The Fight for Rights

Music with a Meaning- Songs don’t have to be about global issues to be a protest song.

- Often what makes music important to us is that they have a meaning.

- You have been introduced to how music can be powerful for a global scale, but music can be powerful to individuals for a number of reasons.

- What songs have a significant meaning that we haven’t looked at?- Imagine by John Lennon- Stupid Girls by Pink- Hurricane by Bob Dylan- Beautiful by Christina Aguilera- Fight for Your Right to Party by The Beastie Boys- Rock the Casbah by The Clash

- It might not always be obvious but they all have a significant meaning.

- This will be your next assignment, which 5 songs from different eras and different genres have the most meaning and why?

20 – 1 Music with a Message- The Countdown:20. "Stupid Girls" Pink19. "Hurricane" Bob Dylan18. "Fight For The Right (To Party)" Beastie Boys17. "US Forces" Midnight Oil16. "Lifestyles Of The Rich And The Famous" Good Charlotte15. "I Was Only 19" Redgum14. "Rock The Casbah" The Clash13. "Beautiful" Christina Aguilera12. "I Am Woman" Helen Reddy11. "War (What Is It Good For?)" Edwin Starr10. "Papa Don't Preach" Madonna9. "Zombie" The Cranberries8. "Treaty" Yothu Yindi7. "Another Brick In The Wall" Pink Floyd6. "Redemption Song" Bob Marley5. "Do They Know It's Christmas?" BandAid4. "Cat's In The Cradle" Harry Chapin3. "Dear Mr. President" Pink2. "My Generation" The Who1. "Imagine" John Lennon

Stupid Girls by Pink

Stupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girlsMaybe if I act like that, that guy will call me backPorno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girlGo to Fred Segal, you'll find them thereLaughing loud so all the little people stareLooking for a daddy to pay for the champagne(Drop a name)What happened to the dreams of a girl presidentShe's dancing in the video next to 50 CentThey travel in packs of two or threeWith their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny teesWhere, oh where, have the smart people gone?Oh where, oh where could they be?

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me backPorno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girlBaby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair backPush up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl(Break it down now)Disease is growing, it's epidemicI'm scared that there ain't a cureThe world believes it and I'm going crazyI cannot take any moreI'm so glad that I'll never fit inThat will never be meOutcasts and girls with ambitionThat's what I wanna seeDisasters all aroundWorld despairedTheir only concernWill they **** up my hair

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me backPorno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girlBaby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair backPush up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl (Do ya thing, do ya thing, do ya thing)(I like this, like this, like this) Pretty will you **** me girl, silly as a lucky girlPull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!Pretty would you **** me girl, silly as a lucky girlPull my head and suck it girl, stupid girl!Baby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair backPush up my bra like that, stupid girl!Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me backPorno Paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girlBaby if I act like that, flipping my blond hair backPush up my bra like that, I don't wanna be a stupid girl

Hurricane by Bob DylanPistol shots ring out in the barroom nightEnter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,Cries out, my god, they killed them all!Here comes the story of the Hurricane,The man the authorities came to blameFor somethin’ that he never done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been the champion of the world.Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty seeAnd another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously. I didn’t do it, he says, and he throws up his hands I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand.I saw them leavin’, he says, and he stopsOne of us had better call up the cops.And so Patty calls the cops and they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’In the hot New Jersey night. Meanwhile, far away in another part of townRubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the roadJust like the time before and the time before that. In Paterson that’s just the way things go.If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street less you wanna draw the heat.Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops. Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ aroundHe said, I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like middleweights

They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates. And miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head. Cop said, wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead So they took him to the infirmary and though this man could hardly see they told him that he could identify the guilty men. Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in, Take him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs. The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye Says, what’d you bring him in here for? he ain’t the guy!Yes, here’s the story of the hurricane,The man the authorities came to blameFor somethin’ that he never done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,Rubin is in South America, fightin’ for his nameWhile Arthur Dexter Bradleys still in the robbery game and the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to blame.Remember that murder that happened in a bar? Remember you said you saw the getaway car? You think you’d like to play ball with the law? Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night? Don’t forget that you are white.Arthur Dexter Bradley said, I’m really not sure.Cops said, a poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and were talkin’ to your friend Bello Now you don’t wanna have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.You’ll be doin’ society a favour.That son of a bitch is brave and getting’ braver. We want to put his ass in stirWe want to pin this triple murder on himHe ain’t no gentleman Jim.Rubin could take a man out with just one punch

But he never did like to talk about it all that much. It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay And when its over I’d just as soon go on my way Up to some paradiseWhere the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail.But then they took him to the jailhouseWhere they try to turn a man into a mouse.All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advanceThe trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance. The judge made Rubins witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bumAnd to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger. No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. And though they could not produce the gun, The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed.Rubin Carter was falsely tried. The crime was murder one, guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly liedAnd the newspapers, they all went along for the ride. How can the life of such a manBe in the palm of some fools hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a landWhere justice is a game. Now all the criminals in their coats and their tiesAre free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell.That’s the story of the hurricane,But it wont be over till they clear his nameAnd give him back the time he’s done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a beenThe champion of the world.

Fight for Your Right to Party by The Beastie Boys

You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna goYou ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"You missed two classes - and no homeworkBut your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk

(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to partyYour pop caught you smoking man - and he said, "No way!"That hypocrite - smokes two packs a dayMan, living at home is such a dragNow your mum threw away your best porno mag (Busted!)

(chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party, Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wearI'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hairYour mum busted in and said, "What's that noise?"Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!(repeat chorus twice)

US Forces by Midnight Oil

Us forces give the nod, it's a setback for your countryBombs and trenches all in rows, bombs and threats still ask for moreDivided world the CIA, say who control the issueYou leave us with no time to talk, you can write your assessmentSing me songs of no denying, seems to me too many trying waiting for the next big thing

Will you know it when you see it, high risk children dogs of warNow market movements call the shots, business deals in parking lotsWaiting for the meat of tomorrowSing me songs of no denying, seems to me too many trying waiting for the next big thing

Everyone is too stoned to start emissionPeople too scared to go to prisonWe're unable to make decisionPolitical party line don't cross that floorL. Ron Hubbard can't save your lifeSuperboy takes a plutonium wifeIn the shadow of ban the bomb we liveSing me songs of no denying, seems to me too many trying waiting for the next big thing

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous by Good Charlotte

Always see it on T.V.or read it in the magazinesCelebrities who want sympathyAll they do is piss and moan inside the Rolling StoneTalking about how hard life can beI'd like to see them spend the week livin' life out on the streetI don't think they would surviveIf they could spend a day or two walking in someone else's shoesI think they'd stumble and they'd fallThey would fall (fall)Lifestyles of the rich and the famousThey're always complaining, always complainingIf money is such a problemWell they got mansionsThink we should rob themDid you know when you were famousYou could kill your wife and there's no such thing as 25 to life as long as you've got the cash to pay for CochranAnd did you know if you were caught and you were smoking crack

McDonald's wouldn't even want to take you backYou could always just run for mayor of D.C.I'd like to see them spend the week livin' life out on the streetI don't think they would surviveIf they could spend a day or two walking in someone else's shoesI think they'd stumble and they'd fallThey would fallLifestyles of the rich and the famousThey're always complaining, always complainingIf money is such a problemWell they got mansionsThink we should rob themLifestyles of the rich and the famousThey're always complaining, always complaining

If money is such a problemYou got so many problemsThink I could solve themLifestyles of the rich and famousWe'll take your clothes, cash cards, and homes just stop complainingLifestyles of the rich and famousLifestyles of the rich and famousLifestyles of the rich and famous

I was Only 19 by Redgum

Mum and Dad and Denny saw the passing-out parade at PuckapunyalIt was a long march from cadets.The sixth battalion was the next to tourAnd it was me who drew the card.We did Canungra, Shoalwater before we left. And Townsville lined the footpaths as we marched down to the quayThis clipping from the paper shows us young and strong and clean.And there's me in my slouch hat with my SLR and greens. God help me, I was only nineteen. From Vung Tau, riding Chinooks, to the dust at Nui DatI'd been in and out of choppers now for months. But we made our tents a home, VB and pinups on the lockersAnd an Asian orange sunset through the scrub. And can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?And nighttime's just a jungle dark and a barking M16?And what's this rash that comes and goes, Can you tell me what it means?God help me, I was only nineteen

A four-week operation When each step could mean your last one on two legsIt was a war within yourselfBut you wouldn't let your mates down till they had you dusted offSo you closed your eyes and thought about something else. Then someone yelled out "Contact!"; and the bloke behind me sworeWe hooked in there for hours, then a God almighty roarAnd Frankie kicked a mine the day that mankind kicked the moon,God help me, he was going home in June.I can still see Frankie, drinking tinnies in the Grand HotelOn a thirty-six hour rec leave in Vung TauAnd I can still see Frankie, lying screaming in the jungle

Till the morphine came and killed the bloody rowAnd the Anzac legends didn't mention mud and blood and tearsAnd the stories that my father told me never seemed quite real.I caught some pieces in my back that I didn't even feelGod help me, I was only nineteenAnd can you tell me, doctor, why I still can't get to sleep?And why the Channel Seven chopper chills me to my feet?And what's this rash that comes and goescan you tell me what it means?God help me, I was only nineteen

Rock the Casbah by The Clash

Now the king told the boogie menYou have to let that raga dropThe oil down the desert wayHas been shakin' to the topThe sheik he drove his cadillacHe went a cruisin' down the villeThe muezzin was a standingOn the radiator grille

ChorusThe shareef don't like itRockin' the casbahRock the casbahThe shareef don't like itRockin' the casbahRock the casbah

By order of the prophetWe ban that boogie soundDegenerate the faithfulWith that crazy casbah soundBut the bedouin they brought outThe electric camel drumThe local guitar pickerGot his guitar picking thumbAs soon as the shareefHad cleared the squareThey began to wailChorusNow over at the templeOh! they really pack 'em inThe in crowd say it's coolTo dig this chanting thingBut as the wind changed directionThe temple band took fiveThe crowd caught a wiffOf that crazy casbah jiveChorus

The king called up his jet fightersHe said you better earn your payDrop your bombs between the minaretsDown the casbah wayAs soon as the shareef wasChauffeured outta thereThe jet pilots tuned toThe cockpit radio blareAs soon as the shareef wasOutta their hairThe jet pilots wailedChorusHe thinks it's not kosherFundamentally he can't take it.You know he really hates it.

Beautiful by Christina Aguilera

Don't look at me Every day is so wonderfulAnd suddenly, it's hard to breatheNow and then, I get insecureFrom all the fame, I'm so ashamedI am beautiful no matter what they sayWords can't bring me downI am beautiful in every single wayYes, words can't bring me downSo don't you bring me down today

To all your friends, you're deliriousSo consumed in all your doomTrying hard to fill the emptinessThe piece is gone and the puzzle undoneThat's the way it isYou are beautiful no matter what they sayWords can’t bring you downYou are beautiful in every single wayYes, words can’t bring you downDon't you bring me down today...

No matter what we do(no matter what we do)No matter what we say(no matter what we say)When the sun is shining throughThen the clouds wanna stayAnd everywhere we go(everywhere we go)The sun won't always shine(sun won't always shine)But tomorrow will find a wayAll the other timesCos we are beautiful no matter what they sayYes, words won't bring us downWe are beautiful no matter what they sayYes, words can't bring us downDon't you bring me down todayDon't you bring me down todayDon't you bring me down today

I am Woman by Helen Reddy

I am woman, hear me roarIn numbers too big to ignoreAnd I know too much to go back an' pretend'Cause I've heard it all beforeAnd I've been down there on the floorNo one's ever gonna keep me down againOh yes, I am wiseBut it's wisdom born of painYes, I've paid the priceBut look how much I gainedIf I have toI can do anythingI am strong (strong)I am invincible (invincible)I am woman

You can bend but never break me'Cause it only serves to make meMore determined to achieve my final goalAnd I come back even strongerNot a novice any longer'Cause you've deepened the conviction in my soulOh, yes, I am wiseBut it's wisdom born of painYes, I've paid the priceBut look how much I gainedIf I have toI can do anythingI am strong (strong)I am invincible (invincible)I am womanI am woman watch me growSee me standing toe to toe

As I spread my lovin' arms across the landBut I'm still an embryoWith a long, long way to goUntil I make my brother understandOh, yes, I am wiseBut it's wisdom born of painYes, I've paid the priceBut look how much I gainedIf I have toI can face anythingI am strong (strong)I am invincible (invincible)I am womanOh, I am womanI am invincibleI am strongI am womanI am invincibleI am strongI am woman

War – What is it Good For? By Edwin Starr

War, huh, yeahWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingUh-huhWar, huh, yeahWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingSay it again, y'allWar, huh, good GodWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingListen to meOhhh, war, I despiseBecause it means destructionOf innocent livesWar means tearsTo thousands of mothers eyesWhen their sons go to fightAnd lose their livesI said, war, huhGood God, y'allWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingSay it againWar, huh, whoa, LordWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingListen to me

War, it ain't nothingBut a heartbreakerWar, friend only to the undertakerOoooh, warIt's an enemy to all mankindThe point of war blows my mindWar has caused unrestWithin the younger generationInduction then destructionWho wants to dieAaaaah, war-huhGood God y'allWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingSay it, Say it, Say it, Say it War, huhWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothing Listen to me War, it ain't nothing but a heartbreakerWar, it's got one friendThat's the undertakerOoooh, war, has shatteredMany a young mans dreamsMade him disabled, bitter and meanLife is much to short and preciousTo spend fighting wars these daysWar can't give life

It can only take it awayOoooh, war, huhGood God y'allWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingSay it againWar, whoa, LordWhat is it good forAbsolutely nothingListen to meWar, it ain't nothing but a heartbreakerWar, friend only to the undertakerPeace, love and understandingTell me, is there no place for them todayThey say we must fight to keep our freedomBut Lord knows there's got to be a better wayOoooooh, war, huhGood God y'allWhat is it good forYou tell meSay it, Say it, Say it, Say itWar, huhGood God y'allWhat is it good forStand up and shout itNothing

Papa Don’t Preach by Madonna

Papa I know you're going to be upset'cause I was always your little girlBut you should know by nowI'm not a babyYou always taught me right from wrongI need your help, daddy please be strongI may be young at heartBut I know what I'm sayingThe one you warned me all aboutThe one you said I could do withoutWe're in an awful mess, and I don't mean maybe - please

Chorus:Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deepPapa don't preach, I've been losing sleepBut I made up my mind, I'm keeping my baby, ohI'm gonna keep my baby, mmm...

He says that he's going to marry meAnd we can raise a little familyMaybe we'll be all rightIt's a sacrificeBut my friends keep telling me to give it upSaying I'm too young, I ought to live it upWhat I need right now is some good advice, please(chorus)Daddy, daddy if you could only seeJust how good he's been treating meYou'd give us your blessing right now'cause we are in love, we are in love, so please

(chorus)Papa don't preach, I'm in trouble deepPapa don't preach, I've been losing sleep(repeat)Oh, I'm gonna keep my baby, oohDon't you stop loving me daddyI know, I'm keeping my baby

Zombie by The Cranberries

Another head hangs lowlyChild is slowly takenAnd the violence caused such silenceWho are we mistakenBut you see it's not me,It's not my familyIn your head, in yourhead they are fightingWith their tanks and their bombsAnd their bombs and their gunsIn your headIn your head they are cryin'In your head, In your headZombie, Zombie, Zombie

What's in your head, in your headZombie, Zombie, ZombieAnother mother's breakin'Heart is taking overWhen the violence causes silenceWe must be mistakenIt's the same old theme since 1916In your head,

In your head they're still fightin'With their tanks, and their bombsAnd their bombs and their gunsIn your head, in your head, they are dyin'In your head, in your headZombie, Zombie, ZombieWhat's in your head, in your headZombie, Zombie, Zombie

Treaty by Yothu Yindi

Treaty yeah . . .Nhima djatpa nhe walang gumurrtjararrk yawirriny Nhe gaya nhe matjini Gaya nhe matjini Gaya gaya nhe gaya nhe Matjini walangwalang Nhema djatpa nhe walang - Nhe gumurrtjarrk nhe ya-Treaty Yeah . . .Well I heard it on the radioAnd I saw it on the televisionBack in 1988 All those talking politicians Treaty yeah . . . Words are easy, words are cheap Much cheaper than our priceless land But promises can disappear Just like in the sand Treaty Yeh Treaty Now Treaty Yeh Treaty Now

Nhima Djatpangarri nhima walangwalang - Nhe Djatpayatpa nhima gaya nhe- Matjini.... Yakarray - nhe Djat'pa nhe walang - Gumurrtijararrk Gutjuk - This land was never given up This land was never bought and sold The planting of the Union Jack Never changed our law at all Now two rivers run their course Separated for so long I'm dreaming of a brighter day When the waters will be one Treaty Yeh Treaty Now Treaty Yeh Treaty Now Treaty Yeh Treaty Now Treaty Yeh Traty Now

Nhima djatpa nhe walang gumurrtjararrk yawirriny Nhe gaya nhe matjini Gaya nhe matjini Gaya gaya nhe gaya nhe Matjini walangwalang Nhema djatpa nhe walang - Nhe gumurrtjarrk nhe ya- Promises - Disappear - Priceless land - Destiny - Well I heard it on the And I saw it on the But promises can be broken Just like in the sand Treaty Yeh Treaty Now ...

Another Brick in the Wall by Pink Floyd

We don't need no educationWe don’t need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeacher leave them kids aloneHey! teacher leave them kids alone!All in all it's just another brick in the wall.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.We don't need no educationWe don’t need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeachers leave them kids aloneHey! teacher! leave us kids alone!All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall."wrong, do it again!""wrong, do it again!""if you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. how can youHave any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?""you! yes, you behind the bike sheds, stand still laddy!"

Redemption Song by Bob Marley

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;Sold I to the merchant ships,Minutes after they took IFrom the bottomless pit.But my hand was made strongBy the hand of the Almighty.We forward in this generationTriumphantly.Won't you help to singThese songs of freedom?'Cause all I ever have:Redemption songs;Redemption songs.Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;None but ourselves can free our minds.Have no fear for atomic energy,

'Cause none of them can stop the time.How long shall they kill our prophets,While we stand aside and look? Ooh!Some say it's just a part of it:We've got to fulfil de book.Won't you help to singThese songs of freedom?'Cause all I ever have:Redemption songs;Redemption songs;Redemption songs.Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery

None but ourselves can free our mind.Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.How long shall they kill our prophets,While we stand aside and look?Yes, some say it's just a part of it:We've got to fulfil de book.Won't you help to singThese songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever had:Redemption songsAll I ever had:Redemption songs:These songs of freedom,Songs of freedom.

Do They Know It’s Christmas? By BandAid

It's ChristmastimeThere's no need to be afraidAt Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shadeAnd in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joyThrow your arms around the world at ChristmastimeBut say a prayerPray for the other onesAt Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having funThere's a world outside your window

And it's a world of dread and fearWhere the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tearsAnd the bells that Christmas ring there are the clanging chimes of doomWell tonight thank God it's them instead of youAnd there won't be snow in Africa this ChristmastimeThe greatest gift they'll get this year is life(Oooh) Where nothing ever growsNo rain nor rivers flowDo they know it's Christmastime at all?

(Here's to you) raise a glass for everyone(Here's to them) underneath that burning sunDo they know it's Christmastime at all?Feed the worldFeed the worldFeed the world Let them know it's Christmastime againFeed the worldLet them know it's Christmastime again

Cat’s in the Cradle by Harry Chapin

My child arrived just the other dayCame to the world in the usual wayBut there were planes to catch and bills to payHe learned to walk while I was awayHe was talkin' 'fore I knew itAnd as he grew he said,'I'm gonna be like you, Dad,You know I'm gonna be like you‘

ChorusAnd the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,Little boy blue and the man on the moon.'When you comin' home?'Son, I don't know when. We'll get together then.You know we'll have a good time then.'

Well, my son turned ten just the other day.He said, 'Thanks for the ball, Dad. Come on, let's play.Could you teach me to throw?'I said, 'Not today. I got a lot to do.'He said, 'That's okay.' And he walked away and he smiled and he said,'You know, I'm gonna be like him, yeah.You know I'm gonna be like him.'ChorusWell, he came from college just the other day,So much like a man I just had to say,'I'm proud of you. Could you sit for a while?'He shook his head and he said with a smile,'What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys.See you later. Can I have them please?'Chorus

I've long since retired, my son's moved away.I called him up just the other day.'I'd like to see you, if you don't mind.'He said, 'I'd love to, Dad, if I could find the time.You see my new job's a hassle and the kids have the flu,But it's sure nice talkin' to you, Dad.It's been sure nice talkin' to you.'And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me,He'd grown up just like me.My boy was just like me.Chorus

Dear Mr. President by Pink

Dear Mr. PresidentCome take a walk with meLet's pretend we're just two people andYou're not better than meI'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestlyWhat do you feel when you see all the homeless on the streetWho do you pray for at night before you go to sleepWhat do you feel when you look in the mirrorAre you proudHow do you sleep while the rest of us cryHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbyeHow do you walk with your head held highCan you even look me in the eyeAnd tell me whyDear Mr. PresidentWere you a lonely boy

Are you a lonely boyAre you a lonely boyHow can you sayNo child is left behindWe're not dumb and we're not blindThey're all sitting in your cellsWhile you pave the road to hellWhat kind of father would take his own daughter's rights awayAnd what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gayI can only imagine what the first lady has to sayYou've come a long way from whiskey and cocaineHow do you sleep while the rest of us cryHow do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbyeHow do you walk with your head held high

Can you even look me in the eyeLet me tell you bout hard workMinimum wage with a baby on the wayLet me tell you bout hard workRebuilding your house after the bombs took them awayLet me tell you bout hard workBuilding a bed out of a cardboard boxLet me tell you bout hard workHard workHard workYou don't know nothing bout hard workHard workHard workOhHow do you sleep at nightHow do you walk with your head held highDear Mr. PresidentYou'd never take a walk with meWould you

My Generation by The Who

People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)Just because we get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)This is my generationThis is my generation, babyWhy don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)And don't try to dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)

I'm not trying to cause a big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)This is my generationThis is my generation, babyWhy don't you all f-fade away (Talkin' 'bout my generation)And don't try to d-dig what we all s-s-say (Talkin' 'bout my generation)I'm not trying to cause a b-big s-s-sensation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)I'm just talkin' 'bout my g-g-generation (Talkin' 'bout my generation)This is my generation

This is my generation, babyPeople try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)Yeah, I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)This is my generationThis is my generation, baby

Imagine by John Lennon

Imagine there's no heavenIt's easy if you tryNo hell below usAbove us only skyImagine all the peopleLiving for today...Imagine there's no countriesIt isn't hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion too

Imagine all the peopleLiving life in peace...You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope some day you'll join usAnd the world will be as one

Imagine no possessionsI wonder if you canNo need for greed or hungerA brotherhood of manImagine all the peopleSharing all the world...You may say I'm a dreamerBut I'm not the only oneI hope someday you'll join usAnd the world will live as one