Music from the Vietnam ERA

1. Music from the Vietnam ERA “The thing the sixties did was to show us the possibilities and the responsibility that we all had. It wasn't the answer. It just gave us a glimpse of the possibility.” John Lennon

2. Essential Questions • What impact do songs have on social movements? • What is the historical context in which these songs are written and performed? • What makes a song effective in a cause?

3. Role of Music • Music has been used to lift the spirits of the poor, oppressed, and rebels. • Music has been used to communicate the ideas of change and protest. • From different historical eras from slavery, The Great Depression, Civil Rights Movement and Vietnam, individuals have shared their opinions of injustice.

4. Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Trained to live off nature's land Trained in combat, hand-to-hand Men who fight by night and day Courage peak from the Green Berets Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men will test today But only three win the Green Beret Back at home a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her his last request Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret. “Ballad of the Green Beret” by SS Barry Salder

5. We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;We don't take no trips on LSDWe don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street;We like livin' right, and bein' free.I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,A place where even squares can have a ballWe still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of allWe don't make a party out of lovin';We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,Like the hippies out in San Francisco do. And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,A place where even squares can have a ball.We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.Football's still the roughest thing on campus,And the kids here still respect the college dean.We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA. “Okie from Muskogee” by Merle Haggard

6. “The Star-Spangled Banner” by Jimi Hendrix • He performed his version of “The Star-Spangled Banner “ at Woodstock on August 18, 1969.

7. Phil Ochs • Phil Ochs was born in El Paso, Texas on Dec. 19. 1940. • His songs are humorous and political. • He wrote about the Vietnam War, Civil Rights and famous people. • He committed suicide on April 9, 1976 at the age of 35

8. Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans At the end of the early British war The young lad started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes I even killed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh I must have killed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore, Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason," Call it "Love" or call it "Reason," But I ain't marchin' any more, No I ain't marchin' any more “I Ain’t Marching Anymore” By Phil Ochs

9. Come and take a walk with me throughthis green and growing landWalk through the meadows and the mountains and the sandWalk through the valleys and the rivers and the plainsWalk through the sun and walk through the rain Here is a land full of power and gloryBeauty that words cannot recallOh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedomHer glory shall rest on us all From Colorado, Kansas, and the Carolinas tooVirginia and Alaska, from the old to the newTexas and Ohio and the California shoreTell me, who could ask for more? Here is a land full of power and gloryBeauty that words cannot recallOh, her power shall rest on the strength of her freedomHer glory shall rest on us allYet she's only as rich as the poorest of her poor as free as the padlocked prison door Only as strong as our love for this landOnly as tall as we stand Here is a land full of power and gloryBeauty that words cannot recallOh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedomHer glory shall rest on us allCome and take a walk with me throughthis green and growing land Walk through the meadows and the mountains and the sandWalk through the valleys and the rivers and the plainsWalk through the sun and walk through the rainHere is a land full of power and glory Beauty that words cannot recallOh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedomHer glory shall rest on us allOh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedomHer glory shall rest on us all, on us all “The Power and the Glory” by Phil Ochs

10. Is there anybody here who'd like tochange his clothes into a uniformIs there anybody here who thinks they'reonly serving on a raging stormIs there anybody here with glory in their eyesloyal to the end, whose duty is to dieI wanna see himI wanna wish him luckI wanna shake his hand, wanna call his namePut a medal on the man.Is there anybody here who'd like to wrapa flag around an early graveIs there anybody here who thinks they'restanding taller on a battle waveIs there anybody here like to do his partsoldier to the world and a hero to his heartI wanna see himI wanna wish him luckI wanna shake his hand, wanna call his namePut a medal on the manIs there anybody here proud of the paradewho'd like to give a cheer and show they're not afraidI'd like like to ask him what he's trying to defendOh I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna winIs there anybody here who thinks that followingthe orders takes away the blameIs there anybody here who wouldn'tmind a murder by another name Is there anybody here whose pride is on the linewith the honor of the brave and the courage of the blindI wanna see himI wanna wish him luckI wanna shake his hand, wanna call his namePut a medal on the manIs there anybody here so proud of the paradewho'd like to give a cheer and show they're not afraidI'd like to ask him what he's trying to defendI'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna winIs there anybody here who thinks that followingthe orders takes away the blameIs there anybody here who wouldn'tmind a murder by another nameIs there anybody here whose pride is on the linewith the honor of the brave and the courage of the blindI wanna see himI wanna wish him luckI wanna shake his hand, ganna call his namePut a medal on the manMedal on the man “Is there anybody here” by Phil Ochs

11. Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American townI believe in God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin' old Castro downAnd when it came my time to serve I knew "better dead than red"But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said:CHORUSSarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleenAnd I always carry a purseI got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worseYes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid auntBesides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to schoolAnd I'm working in a DEE-fense plantI've got a dislocated disc and a wracked up backI'm allergic to flowers and bugsAnd when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fitsAnd I'm addicted to a thousand drugsI got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toesI can hardly reach my kneesAnd if the enemy came close to meI'd probably start to sneezeI'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleenAnd I always carry a purseI got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse Yes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid auntBesides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to schoolAnd I'm working in a DEE-fense plantOoh, I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies,Onething you gotta seeThat someone's gotta go over thereAnd that someone isn't meSo I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell!Kill me a thousand or soAnd if you ever get a war without blood and goreI'll be the first to goYes, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleenAnd I always carry a purseI got eyes like a bat, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worseYes, think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid auntBesides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to schoolAnd I'm working in a DEE-fense plant “Draft Dodger Rag” by Phil Ochs

12. Bob Dylan • He was born on May 24, 1941. • His given name is Robert Allen Zimmerman. He changed it in college to Bob Dylan after the Welsh Poet, Dylan Thomas • In 1961, he visited Woody Guthrie, who was dying. • After meeting Woody Guthrie, he wrote furiously. • He wrote a song in honor of Woody Guthrie, A Song to Woody.

13. How many roads must a man walk downBefore you call him a man?Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sailBefore she sleeps in the sand?Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs flyBefore they’re forever banned?The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the windThe answer is blowin’ in the wind How many years can a mountain existBefore it’s washed to the sea?Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people existBefore they’re allowed to be free?Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his headPretending he just doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the windThe answer is blowin’ in the wind How many times must a man look upBefore he can see the sky?Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man haveBefore he can hear people cry?Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died?The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the windThe answer is blowin’ in the wind “Blowin’ In the Wind”

14. Come you masters of warYou that build the big gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build all the bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks.You that never done nothin'But build to destroyYou play with my worldLike it's your little toyYou put a gun in my handAnd you hide from my eyesAnd you turn and run fartherWhen the fast bullets fly.Like Judas of oldYou lie and deceiveA world war can be wonYou want me to believeBut I see through your eyesAnd I see through your brainLike I see through the waterThat runs down my drain.You fasten all the triggersFor the others to fireThen you set back and watchWhen the death count gets higherYou hide in your mansion'As young people's bloodFlows out of their bodiesAnd is buried in the mud. Let me ask you one questionIs your money that goodWill it buy you forgivenessDo you think that it couldI think you will findWhen your death takes its tollAll the money you madeWill never buy back your soul. How much do I knowTo talk out of turnYou might say that I'm youngYou might say I'm unlearnedBut there's one thing I knowThough I'm younger than youThat even Jesus would neverForgive what you do. You've thrown the worst fearThat can ever be hurledFear to bring childrenInto the worldFor threatening my babyUnborn and unnamedYou ain't worth the bloodThat runs in your veins.And I hope that you dieAnd your death'll come soonI will follow your casketIn the pale afternoonAnd I'll watch while you're loweredDown to your deathbedAnd I'll stand over your grave'Til I'm sure that you're dead. Master of War Sung by Eddie Vedder Sung by Eddie Vedder

15. Oh my name it is nothin'My age it means lessThe country I come fromIs called the MidwestI's taught and brought up thereThe laws to abideAnd the land that I live inHas God on its side.Oh the history books tell itThey tell it so wellThe cavalries chargedThe Indians fellThe cavalries chargedThe Indians diedOh the country was youngWith God on its side.The Spanish-AmericanWar had its dayAnd the Civil War tooWas soon laid awayAnd the names of the heroesI's made to memorizeWith guns on their handsAnd God on their side. With God on my side. But now we got weaponsOf the chemical dustIf fire them we're forced toThen fire them we mustOne push of the buttonAnd a shot the world wideAnd you never ask questionsWhen God's on your side.In a many dark hourI've been thinkin' about thisThat Jesus ChristWas betrayed by a kissBut I can't think for youYou'll have to decideWhether Judas IscariotHad God on his side.So now as I'm leavin'I'm weary as HellThe confusion I'm feelin'Ain't no tongue can tellThe words fill my headAnd fall to the floorIf God's on our sideHe'll stop the next war. “With God on Our Side” by Bob Dylan The First World War, boysIt came and it wentThe reason for fightingI never did getBut I learned to accept itAccept it with prideFor you don't count the deadWhen God's on your side.When the Second World WarCame to an endWe forgave the GermansAnd then we were friendsThough they murdered six millionIn the ovens they friedThe Germans now tooHave God on their side.I've learned to hate RussiansAll through my whole lifeIf another war comesIt's them we must fightTo hate them and fear themTo run and to hideAnd accept it all bravely

16. Joan Baez • She was born on January 9, 1941. • In 1963, she sang We Shall Overcome at the Lincoln Memorial with Martin Luther King. • She sang for Cesar Chavez to help the United Farm Workers.

17. Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashesYou're covered in rainYou're covered in babies, you're covered in slashesYou're covered in wilderness, you're covered in stainsYou cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroudOf another man, who served the world proudYou greet another son, you lose another oneOn some sunny day and always stay, MaryJesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longerFlys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her faceWhile the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of gloryMary stays behind and starts cleaning up the placeMary she moves behind me She leaves her fingerprints everywhereEverytime the snow drifts, everytime the sand shiftsEven when the night lifts, she's always there Jesus said Mother I couldn't stay another day longerFlys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her faceWhile the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of gloryMary stays behind and starts cleaning up the placeMary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ruinyou're covered in secretsYour'e covered in treetops, you're covered in birdswho can sing a million songs without any wordsYou cast aside the sheets, you cast aside the shroudof another man, who served the world proudYou greet another son, you lose another oneon some sunny day and always stayMary, Mary, Mary “Mary” sung Joan Baez (Written by Patty Griffin)

18. May God's blessing keep you always,May your wishes ALL come true,May you always do for othersAnd let others do for you.May you build a ladder to the starsAnd climb on every rung,May you stay forever young.May you grow up to be righteous,May you grow up to be true,May you always know the truthAnd see the LIGHT surrounding you.May you always be courageous,Stand upright and be strong,May you stay forever young,Forever young, forever young,May you stay forever young. May your hands always be busy,May your feet always be swift,May you have a strong foundationWhen the winds of changes shift.May your heart always be joyful,May your song always be sung,May you stay forever young,Forever young, forever young,May you stay forever young. “Forever Young” sung by Joan Baez Written by Bob Dylan

19. Pete Seeger • He was born May 3, 1919 in Manhattan • “Pete Seeger has embodied the ideals of folk music – communication, entertainment, social comment, historical continuity, inclusiveness.”

20. Pete Seeger fight for justice “A fearless warrior for social justice and the environment, Pete’s political activism – from the Civil Rights movement and anti-McCarthyism to resistance to fascism and the wars in Vietnam and the Middle East – has become the template for subsequent generations of musicians and ordinary citizens with something to say about the world.” Source: Appleseed Recording

21. Where Have All the Flowers Gone 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? Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?Where have all the young girls gone?Gone for husbands everyone.Oh, when will they ever learn?Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?Where have all the husbands gone?Gone for soldiers everyoneOh, when will they ever learn?Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?Where have all the soldiers gone?Gone to graveyards, everyone.Oh, when will they ever learn?Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?Where have all the graveyards gone?Gone to flowers, everyone.Oh, when will they ever learn?Oh, when will they ever learn? 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? Where Have All The Flowers Gone Sung by Peter, Paul and Mary (Written by Pete Seeger)

22. Peter, Paul and Mary • Peter Yarrow, Noel (Paul) Stookey and Mary Travers began to perform in 1961. • Their number one song was “Puff, The Magic Dragon.” It is not about drugs, but based on a poem by Leonard Lipton .

23. Puff, the magic dragon lived by the seaAnd 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 seaAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,Puff, the magic dragon lived by the seaAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee. Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sailJackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail,Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came,Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name. Oh! Puff, the magic dragon lived by the seaAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,Puff, the magic dragon lived by the seaAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee. A dragon lives forever but not so little boysPainted wings and giants' rings make way for other toys.One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no moreAnd 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 lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave,So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave. Oh! Puff, the magic dragon lived by the seaAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee,Puff, the magic dragon lived by the seaAnd frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee. “Puff, The Magic Dragon”

24. Some folks are born to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no, Yeah! 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 looks like a rummage sale, yes, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son. It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, 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, “Fortunate Son” sung by Creedence Clearwater Revival

25. Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio.Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know? Gotta get down to itSoldiers are cutting us downShould have been done long ago.What if you knew herAnd found her dead on the groundHow can you run when you know?Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,We're finally on our own.This summer I hear the drumming,Four dead in Ohio. “Ohio” by Crosby, Stills, and Nash

26. I was under the dryer when the telegram came:"Private John C. Miller was shot down in Vietnam"Through my tears I read: "No more information at this timeHe's missin' in action somewhere on the Delta Line"And they say that I should be proud; he was fightin' for meThey say that I should be proud, those too blind to seeBut he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to fight for meHe was fightin' for the evils of societyNow I prayed night & day that my Johnny wouldn't dieLove, faith & hope was all that kept me aliveThen 6 weeks later came that cold & heartless letter:"Private Johnny was killed in action, number 54327"And they say that I should be proud; he was keepin' me freeThey say that I should be proud, those too blind to seeBut he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to die for meHe was fightin' for the evils of society They shipped him home with medals of honor & gloryEven our local paper ran a front-page story But the whole time gave him praisin' & said how honored I should beBut I don't want no superstar, just the good man they took from meAnd they tell me I should be proud; he was fightin' for meThey say that I should be proud, those too blind to seeBut he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to die for meHe's a victim of the evils of societyI should be proud of my JohnnyThey tell me that I should be proud; they just don't want Johnny for meThey tell me that I should be proud of my Johnny... “I Should Be Proud” by Martha Reeves and Vandellas

27. Come on all of you big strong menUncle Sam needs your help againhe's got himself in a terrible jamway down yonder in Viet Nam soput down your books and pick up a gun we'regonna have a whole lotta fun(CHORUS)And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting fordon't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet NamAnd it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gatesain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna dieCome on wall street don't be slowwhy man this war is a go-gothere's plenty good money to be made bysupplying the army with the tools of its tradelet's hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,they drop it on the Viet Cong Come on generals, let's move fastyour big chance has come at lastnow you can go out and get those redscos the only good commie is the one that's dead andyou know that peace can only be won when we'veblown 'em all to kingdom comeCome on mothers throughout the landpack your boys off to Viet Namcome on fathers don't hesitatesend your sons off before it's too lateand you can be the first ones on your blockto have your boy come home in a box “I Feel Like I’am Fixin’ to Die Rag” by Country Joe Mc Donald

28. (War) h'uhYeah!(What is it good for?)Absolutely (nothin) uh-huh, uh-huh(War) h'uhYeah!(What is it good for?)Absolutely (nothin')Say it again, y'all(War) h'uh (h'uh) look out!(What is it good for?)Absolutely (nothin')Listen to meOoh war, I despise'Cause it means destruction of innocent livesWar means tears, to thousands of mother's eyesWhen their sons go off to fight and lose their livesI said, war (h'uh)Good God, y'all!(What is it good for?)Absolutely (nothin') 'ginSay it, again (War) whoa (h'uh) whoa-whoa, Lord(What is it good for?)Absolutely (nothin')Listen to me!(War)It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker!(War)Friend only to the undertakerOoh, war Is an enemy to all mankindThe thought of war blows my mindWar has caused unrestWithin the younger generationInduction, then destructionWho wants to die? Ooh war, Good God (h'uh) y'all!(What is it good for?)Absolutely (nothin')Say it, say it, say it(War)Woah-h'uh (h'uh) yeah uh(What is it good for?)(Absolutely) nothin'Listen to me(War) “War” by Edwin Star

29. It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker(War)It's got one thing and that's the undertakerOoh, warHas shattered many a-young man's dreamsMade him disabled, bitter, and meanAnd life is much too short and preciousTo spend fighting wars each dayWar can't give lifeIt can only take it away Oh, war!(H'uh) Good God, y'all(What is it good for?)Absolutely (nothin')Say it, again(War)Whoa (h'uh) whoa-whoa, Lord(What is it good for?)A-absolutely (nothin')Listen to me! (War)It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker(War)Friend only to the undertakerWoo!Peace, love and understanding tell meIs there no place for anything else? They say we must fightTo keep our freedomsBut Lord, knows there's got to beA better wayOooh (War)God, y'all! (uh)(What is it good for?)You tell 'em! (h'uh)Say it, say it, say it(War)Good God (h'uh) now, h'uhFADES-(What is it good for?)Stand up and shout it(Nothin'!)(War)It ain't nothin' but a heartbreakerOoh, war. War by Edwin Star

30. Ev'rybody's talkin' 'boutBagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, TagismThis-ism, that-ism, ism ism ismAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance(C'mon)Ev'rybody's talkin' 'boutMinister, Sinister, Banisters and Canisters,Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, and Pop Eyes, Bye bye, Bye byesAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance (Let me tell you now)Ev'rybody's talkin' 'boutRevolution, Evolution, Masturbation, Flagellation, Regulation,Integrations, mediations, United Nations, congratulationsAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chanceEv'rybody's talkin' 'boutJohn and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary,Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper,Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare KrishnaHare Hare KrishnaAll we are saying is give peace a chanceAll we are saying is give peace a chance(Repeat 'til the tape runs out) “Give Peace A Chance” by John Lennon

31. Mother, motherThere's too many of you cryingBrother, brother, brotherThere's far too many of you dyingYou know we've got to find a wayTo bring some lovin' here today - YaFather, fatherWe don't need to escalateYou see, war is not the answerFor only love can conquer hateYou know we've got to find a wayTo bring some lovin' here todayPicket lines and picket signsDon't punish me with brutalityTalk to me, so you can seeOh, what's going onWhat's going onYa, what's going onAh, what's going onIn the mean timeRight on, babyRight onRight on Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrongOh, but who are they to judge usSimply because our hair is longOh, you know we've got to find a wayTo bring some understanding here todayOhPicket lines and picket signsDon't punish me with brutalityTalk to meSo you can seeWhat's going onYa, what's going onTell me what's going onI'll tell you what's going on - UhRight on babyRight on baby “What’s Going On” by Marvin Gaye