Bedtime for Democracy

Peter Tosh, "Legalize It" ("...and I'll advertise it!")

Television Personalities "A Sense Of Belonging"

Once there was confidence but now there is fear
Once there was laughter but now only tears
Once there were reasons for our optimism
But now we're all drowning in a sea of cynicism

But I hope and I pray in my own naive way
That one day we can reach some sort of understanding
Try a little more sharing
Yry a little more giving
Might find a sense of belonging
Might find a sense of belonging

And I know you think I'm young and naive
Because I go on CND marches, well that's my decision
I think that you're the one who's naive
If you believe all the things you see on television
It's all propaganda and like a fool you accept it
And like a fool you ignore it
Why don't you try and stop it
To try and find a sense of belonging

I know you watch "World In Action" and "Panorama"
And to you it's just another soap opera drama, it can't happen here
Have a nice cup of tea and we'll all stay calm
And we'll come to no harm in our nice warm underground shelters
There'll be helter skelter
There'll be babies dying, you'll hear their mothers crying
I've seen the devil smiling, I've seen the devil smiling
Try to find a sense of belonging
A sense of belonging

And you laugh and make jokes about what you will do
When the button is pressed and we hear the four minute warning
And if you think it's funny now wait 'till the bomb goes off
You'll all be in fucking hysterics
You'll see babies dying, you'll hear mothers crying
I'm only asking for one thing
Just want a sense of belonging

No more weapons and no more wars
No more violence
What's it all for anyway?

McCarthy - Get A Knife Between Your Teeth

You thought they would see your point of view
If you put it to them nicely
You stated your case and you bowed to them on the way out

But nothing was ever done
Cause you've got no knife between your teeth

They never see your point of view
You get nothing unless you grab it
If you smile politely all your life no one will ever thank you for it

But nothing was ever done
Cause you've got no knife between your teeth

But nothing was ever done
Cause you've got no knife between your teeth

Raise your voice and raise your fist
Troublemakers your time is coming
You have the planet at your feet
You can kick the whole world forward

When you want to get something done
You must get a knife between your teeth

When you want to get something done
You must get a knife between your teeth

Your Flag Decal Won't Get You Into Heaven Anymore
© John Prine

While digesting Reader's Digest
In the back of a dirty book store,
A plastic flag, with gum on the back,
Fell out on the floor.
Well, I picked it up and I ran outside
Slapped it on my window shield,
And if I could see old Betsy Ross
I'd tell her how good I feel.

Chorus:
But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
They're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.

Well, I went to the bank this morning
And the cashier he said to me,
"If you join the Christmas club
We'll give you ten of them flags for free."
Well, I didn't mess around a bit
I took him up on what he said.
And I stuck them stickers all over my car
And one on my wife's forehead.

Repeat Chorus:

Well, I got my window shield so filled
With flags I couldn't see.
So, I ran the car upside a curb
And right into a tree.
By the time they got a doctor down
I was already dead.
And I'll never understand why the man
Standing in the Pearly Gates said...

"But your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more.
We're already overcrowded
From your dirty little war.
Now Jesus don't like killin'
No matter what the reason's for,
And your flag decal won't get you
Into Heaven any more."

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died

Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows

More Lenny:

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

When they said REPENT REPENT ...

'Give My taxes Back' DRI
' When the Oil Runs Out' NEWTOWN NEOROTICS
'Reagan Youth' REAGAN YOUTH

morbid and scary, but:

Kate Bush - The Sun is Burning

The Proclaimers - What Do You Do?

Yes I know you're right
I see it in your fierce eyes
But me I've never thought straight
Since the day I had the first doubt

Yes I know you're right
And I'll back you to a point pal
But I'll never be constrained
By another man's ideas now

I spent too long on this road
Looking for the answers
But poverty and failure

Aren't what I'm after
I painted 'Fight' on factories
But they closed the factory down pal
I want to find out where the heart's gone

Gonna find out where the nerves gone
What do you do
When democracy fails you?
What do you do?

When the rest can't see it's true?
Pat votes the Scots way
Just like her mother
But South always takes all

Just like her brother
The next time she might vote
So might the others
But times running out pal

Cause they're giving up in numbers
What do you do
When democracy's all through?

What do you do
When minority means you?