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I like Townes Van Zandt a lot.

Phil Ochs was great too.

More Phil Ochs

RIP this Michael Hurley guy

This is really more folk rock, but I'm putting it here as a placeholder 'cuz I don't wanna make a new thread just for this tune.

AKA "When Everyone Is Dying." Westernized melancholic folk song from Japan circa 1970.

>>1451
Another good one by Will Csorba called "A Conversation About Trees":
https://willcsorba.bandcamp.com/track/a-conversation-about-trees

Originally by Joe Hill.

Long-haired preachers come out every night,
Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right;
But when asked how 'bout something to eat
They will answer with voices so sweet:

(CHORUS:)
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die.

And the starvation army they play,
And they sing and they clap and they pray,
Till they get all your coin on the drum,
Then they tell you when you're on the bum:

(CHORUS)
Holy Rollers and Jumpers come out,
And they holler, they jump and they shout
"Give your money to Jesus," they say,
"He will cure all diseases today."

(CHORUS)

If you fight hard for children and wife,
Try to get something good in this life,
You're a sinner and bad man, they tell,
When you die you will sure go to hell.
This song was originally posted on protestsonglyrics.net
(CHORUS)
Workingmen of all countries, unite,
Side by side we for freedom will fight:
When the world and its wealth we have gained
To the grafters we'll sing this refrain:

(LAST CHORUS:)
You will eat, bye and bye,
When you've learned how to cook and to fry;
Chop some wood, 'twill do you good,
And you'll eat in the sweet bye and bye.

It's blowing in the wind again, it's drifting in the rain
Before the dead have moldered yet or wounded healed their pain
I am so old, my grandsons, that I remember when
I marched to hail the Armistice - I was barely 10

That was the war to end all wars to save democracy
Praise God, they said, we've won the peace
For all eternity
I marched for Spain when some years passed
And marched & marched & then
Another war to end all wars & So I marched again

I marched in Minneapolis, Chicago & Duluth
In San Francisco & New York, I marched to shout the truth
I marched in Hiroshima & knealt before a stash
Of tens of millions bones of people atomized to ash
And with the distant rumble of new regiments of men
I read the warning on the tomb: "This must not be again"

I marched to staunch Korea's blood, I marched for Vietnam
I marched to stop the napalm & I marched to stop the bomb
I marched & marched & marched, Oh Lord- I'm sure I've done my due
I marched since I was barely 10 & now I'm 72

I should be lying in the sun or dreaming in the grass
But how, when generals everywhere are polishing their brass
Entranced with dreams of four-star roles - so help me, lord, they're glad
It's said that whom the gods destroy, they first must render mad

Their burning eyes see no-man's land & armies poised for action
And you, my warm and loving ones, you're merely an abstraction

It's geopolitics again & oh, with what finesse
The players push their pawns about, these masterminds of chess
How cunningly they plot each move, how skillfully they spar
And checkmate one another like the masters that they are

How stimulating, how intense, a world to lose or gain
Except for one dismaying fact, the players are insane
Controlled, dispassionate they play this game that madness spawns
And I can't even look away- my children are the pawns

[Chorus]

3. Some people keep on fighting when they've lost an arm or leg
Some still keep up the struggle when they're fragile as an egg
I've heard men rasping, "I object!" with voices turned to gravel
I've seen a woman raise a fist who couldn't lift a gavel

And even with a broken heart, one still can make a stand
So lead, my children, lead the way- reach back & take my hand
We'll march again, confound them all- don't quibble at my age
I'll shield you with my brittle bones- I'll nourish you with rage

[Chorus]

Country / folk.