1. “The Times They Are A-Changin‘”
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the loser now will be later to win
If your time to you is worth savin’
For the times they are a-changin’
You’ll be drenched to the bone
Who prophesize with your pen
The chance won’t come again
Come senators, congressmen
Your sons and your daughters
Come gather ’round people
Your old road is rapidly agin’
And admit that the waters
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
Don’t stand in the doorway
What you can’t understand
Are beyond your command
Will be he who has stalled
Come mothers and fathers
The order is rapidly fadin’
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
Come writers and critics
And keep your eyes wide
Don’t block up the hall
Wherever you roam
Please heed the call
For he that gets hurt
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
The line it is drawn
As the present now
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
Will later be past
Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace
You don't believe in war but whats that gun you're totin'?
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you boy
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
The pounding of the drums, the pride and disgrace
Over and over and over and over again my friend
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'
Yeah my blood's so mad feels like coagulating
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
I can't twist the truth it knows no regulation
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
But when you return it's the same old place
You're old enough to kill but not for votin'
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
You may leave here for four days in space
Over and over and over again my friend
When human respect is disintegratin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
The eastern world it is exploding
We're on the eve of destruction
Mmm, no, no, you don't believe
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
Ah, you don't believe
You don't believe
But you tell me
And you tell me
And tell me
“The Times They Are A-Changin‘”
by Bob Dylan
“Eve of Destruction”
By Barry McGuire

2. Buffalo Springfield – “For What It’s Worth” 1967
There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware
Chorus: I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn. Nobody's right if everybody's wrong. Young people speaking their minds are getting so much resistance from behind.
What a field-day for the heat. A thousand people in the street singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side.
Paranoia strikes deep, into your life it will creep. It starts when you're always afraid. You step out of line, the man come and take you away We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Chorus
You say you want a revolution Well you know We'd all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well you know We'd all want to change the world But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out Don't you know it's gonna be alright [x3] You say you got a real solution Well you know We'd all want to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well you know We're all doing what we can But if you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell you is brother you'll have to wait Don't you know it's gonna be alright [x4] You say you'll change the constitution Well you know We'd all love to change your head You tell me it's the institution Well you know You better free your mind instead But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know know it's gonna be alright [x3] Alright [x7]
The Beatles – “Revolution”

3. “Too Many Martyrs” By Phil Ochs
Like Emmett Till and thousands more whose names we'll never know
But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down
They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground
And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear
While we waited for the future for freedom through the land
And the blood upon his jacket, left a brand upon his mind
His name was Medgar Evers and he walked his road alone
It struck the heart of every man when Evers fell and died
He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime
He slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side
The country gained a killer and the country lost a man
As Evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight
The killer waited by his home, hidden by the night
Too many lies, too many empty words were said
Laid him in his grave when the victory was near
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law
In the state of Mississippi many years ago
Too many times for too many angry men
Too many martyrs and too many dead
Oh, let it never be again
“Too Many Martyrs”
By Phil Ochs

4. " By James Brown Now we's demands a chance to do things for ourselves
We're tired of beating our heads against the wall
I'm black and I'm proud, Lord'a Lord'a Lord'a
Now we can say we do the Funky Broadway!
I'm black and I'm proud, let me hear ha', huh
Sometimes we dance, we sing and we talk
You know I do like to do the camel walk
Oooow, oowee, you're killing me, alright
Ooowee, ooowee, ooowee, ooowee, ow
I'm black and I'm proud, let me hear ya
Uh, outa sight, alright you're outa sight
I'm black and I'm proud , Lord I feel it
You know we can do the boog-a-loo
And working for someone else, hu
We're like the birds and the bees,
I'm black and I'm proud, ooooh
But we'd rather die on our feet,
Than keep a'living on our knees
I'm black and I'm proud, hu
Uh, alright now, good Lord
Now we're our people, too
Ooowee, you're killing me
Alright now, hu alright,
I'm black and I'm proud
Now we can do, hu
Ooowee, oh Lord,
Alright now, ha
Say it louder,
Say it loud,
Look a'here, some people say we got a lot of malice
Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves
"Say It Loud - I'm Black And I'm Proud"
I've worked on jobs with my feet and my hands
we tired of beating our heads against the wall
We tired of beating our heads against the wall
We've been buked and we've been scourned
Now, we're people like the birds and the bees
Brother, we can't quit until we get our share
But all the work I did was for the other man
I'm black and I'm proud, one more time
We've been treated bad, talked about
Alright, so tough, you're tough enough
One thing more I got to say right here
Ooowee uh, you're killing me, oow
And now we demands a chance
I'm black and I'm proud, oowee
By James Brown
And working for someone else
As just as sure as you're born
Two eyes to make a pair, huh
I'm black and I'm proud, huh
Alright uh, you're out of sight
Than keep living on our knees
Say it louder (I got a mouth)
Some say it's a lotta nerve
I say we won't quit moving
Til we get what we deserve
But just as sure as it take
To do things for ourselves
We rather die on our feet,
Ooowee, ou're killing me
I'm black and I'm proud
Uh, with your bad self
Say it louder,
A look a'here,
Say it loud,
"

5. Scott McKenzie – “San Francisco” 1967
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd and keeping old Castro down And 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:
Chorus: Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old invalid aunt. Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm working in a defense plant
I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back I'm allergic to flowers and bugs. And when the bombshell hits, I get epileptic fits and I'm addicted to a thousand drugs. I got the weakness woes, and I can't touch my toes I can hardly reach my knees. And if the enemy came close to me I'd probably start to sneeze.
I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, but one thing you gotta see: That someone's gotta go over there and that someone isn't me. So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell Yeah, Kill me a thousand or so. And if you ever get a war without blood and gore I'll be the first to go.
Phil Ochs – “Draft Dodger Rag”
(chorus)
Scott McKenzie – “San Francisco”
If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there Chorus: For those who come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there In the streets of San Francisco Gentle people with flowers in their hair All across the nation such a strange vibration People in motion There's a whole generation with a new explanation People in motion people in motion Chorus:

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

7. AC Music

8. “The Times They Are A-Changin‘”
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the loser now will be later to win
If your time to you is worth savin’
For the times they are a-changin’
You’ll be drenched to the bone
Who prophesize with your pen
The chance won’t come again
Come senators, congressmen
Your sons and your daughters
Come gather ’round people
Your old road is rapidly agin’
And admit that the waters
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
Don’t stand in the doorway
What you can’t understand
Are beyond your command
Will be he who has stalled
Come mothers and fathers
The order is rapidly fadin’
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
Come writers and critics
And keep your eyes wide
Don’t block up the hall
Wherever you roam
Please heed the call
For he that gets hurt
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
The line it is drawn
As the present now
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
Will later be past
Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace
You don't believe in war but whats that gun you're totin'?
Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you boy
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave
The pounding of the drums, the pride and disgrace
Over and over and over and over again my friend
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'
Yeah my blood's so mad feels like coagulating
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
I can't twist the truth it knows no regulation
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
But when you return it's the same old place
You're old enough to kill but not for votin'
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
You may leave here for four days in space
Over and over and over again my friend
When human respect is disintegratin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
The eastern world it is exploding
We're on the eve of destruction
Mmm, no, no, you don't believe
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
Ah, you don't believe
You don't believe
But you tell me
And you tell me
And tell me
“The Times They Are A-Changin‘”
by Bob Dylan
“Eve of Destruction”
By Barry McGuire

9. Buffalo Springfield – “For What It’s Worth” 1967
There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear There's a man with a gun over there Telling me I got to beware
Chorus: I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound Everybody look what's going down
There's battle lines being drawn. Nobody's right if everybody's wrong. Young people speaking their minds are getting so much resistance from behind.
What a field-day for the heat. A thousand people in the street singing songs and carrying signs Mostly say, hooray for our side.
Paranoia strikes deep, into your life it will creep. It starts when you're always afraid. You step out of line, the man come and take you away We better stop, hey, what's that sound
Chorus
You say you want a revolution Well you know We'd all want to change the world You tell me that it's evolution Well you know We'd all want to change the world But when you talk about destruction Don't you know that you can count me out Don't you know it's gonna be alright [x3] You say you got a real solution Well you know We'd all want to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well you know We're all doing what we can But if you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell you is brother you'll have to wait Don't you know it's gonna be alright [x4] You say you'll change the constitution Well you know We'd all love to change your head You tell me it's the institution Well you know You better free your mind instead But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow Don't you know know it's gonna be alright [x3] Alright [x7]
The Beatles – “Revolution”

10. “Strange Fruit Lyrics”
Like Emmett Till and thousands more whose names we'll never know
But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down
They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground
And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear
While we waited for the future for freedom through the land
And the blood upon his jacket, left a brand upon his mind
His name was Medgar Evers and he walked his road alone
It struck the heart of every man when Evers fell and died
He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime
He slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side
The country gained a killer and the country lost a man
As Evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight
The killer waited by his home, hidden by the night
Too many lies, too many empty words were said
Laid him in his grave when the victory was near
A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law
In the state of Mississippi many years ago
Too many times for too many angry men
Too many martyrs and too many dead
Oh, let it never be again
“Too Many Martyrs”
By Phil Ochs
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.
“Strange Fruit Lyrics”
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
By Billie Holiday
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,

11. " By James Brown Now we's demands a chance to do things for ourselves
We're tired of beating our heads against the wall
I'm black and I'm proud, Lord'a Lord'a Lord'a
Now we can say we do the Funky Broadway!
I'm black and I'm proud, let me hear ha', huh
Sometimes we dance, we sing and we talk
You know I do like to do the camel walk
Oooow, oowee, you're killing me, alright
Ooowee, ooowee, ooowee, ooowee, ow
I'm black and I'm proud, let me hear ya
Uh, outa sight, alright you're outa sight
I'm black and I'm proud , Lord I feel it
You know we can do the boog-a-loo
And working for someone else, hu
We're like the birds and the bees,
I'm black and I'm proud, ooooh
But we'd rather die on our feet,
Than keep a'living on our knees
I'm black and I'm proud, hu
Uh, alright now, good Lord
Now we're our people, too
Ooowee, you're killing me
Alright now, hu alright,
I'm black and I'm proud
Now we can do, hu
Ooowee, oh Lord,
Alright now, ha
Say it louder,
Say it loud,
Look a'here, some people say we got a lot of malice
Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves
"Say It Loud - I'm Black And I'm Proud"
I've worked on jobs with my feet and my hands
we tired of beating our heads against the wall
We tired of beating our heads against the wall
We've been buked and we've been scourned
Now, we're people like the birds and the bees
Brother, we can't quit until we get our share
But all the work I did was for the other man
I'm black and I'm proud, one more time
We've been treated bad, talked about
Alright, so tough, you're tough enough
One thing more I got to say right here
Ooowee uh, you're killing me, oow
And now we demands a chance
I'm black and I'm proud, oowee
By James Brown
And working for someone else
As just as sure as you're born
Two eyes to make a pair, huh
I'm black and I'm proud, huh
Alright uh, you're out of sight
Than keep living on our knees
Say it louder (I got a mouth)
Some say it's a lotta nerve
I say we won't quit moving
Til we get what we deserve
But just as sure as it take
To do things for ourselves
We rather die on our feet,
Ooowee, ou're killing me
I'm black and I'm proud
Uh, with your bad self
Say it louder,
A look a'here,
Say it loud,
"

12. “I Ain't Marching Anymore”
Scott McKenzie – “San Francisco”
If you're going to San Francisco Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair If you're going to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there Chorus: For those who come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there In the streets of San Francisco Gentle people with flowers in their hair All across the nation such a strange vibration People in motion There's a whole generation with a new explanation People in motion people in motion Chorus:
When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning
Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun
For I marched to the battles of the German trench
I heard many men lying, I saw many more dying
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky
Oh, I marched to the battle of New Orleans
For I stole California from the Mexican land
In a war that was bound to end all wars
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore
It's always the old to lead us to the war
Oh, I must have killed a million men
At the end of the early British war
And now they want me back again
Set off the mighty mushroom roar
When they close the missile plants
The young land started growing
The young blood started flowing
For I've killed my share of Indians
I was there at the Little Big Horn
Now the labor leader's screamin'
Fought in the bloody Civil War
Call it, Peace, or call it, Treason
But I ain't marching anymore
In a thousand different fights
Yes, I even killed my brothers
That I ain't marching anymore
Call it, Love, or call it, Reason
No, I ain't marching anymore
It's always the young to fall
Tell me is it worth it all
And so many others
“I Ain't Marching Anymore”
By Phil Ochs

13. Sergeant Barry Sadler – “The Ballad of the Green Berets” 1966
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 Chorus: 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 Chorus
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
When the death count gets higher
You that build the death planes
I can see through your masks.
You that build all the bombs
You that never done nothin'
And you turn and run farther
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
Then you set back and watch
You've thrown the worst fear
You might say that I'm young
And you hide from my eyes
But I see through your eyes
You might say I'm unlearned
Though I'm younger than you
But there's one thing I know
That even Jesus would never
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
You put a gun in my hand
When the fast bullets fly.
That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers
You hide in your mansion'
You ain't worth the blood
I just want you to know
You play with my world
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.
That can ever be hurled
For threatening my baby
That runs in your veins.
Like it's your little toy
For the others to fire
Fear to bring children
Unborn and unnamed
How much do I know
But build to destroy
Forgive what you do.
You lie and deceive
To talk out of turn
Like Judas of old
Into the world
And I'll watch while you're lowered
When your death takes its toll
Will never buy back your soul.
Let me ask you one question
And your death'll come soon
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
Will it buy you forgiveness
Is your money that good
Do you think that it could
All the money you made
And I hope that you die
I will follow your casket
Down to your deathbed
In the pale afternoon
I think you will find
“Masters of War”
By Bob Dylan