Songs of Protest, Change and Revolution – Roger Ingalls
It’s my belief that between the years of 2025 and 2040 there will be a revolution. It won’t be a peaceful one; it will be a bloody mess. It will be a global people’s revolution. A revolt against economic repression.
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Predictions told in verse of songs:
Don’t wanna be an American Idiot
One nation controlled by the media
Information age of hysteria
It’s calling out to idiot America
The Economy is Suffering; Let It Die, Anti-Flag
I seen a lot of rip-offs in my life. The rip-offs of the old and the young, the weak, the sick, The never known. Stabbed repeatedly in the back by the Wall Street suit.
A Change is Gonna Come, Sam Cooke
It’s been too hard living, but I’m afraid to die
Cos I don’t know what’s out there beyond the sky
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will
Turn Turn Turn, Pete Seeger (sung by The Byrds)
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn)
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven
Talkin’ Bout a Revolution, Tracy Chapman
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
Don’t you know
They’re talkin’ about a revolution
It sounds like a whisper
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised, Gil Scott-Heron
The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver’s seat.
Black Spartacus Heart Attack Machine, Tom Morello
History’s not made by presidents or popes
or kings or queens or generals, or CIA kingpins runnin’ dope
history’s not made, by nine robed men or billionaires
it’s not made by them
Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Pete Seeger (sung by Joan Baez)
Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
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