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 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. “Ballad of the Green Beret” by SS Barry Salder 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.

5. “Okie from Muskogee” by Merle Haggard We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee; We don't take no trips on LSD We 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 ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all We 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.

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. “I Ain’t Marching Anymore” By Phil Ochs 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

9. “The Power and the Glory” by Phil Ochs Come and take a walk with me through this green and growing land Walk through the meadows and the mountains and the sand Walk through the valleys and the rivers and the plains Walk through the sun and walk through the rain Here is a land full of power and glory Beauty that words cannot recall Oh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom Her glory shall rest on us all From Colorado, Kansas, and the Carolinas too Virginia and Alaska, from the old to the new Texas and Ohio and the California shore Tell me, who could ask for more? Here is a land full of power and glory Beauty that words cannot recall Oh, her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom Her glory shall rest on us all Yet 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 land Only as tall as we stand Here is a land full of power and glory Beauty that words cannot recall Oh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom Her glory shall rest on us all Come and take a walk with me through this green and growing land Walk through the meadows and the mountains and the sand Walk through the valleys and the rivers and the plains Walk through the sun and walk through the rain Here is a land full of power and glory Beauty that words cannot recall Oh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom Her glory shall rest on us all Oh her power shall rest on the strength of her freedom Her glory shall rest on us all, on us all

10. “Is there anybody here” by Phil Ochs Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving on a raging storm Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes loyal to the end, whose duty is to die I wanna see him I wanna wish him luck I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name Put a medal on the man. Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap a flag around an early grave Is there anybody here who thinks they're standing taller on a battle wave Is there anybody here like to do his part soldier to the world and a hero to his heart I wanna see him I wanna wish him luck I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name Put a medal on the man Is there anybody here proud of the parade who'd like to give a cheer and show they're not afraid I'd like like to ask him what he's trying to defend Oh I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna win Is there anybody here who thinks that following the orders takes away the blame Is there anybody here who wouldn't mind a murder by another name Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line with the honor of the brave and the courage of the blind I wanna see him I wanna wish him luck I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name Put a medal on the man Is there anybody here so proud of the parade who'd like to give a cheer and show they're not afraid I'd like to ask him what he's trying to defend I'd like to ask him what he thinks he's gonna win Is there anybody here who thinks that following the orders takes away the blame Is there anybody here who wouldn't mind a murder by another name Is there anybody here whose pride is on the line with the honor of the brave and the courage of the blind I wanna see him I wanna wish him luck I wanna shake his hand, ganna call his name Put a medal on the man Medal on the man

11. “Draft Dodger Rag” by Phil Ochs Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin' 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, and my feet are flat, and my asthma's getting worse Yes, 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 DEE-fense plant I've got a dislocated disc and a wracked 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, 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'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I 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 aunt Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school And I'm working in a DEE-fense plant Ooh, I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies, Onething 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! Kill me a thousand or so And if you ever get a war without blood and gore I'll be the first to go Yes, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen And I always carry a purse I 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 aunt Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a-goin' to school And I'm working in a DEE-fense plant

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. “Blowin’ In the Wind” How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly Before they’re forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind How many years can a mountain exist Before it’s washed to the sea? Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist Before they’re allowed to be free? Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head Pretending he just doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind

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

15. “ With God on Our Side” by Bob Dylan Oh my name it is nothin' My age it means less The country I come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And the land that I live in Has God on its side. Oh the history books tell it They tell it so well The cavalries charged The Indians fell The cavalries charged The Indians died Oh the country was young With God on its side. The Spanish-American War had its day And the Civil War too Was soon laid away And the names of the heroes I's made to memorize With guns on their hands And God on their side. With God on my side. But now we got weapons Of the chemical dust If fire them we're forced to Then fire them we must One push of the button And a shot the world wide And you never ask questions When God's on your side. In a many dark hour I've been thinkin' about this That Jesus Christ Was betrayed by a kiss But I can't think for you You'll have to decide Whether Judas Iscariot Had God on his side. So now as I'm leavin' I'm weary as Hell The confusion I'm feelin' Ain't no tongue can tell The words fill my head And fall to the floor If God's on our side He'll stop the next war. The First World War, boys It came and it went The reason for fighting I never did get But I learned to accept it Accept it with pride For you don't count the dead When God's on your side. When the Second World War Came to an end We forgave the Germans And then we were friends Though they murdered six million In the ovens they fried The Germans now too Have God on their side. I've learned to hate Russians All through my whole life If another war comes It's them we must fight To hate them and fear them To run and to hide And 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” sung Joan Baez (Written by Patty Griffin) Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashes You're covered in rain You're covered in babies, you're covered in slashes You're covered in wilderness, you're covered in stains You cast aside the sheet, you cast aside the shroud Of another man, who served the world proud You greet another son, you lose another one On some sunny day and always stay, Mary Jesus says Mother I couldn't stay another day longer Flys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place Mary she moves behind me She leaves her fingerprints everywhere Everytime the snow drifts, everytime the sand shifts Even when the night lifts, she's always there Jesus said Mother I couldn't stay another day longer Flys right by me and leaves a kiss upon her face While the angels are singin' his praises in a blaze of glory Mary stays behind and starts cleaning up the place Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ruin you're covered in secrets Your'e covered in treetops, you're covered in birds who can sing a million songs without any words You cast aside the sheets, you cast aside the shroud of another man, who served the world proud You greet another son, you lose another one on some sunny day and always stay Mary, Mary, Mary

18. “Forever Young” sung by Joan Baez May God's blessing keep you always, May your wishes ALL come true, May you always do for others And let others do for you. May you build a ladder to the stars And 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 truth And 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 foundation When 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. Written by Bob Dylan

19. Pete Seeger He was born May 3, 1919 in ManhattanManhattan “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 Sung by Peter, Paul and Mary (Written by Pete Seeger) 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 everyone Oh, 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?

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” Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And 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 sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee. Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail Jackie 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 sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee. A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painted wings and giants' rings make way for other toys. One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more And 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 sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee, Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah Lee.

24. “Fortunate Son” sung by Creedence Clearwater Revival 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,

25. “Ohio” by Crosby, Stills, and Nash 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 it Soldiers are cutting us down Should have been done long ago. What if you knew her And found her dead on the ground How can you run when you know? Gotta get down to it Soldiers are cutting us down Should have been done long ago. What if you knew her And found her dead on the ground How 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.

26. “ I Should Be Proud” by Martha Reeves and Vandellas 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 time He's missin' in action somewhere on the Delta Line" And they say that I should be proud; he was fightin' for me They say that I should be proud, those too blind to see But he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to fight for me He was fightin' for the evils of society Now I prayed night & day that my Johnny wouldn't die Love, faith & hope was all that kept me alive Then 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 free They say that I should be proud, those too blind to see But he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to die for me He was fightin' for the evils of society They shipped him home with medals of honor & glory Even our local paper ran a front-page story But the whole time gave him praisin' & said how honored I should be But I don't want no superstar, just the good man they took from me And they tell me I should be proud; he was fightin' for me They say that I should be proud, those too blind to see But he wasn't fightin' for me, my Johnny didn't have to die for me He's a victim of the evils of society I should be proud of my Johnny They tell me that I should be proud; they just don't want Johnny for me They tell me that I should be proud of my Johnny...

27. “I Feel Like I’am Fixin’ to Die Rag” by Country Joe Mc Donald Come on all of you big strong men Uncle Sam needs your help again he's got himself in a terrible jam way down yonder in Viet Nam so put down your books and pick up a gun we're gonna have a whole lotta fun (CHORUS) And it's one, two, three, what are we fighting for don't ask me I don't give a damn, next stop is Viet Nam And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die Come on wall street don't be slow why man this war is a go-go there's plenty good money to be made by supplying the army with the tools of its trade let's hope and pray that if they drop the bomb, they drop it on the Viet Cong Come on generals, let's move fast your big chance has come at last now you can go out and get those reds cos the only good commie is the one that's dead and you know that peace can only be won when we've blown 'em all to kingdom come Come on mothers throughout the land pack your boys off to Viet Nam come on fathers don't hesitate send your sons off before it's too late and you can be the first ones on your block to have your boy come home in a box

28. “War” by Edwin Star (War) h'uh Yeah! (What is it good for?) Absolutely (nothin) uh-huh, uh-huh (War) h'uh Yeah! (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 me Ooh war, I despise 'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives War means tears, to thousands of mother's eyes When their sons go off to fight and lose their lives I said, war (h'uh) Good God, y'all! (What is it good for?) Absolutely (nothin') 'gin Say 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 undertaker Ooh, war Is an enemy to all mankind The thought of war blows my mind War has caused unrest Within the younger generation Induction, then destruction Who 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)

29. War by Edwin Star It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker (War) It's got one thing and that's the undertaker Ooh, war Has shattered many a-young man's dreams Made him disabled, bitter, and mean And life is much too short and precious To spend fighting wars each day War can't give life It 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 undertaker Woo! Peace, love and understanding tell me Is there no place for anything else? They say we must fight To keep our freedoms But Lord, knows there's got to be A better way Oooh (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'uh FADES- (What is it good for?) Stand up and shout it (Nothin'!) (War) It ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker Ooh, war.

30. “Give Peace A Chance” by John Lennon Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism This-ism, that-ism, ism ism ism All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance (C'mon) Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout Minister, Sinister, Banisters and Canisters, Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, and Pop Eyes, Bye bye, Bye byes All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance (Let me tell you now) Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout Revolution, Evolution, Masturbation, Flagellation, Regulation, Integrations, mediations, United Nations, congratulations All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper, Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna Hare Hare Krishna All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance (Repeat 'til the tape runs out)

31. “What’s Going On” by Marvin Gaye Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today - Ya Father, father We don't need to escalate You see, war is not the answer For only love can conquer hate You know we've got to find a way To bring some lovin' here today Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me, so you can see Oh, what's going on What's going on Ya, what's going on Ah, what's going on In the mean time Right on, baby Right on Right on Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong Oh, but who are they to judge us Simply because our hair is long Oh, you know we've got to find a way To bring some understanding here today Oh Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me So you can see What's going on Ya, what's going on Tell me what's going on I'll tell you what's going on - Uh Right on baby Right on baby