There's a Riot Goin' on

 

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"Student Demonstration Time"

[Based on "Riot in Cell Block Number 9" by Jerry Leiber & Mike Stoller]

Letra de Mike Love

Starting out with Berkeley Free Speech
And later on at People's Park
The winds of change fanned into flames
Student demonstrations spark
Down to Isla Vista where police felt so harassed
They called the special riot squad of the L. A. County Sheriff

Well there's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
Student demonstration time

The violence spread down South to where Jackson State brothers
Learned not to say nasty things about Southern policemen's mothers
Nothing much was said about it and really next to nothing done
The pen is mightier than the sword, but no match for a gun

Well there's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
Well there's a riot going on
'Cause it's student demonstration time

America was stunned on May 4, 1970
When rally turned to riot up at Kent State University
They said the students scared the Guard
Though the troops were battle dressed
Four martyrs earned a new degree
The Bachelor of Bullets
I know we're all fed up with useless wars and racial strife
But next time there's a riot, well, you best stay out of sight

Well there's a riot going on
There's a riot going on
Well there's a riot going on
Student demonstration time

Stay away when there's a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when there's a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when there's a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when there's a riot going on
It's student demonstration
Stay away when there's a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when there's a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when there's a riot going on
It's student demonstration
Stay away when there's a riot going on
Student demonstration

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Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante Lavoreremo in libertà

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Bella Ciao

(Popular)

Alla mattina appena alzata 

O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao, ciao,ciao 

Alla mattina appena alzata 

In risaia mi tocca andar 

E fra gli insetti e le zanzare 

O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao 

E fra gli insetti e le zanzare 

Un dur lavoro mi tocca far 

Il capo in piedi col suo bastone 

O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao 

Il capo in piedi col suo bastone 

E noi curve a lavorar 

O mamma mia o che tormento 

O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao 

O mamma mia o che tormento 

Io t'invoco ogni doman 

Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante 

O bella ciao bella ciao bella ciao ciao ciao 

Ma verrà un giorno che tutte quante 

Lavoreremo in libertà.

Fuir, mais où?

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El Harba Wine

Idir/Mohamed Angar

(1987)

Rahet ehlaout ezmene

Rah el khir ou rah echene

El baraka daret jenhane taret aâlat

Hetta men galb el inssenne

Ethaouel ouarjaât kotrane

Edounia rejaât toufane ejnat ouakhlate

Ah edounia techtane

Ma chakel ouahzane

Edounia rahet ekhlass

Ma ken fiha labass

Ki elmra ke etterass

Lamenhou aândou makyass

Wine el harba wine

Wine el harba wine

Wine el harba wine

Gouli gouli ya meskin x2

Mabka fedounia amel

Ghir ej hadra ouel hordane

Echoujaâ erjaâ jabane îch etchouf

Matesmaâ ghir ken ouken

Ye katoû fepham el inssenne

Ye chorbou fidem el ikhouane

La hia la khouf

À quand enfin la République, de la Justice et du Travail? (22-28 mai 1871)

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La Semaine Sanglante

Jean-Baptiste Clément

(1871)  

Chantée sur l'air du "Chant des Paysans" de Pierre Dupont

Sauf des mouchards et des gendarmes,

On ne voit plus par les chemins,

Que des vieillards tristes en larmes,

Des veuves et des orphelins.

Paris suinte la misère,

Les heureux mêmes sont tremblants.

La mode est aux conseils de guerre,

Et les pavés sont tous sanglants.

- Refrain :

Oui mais !

Ça branle dans le manche,

Les mauvais jours finiront.

Et gare ! à la revanche

Quand tous les pauvres s’y mettront.

Quand tous les pauvres s’y mettront.

Les journaux de l’ex-préfecture

Les flibustiers, les gens tarés,

Les parvenus par aventure,

Les complaisants, les décorés

Gens de Bourse et de coin de rues,

Amants de filles au rebut,

Grouillent comme un tas de verrues,

Sur les cadavres des vaincus.

- Refrain -

On traque, on enchaîne, on fusille

Tout ceux qu’on ramasse au hasard.

La mère à côté de sa fille,

L’enfant dans les bras du vieillard.

Les châtiments du drapeau rouge

Sont remplacés par la terreur

De tous les chenapans de bouges,

Valets de rois et d’empereurs.

- Refrain -

Nous voilà rendus aux jésuites

Aux Mac-Mahon, aux Dupanloup.

Il va pleuvoir des eaux bénites,

Les troncs vont faire un argent fou.

Dès demain, en réjouissance

Et Saint-Eustache et l’Opéra

Vont se refaire concurrence,

Et le bagne se peuplera.

- Refrain -

Demain les manons, les lorettes

Et les dames des beaux faubourgs

Porteront sur leurs collerettes

Des chassepots et des tambours

On mettra tout au tricolore,

Les plats du jour et les rubans,

Pendant que le héros Pandore

Fera fusiller nos enfants.

- Refrain -

Demain les gens de la police

Refleuriront sur le trottoir,

Fiers de leurs états de service,

Et le pistolet en sautoir.

Sans pain, sans travail et sans armes,

Nous allons être gouvernés

Par des mouchards et des gendarmes,

Des sabre-peuple et des curés.

- Refrain -

Le peuple au collier de misère

Sera-t-il donc toujours rivé ?

Jusques à quand les gens de guerre

Tiendront-ils le haut du pavé ?

Jusques à quand la Sainte Clique

Nous croira-t-elle un vil bétail ?

À quand enfin la République

De la Justice et du Travail ?

And the last fight let us face

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The Internationale

(Eugène Pottier, 1871/ Pierre De Geyter, 1888)

Arise, ye workers from your slumber,

Arise, ye prisoners of want.

For reason in revolt now thunders,

and at last ends the age of cant!

Away with all your superstitions,

Servile masses, arise, arise!

We'll change henceforth the old tradition,

And spurn the dust to win the prize!

So comrades, come rally,

And the last fight let us face.

The Internationale,

Unites the human race.

So comrades, come rally,

And the last fight let us face.

The Internationale,

Unites the human race.

No more deluded by reaction,

On tyrants only we'll make war!

The soldiers too will take strike action,

They'll break ranks and fight no more!

And if those cannibals keep trying,

To sacrifice us to their pride,

They soon shall hear the bullets flying,

We'll shoot the generals on our own side.

So comrades, come rally,

And the last fight let us face.

The Internationale,

Unites the human race.

So comrades, come rally,

And the last fight let us face.

The Internationale,

Unites the human race.

No saviour from on high delivers,

No faith have we in prince or peer.

Our own right hand the chains must shiver,

Chains of hatred, greed and fear.

E'er the thieves will out with their booty,

And to all give a happier lot.

Each at his forge must do their duty,

And we'll strike the iron while it's hot.

So comrades, come rally,

And the last fight let us face.

The Internationale,

Unites the human race.

So comrades, come rally,

And the last fight let us face.

The Internationale,

Unites the human race.

No dungeon, no gallows can scare me Nor will I be frightened by pain

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dick_Gaughan

Revolution

Words : Joseph Bovshover / Music : Dick Gaughan

I come like a comet new born

Like the sun that arises at morning

I come like the furious tempest 

That follows a thundercloud's warning

I come like the fiery lava

From cloud-covered mountains volcanic

I come like a storm from the north

That the oceans awake to in panic

I come because tyranny planted

My seed in the hot desert sand

I come because masters have kindled 

My fury with every command

I come because man cannot murder

The life-giving seed in his veins

I come because liberty cannot

Forever be fettered by chains

I come because tyrants imagine

That mankind is only their throne

I come because peace has been nourished 

By bullets and cannon alone

I come because one world is two 

And we face one another with rage

I come because guards have been posted 

To keep out the hope of the age

From earliest times the oppressed 

Have awaked me and called me to lead them

I guided them out of enslavement

And brought them to high roads of freedom

I marched at the head of their legions

And hailed a new world at its birth

And now I shall march with the peoples

Until they unfetter the earth

And you, all you sanctified moneybags

Bandits anointed and crowned

Your counterfeit towers of justice

And ethics will crash to the ground

I'll send my good sword through your hearts

That have drained the world's blood in their lust

Smash all your crowns and your sceptres

And trample them into the dust

I'll rip off your rich purple garments 

And tear them to rags and to shreds

Never again will their glitter

Be able to turn people's heads

At last your cold world will be robbed of

It's proud hypocritical glow

For we shall dissolve it as surely 

As sunlight dissolves the deep snow

I'll tear down your cobweb morality

Shatter the old chain of lies

Catch all your blackhooded preachers

And choke them as though they were flies

I'll put a quick end to your heavens

Your gods that are deaf to all prayer

Scatter your futile old spirits

And clean up the earth and the air

And though you may choke me and shoot me 

And hang me your toil is in vain

No dungeon, no gallows can scare me

Nor will I be frightened by pain

Each time I'll arise from the earth

And break through all your weapons of doom

Until you are finished forever

Until you are dust in the tomb.

(The text is a poem by Joseph Bovshover and is from 'American Labour Songs of the 19th Century'. I wrote the music for it in (East) Berlin during the 1982 Festival of Political Song.)

Politicians sit yourselves down, there's nothing for you here

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http://www.grahamnash.com/

Chicago

Graham Nash

(1969)

So your brother's bound and gagged 

And they've chained him to a chair

Won't you please come to chicago just to sing 

In a land that's known as freedom how can such a thing be fair

won't you please come to chicago for the help that we can bring

We can change the world rearrange the world

It's dying - to get better

Politicians sit yourselves down, there's nothing for you here

won't you please come to chicago for a ride

don't ask jack to help you `cause he'll turn the other ear

won't you please come to chicago or else join the other side

We can change the world rearrange the world

it's dying - if you believe in justice

dying - and if you believe in freedom

dying - let a man live his own life

dying - rules and regulations, who needs them open up the door

Somehow people must be free I hope the day comes soon

won't you please come to chicago show your face

From the bottom of the ocean to the mountains of the moon 

won't you please come to chicago no one else can take your place

We can change the world rearrange the world

It's dying - if you believe in justice

dying - and if you believe in freedom

dying - let a man live his own life

dying - rules and regulations, who needs them open up the door

Amis restons toujours unis, ne craignons pas nos ennemis

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La Carmagnole

(Anonyme)

1792

Publica un missatge

Madam' Veto avait promis (bis) / De faire égorger tout Paris (Bis) 

Mais son coup a manqué / Grâce à nos canonniers 

Dansons la carmagnole / Vive le son, vive le son 

Dansons la carmagnole / Vive le son du canon!

Monsieur Veto avais promis / D'être fidèle à son pays 

Mais il y a manqué / Ne faisons plus quartier 

Amis restons toujours unis / Ne craignons pas nos ennemis 

S'ils viennent nous attaquer / Nous les ferons sauter. 

Antoinette avait résolu / De nous faire tomber sur le cul 

Mais son coup a manqué / Elle a le nez cassé 

Son mari se croyant vainqueur / Connaissait peu notre valeur 

Va, Louis, gros paour / Du temple dans la tour 

Les Suisses avaient promis / Qu'ils feraient feu sur nos amis 

Mais comme ils ont sauté / Comme ils ont tous dansé ! 

Quand Antoinette vit la tour / Elle voulut faire demi-tour 

Elle avait mal au coeur / De se voir sans honneur. 

Lorsque Louis vit fossoyer / A ceux qu'il voyait travailler 

Il disait que pour peu / Il était dans ce lieu. 

Le patriote a pour amis / Tout les bonnes gens du pays 

Mais ils se soutiendront / Tous au son du canon. 

L'aristocrate a pour amis / Tous les royalistes de Paris 

Ils vous le soutiendront / Tout comme de vrais poltrons! 

La gendarmerie avait promis / Qu'elle soutiendrait la patrie. 

Mais ils n'ont pas manqué / Au son du canonnier 

Oui je suis sans-culotte, moi / En dépit des amis du roi 

Vivent les Marseillois / Les bretons et nos lois! 

Oui nous nous souviendrons toujours / Des sans-culottes des faubourgs 

A leur santé buvons / Vive ces francs lurons!

Vivimos revolcaos en un merengue

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Cambalache 

(Enrique Santos Discépolo) 

Que el mundo fue y será una porquería,

Ya lo sé;

En el quinientos seis

Y en el dos mil también;

Que siempre ha habido chorros,

Maquiavelos y estafaos,

Contentos y amargaos,

Valores y dublés,

Pero que el siglo veinte es un despliegue

De malda' insolente

Ya no hay quien lo niegue;

Vivimos revolcaos en un merengue

Y en un mismo lodo todos manoseaos. 

Hoy resulta que es lo mismo

Ser derecho que traidor,

Ignorante, sabio, chorro,

Generoso, estafador.

Todo es igual; nada es mejor;

Lo mismo un burro que un gran profesor.

No hay aplazaos, ni escalafón;

Los inmorales nos han igualao.

Si uno vive en la impostura

Y otro roba en su ambición,

Da lo mismo que si es cura,

Colchonero, rey de bastos,

Caradura o polizón. 

Que falta de respeto,

Que atropello a la razón;

Cualquiera es un señor,

Cualquiera es un ladrón.

Mezclaos con stavisky,

Van don bosco y la mignón,

Don chicho y napoleón,

Carnera y san martín.

Igual que en la vidriera irrespetuosa

De los cambalaches

Se ha mezclao la vida,

Y herida por un sable sin remaches

Ves llorar la biblia contra un calefón.

Siglo veinte, cambalache

Problematico y febril;

El que no llora, no mama,

Y el que no afana es un gil.

Dale nomás, dale que vá,

Que allá en el horno nos vamo a encontrar.

No pienses mas, echate a un lao,

Que a nadie importa si naciste honrao.

Que es lo mismo el que labura

Noche y día como un buey,

Que el que vive de los otros,

Que el que mata o el que cura

O esta fuera de la ley.

Pase lo que pase hoy no me levanto yo!!!

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Hoy no me levanto yo

(Ferlosio)

Una cosa hay bien segura,

hoy no me levanto yo.

Tengo sábanas y mantas,

buena almohada y buen colchón,

tengo tabaco y cerillas

y buena imaginación

y aquí en la cama he llegado

a la clara conclusión,

de que pase lo que pase

hoy no me levanto yo!!!

Cerca ya de mediodía

entran en mi habitación

mi mujer y mi cuñada

y mi hija la mayor

y mi suegra con su hermana

que está aquí ahora de pensión

y confirma mi designio

constatar su irritación

cada vez que les repito

que hoy no me levanto yo!!!

Hablando todas a un tiempo

reclaman una razón,

no siento molestia alguna

ni tampoco desazón,

no me ha despertado el niño,

he dormido de un tirón,

digerí bien la fabada,

pesadillas, no señor,

pero aquí estoy en la gloria

y hoy no me levanto yo!!!

Mi mujer me amonestaba

con paciencia y con amor,

mi suegra más duramente,

mi hija desapareció

y me trajo un té con leche

y unas lonchas de jamón,

yo me tomé el té con leche,

me arrellané y dije ¡no!,

dejadme por imposible

que hoy no me levanto yo!!!

Por fin les dije aunque vengan

gobierno y oposición,

la televisión y prensa

y el cabildo en procesión,

policías y alguaciles

que van de gobernación

y los propios comunistas

me piden su excomunión,

aunque vengan Dios y el Diablo,

hoy no me levanto yo!!!

Hoy se nace con el sino

de actuar por actuar,

la gente anda arrebatada

y no se para a pensar

que hay veces que levantarse

se lo puede uno saltar

y aunque a nadie le hagas falta,

allí te vienen a hurgar,

pues por mí que canten misa,

no me pienso levantar!!!

We want the truth, the truth and no more lies

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Give_the_People_What_They_Want_(song)

Give the people what they want

(Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff)

1975

You got to give the people, now

Give the people what they want

Well, well, well, well

No, don't know you

You got to give the people

Give the people what they want?

But I done been all over the world

And everybody feels the same

It's a unanimous decision

I said they're ready for a change, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't know you

Got to give the people, give it up

Give the people what they want?

Well, well

No, don't know? You don't know, no

Got to give the people

Well, well

Give the people what they want

Well, it's about time for things to get better

We want the truth, the truth and no more lies

We want freedom, justice and equality

I want it for you and I want it for me

You, you, don't you?

Got to give the people

Give the people what they want

Don't you know that, don't you know you

Got to give the people, give it up

Give the people what they want?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

And you got to give the people

Give it up

Give the people what they want

You better

Don't ya know, don't ya know you

Got to give the people, give it up

Give the people what they want?

Don't you know that you just

Give the people what, give the people what

Give the people what

Give 'em what they want?

You better, you better, you better

Give the people what, give the people what

Give the people what

Give 'em what they want

Don't you know, don't you know ya

Give the people what

Give the people what

Give the people what

Give 'em what they want?

People want better education now

People want better food to eat

People want here better homing

People need money, money

People need equality

People need understanding

People need freedom

And gotta [Incomprehensible]

You, you, you, you, you better

Give the people what

Give the people what

Give the people what

Give 'em what they want

Don't you know you

Give the people what

Give the people what

Give the people what

Give 'em what they want?

Give the people what

Give the people what

Tombant sous la feuille en gouttes de sang

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http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcel_Mouloudji

Le Temps des Cerises :

(Jean-Baptiste Clément, musique d'Antoine Renard)

1868

Quand nous en serons au temps des cerises

Et gai rossignol et merle moqueur

Seront tous en fête

Les belles auront la folie en tête

Et les amoureux du soleil au cœur

Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises

Sifflera bien mieux le merle moqueur

Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises

Où l'on s'en va deux cueillir en rêvant

Des pendants d'oreilles

Cerises d'amour aux robes pareilles

Tombant sous la feuille en gouttes de sang

Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises

Pendants de corail qu'on cueille en rêvant

Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises

Si vous avez peur des chagrins d'amour

Evitez les belles

Moi qui ne crains pas les peines cruelles

Je ne vivrai pas sans souffrir un jour

Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises

Vous aurez aussi des chagrins d'amour

J'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises

C'est de ce temps-là que je garde au cœur

Une plaie ouverte

Et Dame Fortune, en m'étant offerte

Ne saura jamais calmer ma douleur

J'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises

Et le souvenir que je garde au cœur

A Revolutionary Step

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No me siento capaz de ponerme a sacar la letra. Si algún visitante se anima, se le agradecerá: yo diría que se le entiende bastante bien (para ser jamaicano).

In a building of gold, with riches untold

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The Ringing of Revolution

(Phil Ochs)

1966

In a building of gold, with riches untold,

lived the families on which the country was founded.

And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles,

were there, for they also were hounded.

And the soft middle class crowded in to the last,

for the building was fully surrounded.

And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.

Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs

and searched for a comforting notion.

And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall

As they shook in doubtful devotion.

The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks,

wet their minds in bitter emotion.

And they talked about the ringing of revolution.

We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared,

for our time was taken with treasure.

Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame,

And pain was prevented by pleasure.

The world, cold and grey, was so far away

In the distance only money could measure.

But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.

The clouds filled the room in darkening doom

as the crooked smoke rings were rising.

How long will it take, how can we escape

Someone asks, but no one's advising.

And the quivering floor responds to the roar,

In a shake no longer surprising.

As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution.

Softly they moan, please leave us alone

As back and forth they are pacing.

And they cover their ears and try not to hear

With pillows of silk they're embracing.

And the crackling crowd is laughing out loud,

peeking in at the target they're chasing.

Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution.

With compromise sway we give in half way

When we saw that rebellion was growing.

Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross

Where the blood of christ is still flowing.

To late for their sorrow they've reached their tomorrow

and reaped the seed they were sowing.

Now harvested by the ringing of revolution.

In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes

and crawled about in confusion.

And they sheepishly grinned for their memoroes were dim

of the decades of dark execution.

Hollow hands were raised; they stood there amazed

in the shattering of their illusions.

As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution.

Down on our knees we're begging you please,

We're sorry for the way you were driven.

There's no need to taunt just take what you want,

and we'll make amends, if we're living.

But away from the grounds the flames told the town

that only the dead are forgiven.

As they crumbled inside the ringing of revolution.

Look what's happening out in the streets

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Volunteers

(Marty Balin, Paul Kantner)

Look what's happening out in the streets 

Got a revolutiongot to revolution 

Hey I'm dancing down the streets 

Got a revolutiongot to revolution 

Ain't it amazing all the people I meet 

Got a revolutiongot to revolution 

One generation got old 

One generation got soul 

This generation got no destination to hold 

Pick up the cry 

Hey now it's time for you and me 

Got a revolutiongot to revolution 

Come on now we're marching to the sea 

got a revolutiongot to revolution 

Who will take it from you 

We will and who are we 

We are volunteers of america