their props for this look
I need petrol for my Mercedes but I'm not trying to kneel or bow for Emperor Cheney (NO!)
Maybe I'm crazy but I will not just follow the herd unless of course it's en route to lynch Mike Bloomberg
Being pimped by a gas pump and all it's Saudi members are like 'fuck you' with New York''s two middle fingers.
If the opposite of pro is a con then look beyond this, the opposite of congress must be progress
What if the second coming's aborted and put in the dirt?
I still don't know what to wear with this orange alert


American flags fly morale's high
A unit of 20 or so repelling from Apaches in the sky into a village of killers
little Jimmy from Jackson
Mississippi just graduated and seeing action
M-16 locked, loaded and spitting properly whoever's in that line of line of fire chest full of democracy
Turn the corner team leader neck up to the nose gone blown off
this is not PS2's SOCCOM
Jimmy stays so calm
shoots count nothin' riddled in his back
answers come flying out of his stomach
face down then it's face up in a bed almost dead eyes slowly open I.V. bag and no legs
A couple sandwiches, some bloody bandages in a room full of amputee G.I amateurs
he gets the word that his unit didn't make it got a free ticket home and flatlined before he got to take it


Cops tape the scene up gunner downs 9 they're chasin' away kids playin' hop-scotch in his chalk outline
Two F-16's screech an iridescent sky look down we're not in Iraq we're in NY
Rats in the streets we move underground like earthworms two coasts couldn't abort Satan in his first term
The army in the subway walkin' with toolies
I'm on the train with the back of the dollar bill still talkin' to me
Drive with my left I know what's right my weapon hand like the map of DC streets still shows a pentagram
License on the car window when I pass through you've seen the news, no joke New York pig department will blast you
My Weatherman party is invite only soldier cuz with one wave of King G Dub's scepter it's over
the right to assemble puts the bureau's team on you look into my file and nod to this while Jello screams on you

-Cage

This is a Hip-Hop song, but in-between the verses Jello Biafra from Dead Kennedys is doing George Bush impressions. It's a harder-nosed hip-hop song so all you metal heads should probably download it. It's off the "Hell's Winter" album. I'll post more shit if this thread picks up.

Check this link:

http://www.backingblair.co.uk/london_underground/

A nice video. Not everyone likes it when the London Underground is on a strike. A political song indeed...

@ Little Death OMG...Lakkobiisi (strike song)!

Just a bit of background to this song called "London Underground". The drivers of the tube are often in a strike in London, just to get a higher wage. The situation is ridiculous as the underground is such a big part of London that the wages of the drivers are always rised to get them back to work. So, the question is, how long they can go on striking every once in a while to get better paid? Some commuters start to be really pissed off, so that's why this song was made. It's also played in one Finnish radio channel no matter which strike is going on here. But the radio station will be closed forever in a couple of weeks, so no more strike song.

Intesting thread! This one will I comeback to...

@Little Death: They certainly don't go around the bush when it comes to their opinion! I don't know how the situation is in London now, but I can Imagine the irritation this situation creates.

Okay, time to bring an example of my own. Looks like I'll be the first with a metal song here. The song is entitled "The glitter in the eye" written by the french band Winds of torment.

The Glitter In The Eye

Silver stars, as a sign of hatred far away? on the chest
Silver skies upon the ground at the fall of the day? in my eyes
Silver waves are challenging the quietness of the sea? all the way
Darkness falling on the mind of those who're gonna die? sands await

Mass corpses falling in the water before my feet, be the next
No way out enter the true carnage, total mayhem, let the show go on
Five senses exacerbated by the smell of death, the sound of chaos
Crawling through the amounts of their mutilated flesh, torn apart

Silent motion, be a sparkle to you enemies
Move yourself like a snake and cross the deadly trench, bullet ride
Now I feel the muted sirens of bestiality, in my head
I return to my primal predator instinct, the cradle has burnt today?

I'm becoming a master of war
From now on I have this glitter in the eye
Me, myself, and my negation, all mixing up on a battlefield
I will always hear the terror in their cries
"Born to kill" I call my needle? My riffle is me, I am my riffle !
The virus of fear inside myself, is now born

Withstanding the silent face
It whispers from under the clay :
"It's your fault, forever, liar"
Now I know there is no return
I'll try to get further
The disastrous fury's above
In this day, the sun will not rise
That's right, cause I've got no other choice

By my side, the men on the frontline are already dead, we're paving the way
Caught in a web, woven by the heat of warfare,
I'm standing strong, out of cover, I'm a void
Nothing to lose I suffer no remorse
Blood red is the light, I'm burning alive, need to kill!

Undergo the infernal bites of my M-sixteen
You are nothing to me but a piece of dead meat
You only deserve to bend, and to die by my hand
Look at my eyes, and behold the string of your fate

I've become my only master, as I stand upon the burning ashes
I shall never lose the glitter in my eyes
Lost my youth and my innocence, for a spangled banner and a silver star
One last time I pull the trigger, in my heart

(From their demo "The Cells Of The Erased")

I like this song not only beacuse it's musically good but also as it points out the terrors of war and how's it's effecting the human mind. If you want to listen to the song then visit this site:
http://winds.of.torment.free.fr/site%20windsoftorment/pages/pagemptrois.htm

I'm not that into politics, but I do find Sepultura's lyrics to be interesting, for example Manifest

Ministry - Rio Grande Blood in the beginning of the song you'll hear the voice of the president George Bush gotta hear it if you hate him.

The Politics Of Extasy by Nevermore i find to be very intresting song
it's like "anti system" "There's some very serious problems with the justice system all over the world"
also War is My Shepherd by Exodus have intresting lyrics
I think you shoud listen them

Well, the Vietnam era had a lot of political songs (and the award for most obvious statement goes to *drumroll* - me!)
One of my fave's is CCR's "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, don't they help themselves? oh.
But when the taxman comes 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, no, no.
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

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


Of the later era, Neil Young's "Keep on Rockin' in the Free World" is probably the closest to me.

Megadeths 'Peace Sells'....obviously.

Written by Doc G. on 15.02.2007 at 06:44

Megadeths 'Peace Sells'....obviously.

Funny that you mention that, I was just lsitening to it, no joke!

Carcass' Keep on Rotting in the Free World is also another exmple for all those other than myself who appreciate the latter era of Carcass...

Queensryche usualy have political messages in their songs. One of my favorites is the song Hostage from Operation Mindcrime II:

Culture hostage.
I'm writing in the cold grasp of justice,
As she turns away.
Blind is she supposed to be but,
Someone took a razor to her mask.

Rusted now the scales you hold,
The balance tipped by the weight of gold.
When will it end?
When will it ever end?

The judgment man holds my fate,
As I beg forgiveness with the
Plastic smile of a candidate.

They take for granted that I'm out of my mind
And they're wasting their time to care.
So all my reasons are damned before they're heard.
I'm held hostage by their words.
What will lead us to tolerance
If we don't question our prejudice?

Courage is such a lonely word,
Patience, in time these truths will be known.
Please, don't keep looking away.
You see fortunes are on line, reputations at risk,
And there's fear in the hearts of all of you
That believe that you're right,
And that's your right.
But are you... right?

The judgment man holds my fate,
As I gaze around the room,
Their eyes are like knives, could decapitate.
They take for granted that I'm out of my mind
And I'm wasting their time, don't show, don't show me my fate.

Reasons are damned, can't understand.
If I fall to pieces they'll know...
He's out of his mind and he's wasting our time, we know.
As I sense my fate...
His reasons be damned, can't understand him.
...and now all my reasons are damned before they're heard.
I'm held hostage by their words.
I'm a hostage.

This is a translation of the song "La Locomotiva" by the italian folk singer Guccini.
It's about a fact happened in 1906, when a anarchist steam engine driver tried to make a kamikaze attack against a first class train. In reality the steam engine driver was not moved by political ideals but by mental insanity.


How was his face like, what was his name, still I don't know,
His voice when speakin', his voice when singin', I don't know
What was his age at that time, what was the colour of his hair
But his image can I figure in my mind,
All heroes are so young and handsome,
All heroes are so young and handsome,
All heroes are so young and handsome!

Yet I know when all this id did happen, what was his job,
The first year of this cent'ry, a steam engine driver,
The years when 'twas beginnin' the holy war of the poor,
The train too seem'd to be the image of progress
Speeding along the whole world,
Speeding along the whole world,
Speeding along the whole world.

And the steam engine it look'd like a bizarre monster
That Man did dominated with his hands and his thought,
It did cover, with his roar, distances that one said would never end
It seem'd he had inside a terrific power,
The same power of dynamite,
The same power of dynamite,
The same power of dynamite.

Another great power was just spreading its wings,
'Twas words that said All people are equal
And against kings and tyrants it blew up in the streets
The proletary bomb, and the air was lit up
By the light of Anarchy,
By the light of Anarchy,
By the light of Anarchy!

A train pass'd ev'ry by the station where he work'd,
I know it was a long-distance luxury train,
He saw respectable people and thought of velvet and gold,
He thought of the meagre day of his family and friends,
He thought of a train fill'd wi' lords,
He thought of a train fill'd wi' lords,
He thought of a train fill'd wi' lords.

The steam engine it did stand on its track,
The pulsating machine seem'd to be a living thing,
It seem'd to be a young, a young and unbridled steed
Who did bit the rails with his steel muscles,
With the blind force of lightning,
With the blind force of lightning,
With the blind force of lightning.

I don't know what it happen'd, why he took that decision,
Maybe the century-old rage of nameless generations
That cried for vengeance and blinded his heart,
He forgot his goodness, became merciless,
His bomb was the steam engine,
His bomb was the steam engine,
His bomb was the steam engine!

One day like all others, but maybe still more angry,
He thought he could someway make up for some wrong,
He got on the sleeping monster trying to drive his fear away
An' before he could think of all what he was doing
The monster was eating up the plain,
The monster was eating up the plain,
The monster was eating up the plain.

The other rain did run unknowing, almost with no haste,
Nobody could imagine he was to run across vengeance,
But to the station of Bologna did the news spread in a flash,
"This is an emergency, you mustn't waste time,
Someone's racing madly off 'gainst a train
Someone's racing madly off 'gainst a train,
Someone's racing madly off 'gainst a train."

But the steam engine is running, running and running,
The steam is whistling and seems to be a living thing,
And the whistle spreadin' in the air says to peasants bent at work,
"My brother, don't fear, I'm runnin' to do my duty,
May people's justice walk in triumph,
May people's justice walk in triumph,
May people's justice walk in triumph! "

The steam engine's running faster, faster and faster,
It's running, running, running towards death
And now nothing can stop the immense force of destruction,
He's waiting for the crash and for the winding sheet
Of the Great Comforting Lady,
Of the Great Comforting Lady,
Of the Great Comforting Lady.

In history it is written how that run did end,
The engine was switched to a dead-end track,
With its last animal shout the machine did burst like a volcano
It blew up 'gainst the sky, then smoke unwrapp'd its veil
They gather'd hime while he was still breathing,
They gather'd him while he was still breathing,
They gather'd him while he was still breathing.

But I like to imagine he' s still runnin' the motor,
I like to imagine he's still making the engine fly,
May the news come again, again one day to us
Of a steam engine that like a living thing
Running like a bomb agains injustice,
Running like a bomb against injustice,
Running like a bomb agains injustice!

"American Way" and "Surf Nicoragua" by Sacred Reich

Written by Guest on 21.03.2008 at 02:38

"American Way" and "Surf Nicoragua" by Sacred Reich

American Way can be a anti-American song? I think so after reading lyric

heaven shall burn - the weapon they fear
nice lyrics, you should check em out