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Another Brick In The Wall, by Pink Floyd in 1979.
Classic Rock genre, one of the most famous music from them. The song decounce the rude rules from school in general, especially from boarding school with the sentence "We don't need no education".
The music reflects Roger Water's vision of conventional education. He disliked his college professors because they were more interested by teaching discipline than teaching knowledge to students.

Lyrics:
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! 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 education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave those kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave those 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!"
"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bike sheds, stand still laddy!"

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Redemption Song was released by Bob Marley in 1980. It was the last song on the last album he released before his death in 1981. It is related to oppression and deliverance of African slaves, who were brought from Africa to Jamaica. The general theme of this song is the beauty of the redemption of people after oppression.

Redemption Song sums up Bob Marley’s life and what he stood for in his songs: freedom and redemption. Marley was a very spiritual singer who gave hope to the persecuted in his native Jamaica, and whose message spread to the United States and around the world when he became a star.

Lyrics :

Old pirates yes they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I from the bottom-less pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the almighty
We forward in this generation triumphantly
Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had redemption songs, redemption songs

Emancipate yourself from the mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause none a them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book
Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had redemption songs, redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from the mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause none a them can stop 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 fulfill t
he book
Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had redemption songs
All I ever had, redemption songs
These songs of freedom, songs of freedom

Marine Perrout & Anton Gasparov

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Kendrick Lamar is an afro-american rapper.

The song " F*ck your ethnicity" was relesead on his album Section 8.0.

We chose this song because all of his album is dealing with every kind of issues someone can face in America trough two different characters. This song is especially about racial issues. Kendrick lamar says that he wants everybody to disregard the skin color and the ethnicity of people. This song is apart of the movement Black Lives Matter which is an international activist movement, originating in the African American community, that campaigns against violence and systemic racism toward black people. The movement gained prominence after the many killings of African American men and teenagers by police officers in several US states.

In his song, Kendrick Lamar is intentionally  using the language of the oppressors to be more provocative.
We think he is one the best rapper of our times !

Gather around. I'm glad everybody came out tonight. As we stand on our neighborhood corner, know that this fire that's burning represents the passion you have. Listen, Keisha, Tammy, come up front. I recognize all of you. Every creed and color. With that being said... fuck your ethnicity. You understand that? We gon' talk about a lot of shit that concerns you. All of you

[Intro]
Now everybody, throw your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck, throw your hands up high

[Hook]
Now I don't give a fuck if you
Black, White, Asian, Hispanic, goddammit
That don't mean shit to me
Fuck your ethnicity, nigga

[Verse 1]
Fire burning inside my eyes, this the music that saved my life
Y'all be calling it hip-hop, I be calling it hypnotize
Yeah, hypnotize, trapped my body but freed my mind
What the fuck is you fighting for? Ain't nobody gon' win that war
My details be retail, man, I got so much in store
Racism is still alive, yellow tape and colored lines
Fuck that, nigga look at that line, it's so diverse
They getting off work and they wanna see Kendrick
Everybody can't drive Benz's, and I been there, so I make it my business
To give 'em my full attention, ten-hut! Man, I gotta get my wind up
Man, I gotta get down with God cause I got my sins up
Matter of fact, don't mistake me for no fucking rapper
They sit backstage and hide behind the fucking cameras
I mosh pit, had a microphone and I tossed it
Had a brain, then I lost it, I'm out of my mind
So don't you mind how much the cost is, penny for my thoughts
Everybody, please hold up your wallets
Yeah man, I'm the mailman, can't you tell, man?
Going postal, never freeze up, when I approach you
That's starstruck and roast you, oh my
HiiiPower

(Reporting live from Planet Terminator X, I am Martin Luther King with an AK-47)

[Hook]
Now I don't give a fuck if you
Black, White, Asian, Hispanic, goddammit
That don't mean shit to me
Fuck your ethnicity, nigga

[Verse 2]
I'm tired of y'all, cause everybody lied to y'all
And you believe it? Recognize them false achievements
It's treason and I'm Tylenol, I knock out when you knock it off
Knock on the doors of opportunity, I'm too involved
I'm no activist, I'm no Einstein before calculus
I was kicking that math, dropping that science
Like an alchemist, and I be kicking that ass, lyrically I'm UFC
If a UFO had came for me, I'mma come back with the head of an alien
Don't alienate, my dreams, get it right
Get a life, I got two, that's a metaphor for the big shit I do
Boy, TMI, TSA, man I'm fly, put wings on my back
That a plane or angel? Both like a pilot with a halo, whoa... gross

[Bridge]
I mean, I've seen so many things come through them, him, her, you
I'm just a messenger, yeah, I know life's a bitch, get the best of her
Put them 3's up, they notice that we up, HiiiPower
And the power in the people and if they don't believe us, they'll die

Wizard

[Hook]
Now I don't give a fuck if you
Black, White, Asian, Hispanic, goddammit
That don't mean shit to me
Fuck your ethnicity, nigga

Claire & Alexia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWvWDu6IAyY

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Get up, stand up is a song of reggae written by Bob Marley and Peter Tosh in 1973.
It's a protest song against the racism and oppression exercised on black people in America or Africa, Bob Marley encourages « to fight for rights ».The words of this song also report certain aspects of colonization, at the time when the Catholic Church tries to convert certain Africain countries to Christianity by sending priests there.

Lyrics:
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Preacherman, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights. Come on!

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights. Jah!

Get up, stand up! (Jah, Jah!)
Stand up for your rights! (Oh-hoo!)
Get up, stand up! (Get up, stand up!)
Don't give up the fight! (Life is your right!)
Get up, stand up! (So we can't give up the fight!)
Stand up for your rights! (Lord, Lord!)
Get up, stand up! (Keep on struggling on!)
Don't give up the fight! (Yeah!)

We sick an' tired of-a your ism-skism game
Dyin' 'n' goin' to heaven in-a Jesus' name, Lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light (What you gonna do?),
We gonna stand up for our rights! (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

So you better:
Get up, stand up! (In the morning! Git it up!)
Stand up for your rights! (Stand up for our rights!)
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight! (Don't give it up, don't give it up!)
Get up, stand up! (Get up, stand up!)
Stand up for your rights! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! (...)
Don't give up the fight! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! (...)
Stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up!
Don't give up the fight!

Théo

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Bob Dylan createD this song in 1963 that is to say during the Vietnam war.
It is a protest song which denounces the politicians and the military industry. They are people who wage war but they are also the people who hide " behind masks, desks ... ": it means that they are not brave enough to fight themselves. We also notice that the value of the money seems have a more important place than the peace in the world, whICH is distressing.

Lyrics:
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 sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

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

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

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

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Pierre Etienne

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"Imagine" has been written in 1971  by John Lennon himself, who was inspired by some peace poems and particulary the line: "Imagine the clouds dripping, dig a hole in your garden to put them in." of his wife Yoko Ono that are in her book: "Grapefruit".The song was produced by John Lennon, Yoko Ono and Phil Spector. We can say that it's a protest song because it denounces war and violences everywhere in the world. This song calls people to peace and stop fighting. "Imagine" talks about an imaginary world with no war and where everyone could be who they want, without judgments. Finally, this song is famous in the world, everybody know it, it's a hymn for peace from John Lennon who is talking to everybody, everywhere.

Lyrics:
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today... Aha-ah...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace... You...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world... You...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one

(Dumay Lucile and Cordeiro Gomes Andreia)

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Born in the U.S.A. is a song written, composed and performed by Bruce Springsteen. This song is fiercely anti-war.

The Viet Nam War is the conflict that opposed, from 1954 to 1975, the North Vietnam supported by China and USSR to the South Vietnam, which was supported by the US Army. North Vietnam emerged victorious from this conflict.

The song talks about the return of a veteran to the United States and his rejection by his compatriots. In this Song Bruce Springsteen pays tribute to his friends who where at the front during the Vietnam War because some of them didn't come back. Springsteen had been dismissed from the army due to an injury to a leg. He therefore protests against the difficulties of the Vietnam veterans but also against  burrs made by the American army.

Born in the U.S.A. was used by the Republican party for electoral purposes without the consent of the author, especially in the last presidential campaign. His creator was outraged.

lyrics:
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said "son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.

(J.Beaudoire)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPhWR4d3FJQ

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Borders is a song written by M.I.A in 2015 during  the European Migrant Crisis. For M.I.A this song is a sharp rebuke for policies that turn away refugees and it's also a way to express the differents struggles that are facing refugees when they are looking for a refuge. She is a person that understand the situation because she has been one of them when her family was in the obligation to escape the Sri Lanka civil war.
I think this song is a protest song because it's talking about the implication of every states that are turning back refugees and  it's talking about the fact that western countries export everything from art to democratic ideals as it turns it's back on people who seek assistance.

Freedom, 'I'dom, 'Me'dom
Where's your 'We'dom?
This world needs a brand new 'Re'dom
We'dom - the key
We'dom the key'dom to life!
Let's be 'dem
We'dom smart phones
Don't be dumb!

Borders (What's up with that?)
Politics (What's up with that?)
Police shots (What's up with that?)
Identities (What's up with that?)
Your privilege (What's up with that?)
Broke people (What's up with that?)
Boat people (What's up with that?)
The realness (What's up with that?)
The new world (What's up with that?)
Am gonna keep up on all that

Guns blow doors to the system
Yeah fuck 'em when we say we're not with them
We're solid and we don't need to kick them
This is North, South, East and Western
[x2]

Queen (What's up with that?)
Killing it (What's up with that?)
Slaying it (What's up with that?)
Your goals (What's up with that?)
Being bae (What's up with that?)
Making money (What's up with that?)
Breaking internet (What's up with that?)
Love wins (What's up with that?)
Living it (What's up with that?)
Being real (What's up with that?)

Guns blow doors to the system
Yeah fuck 'em when we say we're not with them
We're solid and we don't need to kick them
This is North, South, East and Western
[x2]

We representing peeps, they don't play us on the FM
We talkin' in our sleep, they still listen on a system
We sittin' on a stoop
Where we get a scoop
This is how we keep it cool
This is how we do
[x2]

Egos (What's up with that?)
Your values (What's up with that?)
Your beliefs (What's up with that?)
Your families (What's up with that?)
Histories (What's up with that?)
Your future (What's up with that?)
My boys (What's up with that?)
My girls (What's up with that?)
Freedom (What's up with that?)
Your power (What's up with that?)

Guns blow doors to the system
Yeah fuck 'em when we say we're not with them
We're solid and we don't need to kick them
This is North, South, East and Western
[x2]

We representing peeps, they don't play us on the FM
We talkin' in our sleep, they still listen on a system
We sittin' on a stoop
Where we get a scoop
This is how we keep it cool
This is how we do
[x2]

Gonna keep up on all that
Gonna be doing it like that

Rozen.

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Kendrick Lamar is an afro-american rapper.

The song " F*ck your ethnicity" is relesead on his album Section 8.0.

I choose this song because all of his album  is dealing with every kind of issues someone can face in America trough two characters and this song is specially about racial issues. Kendrick lamar says that he wants to everybody pass out the skin color and the ethnicity.

He is intentionnally  using the language of the oppressors to be more provocative.
I think this one the best rapper of our times!

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I feel like i'm fixin' to die rag - Country Joe and the Fish

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I feel like i'm fixin' to die rag - Country Joe and the Fish

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We choose to talk about this song by Contry Joe and the Fish. They are against the War in the Viêt Nam that takes place in 1955 to 1975. This band is from hippie's movement.
This protest song talks about the implication of the United States in the Viêt Nam War in a ironic way.
This music speaks as well about the war as about the American economy or still about the peace.
And "I feel like i'm fixin' to die rag" is very famous in all the world.

Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Now you can go out and get those reds
'Cause 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.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on Wall Street, don't be slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of its trade,
But just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
To send your sons off before it's too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.

And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

Marie-Cloé Dugain et Julia Degbegni.

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I chose to talk about “With God on our side”, by Bob Dylan.

This song has a very powerful meaning : Bob Dylan denounces the corruption of war, its uselessness… He points the fact that people use God’s name to justify their actions and responsibility, that in that way we can see the world in a manichaean way. He demonstrates that soldiers and leaders who switch on war think they shouldn’t worry about why and who they kill, or the fact that they kill most generally ; because since God’s on their side, then they are killing and propagating misery all over the planet for a good cause. Bob Dylan shows how ridiculous this thought is.

I also think that he criticizes his own nation, and its constitution (mainly based on religion) and its gouvernmental choices (he even added ax extra-stanza later on, speaking of the Vietnam War). Indeed Bob Dylan was one of the activists and artists leading the Hippie Movement, a movement seeking for peace.

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.

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

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.

Capucine

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The Earth Song is a song written by the King of the Pop, Michael Jackson on the November 27th 1995. Earth Song tackles themes of environment, war, pollution, deforestation and cruelty to animals. MJ tries to convience people to listen the voice of the planet. It's a protest song because MJ thinks people are not really concern about environnemental problems or war ... So MJ denounce lot's of problems or bad things for our environnement. He knows he has a worldwide reputation and people all arround the world will listen this song. He use it like propaganda.
For this song, the earth song, he won 4 platinium disc in UK, deutsch in austri and 2 gold disc in France and Norway.

This is, the earth song :

What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain...
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shed before
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores?

What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son...
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores

I used to dream
I used to glance beyond the stars
Now I don't know where we are
Although I know we've drifted far

Hey, what about yesterday
(What about us)
What about the seas
(What about us)
The heavens are falling down
(What about us)
I can't even breathe
(What about us)
What about apathy
(What about us)
I need you
(What about us)
What about nature's worth
(Ooo, ooo)
It's our planet's womb
(What about us)
What about animals
(What about it)
We've turned kingdoms to dust
(What about us)
What about elephants
(What about us)
Have we lost their trust
(What about us)
What about crying whales
(What about us)
We're ravaging the seas
(What about us)
What about forest trails
(Ooo, ooo)
Burnt despite our pleas
(What about us)
What about the holy land
(What about it)
Torn apart by creed
(What about us)
What about the common man
(What about us)
Can't we set him free
(What about us)
What about children dying
(What about us)
Can't you hear them cry
(What about us)
Where did we go wrong
(Ooo, ooo)
Someone tell me why
(What about us)
What about babies
(What about it)
What about the days
(What about us)
What about all their joy
(What about us)
What about the man
(What about us)
What about the crying man
(What about us)
What about Abraham
(What about us)
What about death again
(Ooo, ooo)
Do we give a damn

Thomas Poulmaire.

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The F*** Donald Trump song has been produced by Jonathan Whitfield, he is a producer and a musician who lives in Clinton city, Mississippi, in the United States.

As the title implies, this song is a diss towardsDonald Trump who, at the time of this song’s release, was a candidate for the 2016 United States Presidential Election. He subsequently won the Republican party’s nomination and sucessfully won the general election on November 9, 2016 in a stunning upset against former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. Due to his racist and often violent rhetoric, Trump has been heavily criticized by both the political class and constituents alike. That's why this song has been written. The song has know almost 14 millions views on Youtube and main comments are positive. The tunes are not that interesting but the stanzas are.

FDT (Fuck Donald Trump) :

F*** Donald Trump
F*** Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, f*** Donald Trump, yeah

I like white folks, but I don't like you
All the niggas in the hood wanna fight you
Surprised El Chapo ain't tried to snipe you
Surprised the Nation of Islam ain't tried to find you
Have a rally out in L.A., we gon' fuck it up
Home of the Rodney King riot, we don't give a fuck
Black students, ejected from your rally, what?
I'm ready to go right now, your racist ass did too much
I'm 'bout to turn Black Panther
Don't let Donald Trump win, that nigga cancer
He too rich, he ain't got the answers
He can't make decisions for this country, he gon' crash us
No, we can't be a slave for him
He got me appreciatin' Obama way more
Hey Donald, and everyone that follows
You gave us your reason to be President, but we hate yours

F*** Donald Trump
F*** Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*** Donald Trump
(I don't like your ass, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, f*** Donald Trump
(I really don't like you, nigga!)
Yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*** Donald Trump
(This for my grandma!)
Yeah, yeah, f*** Donald Trump, yeah

Nigga am I trippin'? Let me know
I thought all that Donald Trump bullshit was a joke
Know what they say when rich niggas go broke....
Look, Reagan sold coke, Obama sold hope
Donald Trump spent his trust fund money on the vote
I'm from a place where you prolly can't go
Speakin' for some people that you prolly ain't know
It's pressure built up and it's prolly gon' blow
And if we say go then they're prolly gon' go
You vote Trump then you're prolly on dope
And if you like me then you prolly ain't know
And if you been to jail you can prolly still vote
We let this nigga win, we gon' prolly feel broke
You built walls? We gon' prolly dig holes
And if your ass do win, you gon' prolly get smoked, nigga
F*** you!

F*** Donald Trump
F*** Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, f*** Donald Trump, yeah

We the youth. We the people of this country. We got a voice too. We will be seen, and we will be heard

Hold up, I fuck with Mexicans, got a plug with Mexicans
When the low low need a switch, who I call? A Mexican
This Comedy Central ass nigga couldn't be the President
Hold up, Nip, tell the world how you f*** with Mexicans
It wouldn't be the USA without Mexicans
And if it's time to team up, shit, let's begin
Black love, brown pride in the sets again
White people feel the same as my next of kin
If we let this nigga win, God bless the kids
God bless the kids, this nigga wicked and wigged
When me and Nip link, that's Bloods and Crips
Where your L.A. rally? We gon' crash your shit

F*** Donald Trump
F*** Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*** Donald Trump
I don't like your ass, nigga
Yeah, yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, f*** Donald Trump
I really don't like you, nigga!
Yeah, f*** Donald Trump
Yeah, nigga, f*** Donald Trump
This for my grandma!
Yeah, yeah, f*** Donald Trump, yeah

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In The Ghetto, originally titled "The Vicious Circle", is a song written by Mac Davis and made famous by Elvis Presley who denounces the conditions of the disadvantaged districts which cause gone up the violence and the hatred. The poverty of families living there « 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed », the indiférence to their situation « Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way? » and the consequences on youths « And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight ».

The song was recorded in 2007 by Lisa Marie Presleyas a duet with her father to raise money for the Presley Foundation.

"In The Ghetto"

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun,
Steals a car,
Tries to run,
But he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

And as her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries

Quentin

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Only a pawn in their game is a song written by Bob Dylan. This song was released in 1963. It refers to the murder of Medgar Evers, a black man and a civil right activist from Missisipi who worked to overturn segregation at the university of Missisipi. The song is similar with another song entitled “Lonesome Death” in the sense that the singer says that the killer is guilty but the blame is also everywhere.
He used the murder to show the roots of evil. In the south the «  the divide and rule » has maintained white people and black people divided with black people being oppressed in every way possible. The song does not exonerate violence but it does echo Jesus’s cry from the cross « They know what they do »
The southern elites, adeptes of segregation, understand that they need the poor white inhabitants of the South to join their cause, even though they were as poor as black inhabitants. One of the ways the southern elitists made this happen consisted of designating black people as criminals.The poor white people living there felt humiliated and turned on their black neighbors.

Lyrics:
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood.
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game.

A South politician preaches to the poor white man,
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain.
You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain.
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.

Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
But when the shadowy sun set on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.
Arthur

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Fortunate Son is a song writen by Creedance Cleawater Revival. The song criticizes war but not only that. In 1968, the grandson of ex-president married the daughter of then president Richard Nixon. During that period the Vietnam war was happening and 80% of people favored it. Seeing a picture of the wedding, John Fogerty, the writer of the song, thought to himself that none of these people were ever going to be close to war in any way.

In the song John Fogerty criticizes the fact that the people who declare war are usually the ones who don’t fight in them. He also criticizes the children born into powerful families for not having to fight in war. A good example to illustrate this is when he sings “I’m no senator’s son”, “I’m no millionaire’s son”.

The song never explicitly talks about the Vietnam war but being that that was the main war happening at the time, it is considered to be about that.

The song is one of the most famous anti-war songs ever written.

Lyrics:

Some folks are born made 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

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

Yeah, yeah 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! y'all

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

Leonard

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Released at the height of the Iraq War, the Californian punks' 2004 album American Idiot follows the story of Jesus Of Suburbia, a young man who heads to the city in search of meaning.
The song critizes Iraq War (2003-2011) because the war dragged the youth of America, into a war they didn't ask for. He says "the ones who died without a name".
The song is definetely anti-war and against the politic of George.W. Bush (who was reelected in 2004).
I think it's a protest song because it's obviously fighting against an idea and it's promoting a change in our society.

Say, hey!

Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name

Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side

Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday

(Hey!)
(Say, hey!)

"The representative from California has the floor"

Zieg Heil to the president Gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause (hey, hey, hey), just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

This is our lives on holiday

Félix NASTAR

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In 1967, a lot of events were happening : the Civil Rights movement, the war in Vietnam, the Equal Rights Amendment, and the Black Panthers movement.
Franklin's message is conveyed as a demand for increased respect towards women during this time, many of whom were playing roles as civil rights activists without adequate recognition, it is why this song is a protest song.

(oo) What you want
(oo) Baby, I got
(oo) What you need
(oo) Do you know I got it?
(oo) All I'm askin'
(oo) Is for a little respect (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)

I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone
Ain't gonna do you wrong (oo) 'cause I don't wanna (oo)
All I'm askin' (oo)
Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

I'm about to give you all of my money
And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my propers
When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)
When you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

[instrumental break]

Ooo, your kisses (oo)
Sweeter than honey (oo)
And guess what? (oo)
So is my money (oo)
All I want you to do (oo) for me
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re)
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now (just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB

Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me,
sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
I get tired (just a little bit)
Keep on tryin' (just a little bit)
You're runnin' out of foolin' (just a little bit)
And I ain't lyin' (just a little bit)
(re, re, re, re) 'spect
When you come home (re, re, re ,re)
Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit)
And find out I'm gone (just a little bit)
I got to have (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)

Gaëlle N

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"I Want It All" is a protest song about gay rights and it is a rallying anthem for African-American youth. It also became an anti-apartheid song in South-Africa. The themes in this song are rebellion and social upheaval. However, the band said the song was about ambitions and fighting for one's own goals.

Adventure seeker on an empty street,
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain and anger can't see a way out,
It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say,
Gotta find me a future move out of my way,
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,

Listen all you people, come gather round
I gotta get me a game plan, gotta shake you to the ground
Just give me what I know is mine,
People do you hear me, just give me the sign,
It ain't much I'm asking, if you want the truth
Here's to the future for the dreams of youth,
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,

I'm a man with a one track mind,
So much to do in one life time (people do you hear me)
Not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living lies
So I'm living it all, yes I'm living it all,
And I'm giving it all, and I'm giving it all,
It ain't much I'm asking, if you want the truth,
Here's to the future, hear the cry of youth,
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now,
[etc.]

Lena

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"Masters of war" was written in 1963. Bob Dylan denounces the people who are responsIble for the war, especially Vietnam one. He criticizes arm makers and traders but also political leaders who are the cause of the war.
He protests against these people he can't forgive because they brought sorrow and they didn't defend their people. They prefer money to peace.

Come you masters of war
You that build all the 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Clarice

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"Changes" is a protest song about poverty, racism and Police violence. He crticiZES all these problems because he FACED them during his life but also because he wants to denounce these problems in the entire world. He wrote the first stanza and recorded it in 1992 and the second stanza is in fact the stanza of another song of 2pac : "Wonder if heaven got a ghetto" but he died assassinated in 1996 and the song was RELEASED in 1998.

"Changes"

Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black

My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares

One less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said

2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes

Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

But things changed, and that's the way it is

Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah

Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid, "
Well hey, well that's the way it is

Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah

We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
What we gotta do, to survive.

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
So the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
Crack you up and pimp slap you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Comin' back after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

Constance

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"Mosh" is a protest song by Eminem released as a digital single available just before the 2004 presidential election.
In this political protest song, Eminem states clearly that he passionately disagrees with the Bush administration’s agenda to continue the occupation of Iraq and the War On Terror in the Middle East.
It was the first time Eminem raps about the political field. Despite his song, Bush will still be reelected

"Mosh"

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible with liberty and justice for all...
It feels so good to be back..

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass
If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task
And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft
Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back

[Chorus:]
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)

All the people up top on the side and the middle
Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon)

[Chorus]

Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's tryina tell us something,
Maybe this is God just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin'
How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six...
Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech
Let the president answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war
Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes its all lies
The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped
And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you know why,
Cause I told you to fight.

[Chorus]

And as we proceed,
To Mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator
Do you guy's hear us...hear us...[laughing] (Hailie)

Gaspard

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The title of the song refers to the slogan "This is London calling ..." used by the BBC during the Second World War, often on the airwaves of occupied countries. Strummer (who wrote the text) speaks here of all the unfortunate events in England in the late 1970s, such as the establishment of the government of Margaret Thatcher (the ice age). "London is drowning" refers to the frequent flooding of London by the Thames before the construction of a dike in the 1970s.

The song also has a typical message of the punk movement: address to young people. London Calling encourages young people to wake up from their torpor and participate actively in the life of their country ("Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls"). Strummer also denounces the police violence ("We are not got no swing /" Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing). "Truncheon" refers to one of the many names given to police truncheons.

In this song, Strummer expresses his feelings about world events including the Three Mile Island nuclear accident, which occurred the previous year in 1979. He says "We felt that we were struggling about to slip down a slope or something , Grasping with our fingernails. And there was no one there to help us.

Lyrcis :
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

[Chorus 1:]
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
London calling, and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

[Chorus 2: x2]
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this

London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
London calling

I never felt so much alike [fading] alike alike alike

Julien Dori

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Gossip-Standing in the Way of Control(2006) 

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Gossip-Standing in the Way of Control(2006) 

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Standing in the Way of Control(2006) was WRITTEN when the Bush administration’s Federal Marriage Amendment attempted to outlaw gay marriage. Remixes by Erol Alkan and Soulwax helped this track make a big impact.

It is a protest song  because it denounces conservatism and thanks to it there were demonstrations to fignt against this conservatism.

Your back's against the wall
There's no-one home to call
You're forgetting who you are
You can't stop crying
It's part not giving in
And part trusting your friends
You do it all again
And I'm not lying

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Standing in the way of control
You live your life
Survive the only way that you know

I'm doing this for you
Because it's easier to lose
And it's hard to face the truth
When you think you're dying
It's part not giving in
And part trusting your friends
You do it all again
But you don't stop trying

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Because Standing in the way of control
You live your life

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Standing in the way of control
We live our lives
Because we're standing in the way of control
We will live our lives
Because we're standing in the way of control
We live our lives
Because we're standing in the way of control
We will live our lives

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Your back's against the wall
There's no-one home to call
You're forgetting who you are
You can't stop crying
It's part not giving in
And part trusting your friends
You do it all again
You don't stop trying

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Standing in the way of control
Survive the only way that you know

Marion-Ashley

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China is a song which appears on the following album : speaking of Dreams in 1989. " China " is a song inspired by  the Tiananmen Square protests of 1989. Joan Baez dedicated this album to " the students who have changeD the face of  China forever ".

Political situation : the Tiananmen Square protests of 1989 witch led to hundred deaths of civilian protestors. There is a image that appears during this event. We can see a man stood in front of a tank. This demonstrator refuses to move out and thus refuse to let the tank move forward.

In the month of May, in the glory of the day
Came the descendants of a hundred flowers
And their fight it did begin with the aging Mandarin
And they fought with an extraordinary power
Everyone was smiling, their hearts were one
In Tiananmen Square

But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
Came just before the Fall
There was no summer at all
In Tiananmen Square
China... China

There's peace in the emerald fields, there's mist upon the lakes
But something is afoot in the People's Hall
The spirit of Chu Ping is alive in young Chai Ling
And the Emperor has his back against the wall
Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square
Over Tiananmen Square

But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
Came just before the Fall
There was no summer at all
In Tiananmen Square
China... China

In the month of June, in the darkness of the moon
Went the descendants of a hundred flowers
And time may never tell how many of them fell
Like the petals of a rose in some satanic shower
Everyone was weeping in all of China
And Tiananmen Square

But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
Came just before the Fall
There was no summer at all
In Tiananmen Square
China... China

And even the moon on the fourth day of June
Hid her face and did not see
Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square

And Wang Wei Lin, you remember him
All alone he stood before the tanks
A shadow of forgotten ancestors in Tiananmen Square

And my blue-eyed son, you had no one
You could call a hero of your age
You have the rainbow warriors of Tiananmen Square, singing
China Shall Be Free
China Shall Be Free
China Shall Be Free

SAMI

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Kid Rock described this song as being about, "how lucky each and every one of us are, no matter where you're from, to be born in a country that's free." He didn't write it solely for American audience, rather for people in the world . He wanted to convey r a message.
He played this song for American soldiers during his trips to Afghanistan and Iraq.
Mitt Romney used this song as his official campaign song in 2012 to be the Republican candidate for the presidency.

Lyrics:
Fast, on a rough road riding
High, through the mountains climbing
Twisting, turning further from my home.
Young, like a new moon rising
Fierce, through the rain and lightning
Wandering out into this great unknown.

And I don't want no one to cry, but tell em'
If I don't survive

I was born free
I was born free
I was born free
Born Free

Free, like a river raging
Strong, if the wind I'm facing.
Chasing dreams and racing father time.
Deep like the grandest canyon,
Wild like an untamed stallion.
If you can't see my heart you must be blind.

You can knock me down and watch me bleed
But you can't keep no chains on me.

I was born free
I was born free
I was born free
Born Free

And I'm not good at long goodbyes but look down
Deep into my eyes.

I was born free!

Hey yaya yayaya
Oh hoo

Calm facing danger
Lost, like an unknown stranger
Grateful for my time with no regrets.

Close to my destination
Tired, frail and aching
Waitin' patiently for the sun to set

And when its done believe that
I will yell it from that mountain high

I was born free
I was born free
I was born free
Born Free

And I will vow to the shining seas
And celebrate God's Grace on me.

I was born free
I was born free
I was born free
Born Free

Oh, oh oh oh wah hoo

Abinaya

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Death penalty is still legal in 32 states of United-states and on a federal level, although the trend is towards abolition. Then the most common method used is lethal injection. There currently over 3000 prisoners on death row awaiting executing in US. Since 1976, over one thousand prisoners have been executed, included 61 women and a lot of young people who live in ghetto. Texas, oklahoma are the states with the highest number of executions.

The song written by 2pac called 16 on death row, in 1997, critisizes the capital punishment. But I think the singer wanted to denounce the poor living conditions in American ghettos that oblige young people to fall in delinquency too.

Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets

Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where they find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family

My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger

The brother in my set, is 16 is wet It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell I shouldn't a let him catch me

Instead of livin' sad in jail I could a died free and happy And my cellmate's raped on the norm And passed around the dorm, you can hear his a**hole gettin' torn They made me an animal

Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, n****z countin' cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me

Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) 'Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row

Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets

Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath

I'm bitter cause I'm dyin', so much I haven't seen I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a s*** And they too quick to say goodbye to me

They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin'

On the poor, and how can these people judge me? They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan To keep a n**** in the state pen

And to my homies out buryin motherf***ers Steer clear of these Aryan 'Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin' shot

I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin for the chair

Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets

Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row

Sami-Joe

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Dear Mr. President by Pink (feat Indigo Girls) 

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Dear Mr. President by Pink (feat Indigo Girls) 

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Dear Mr. President is a song by Pink and the Indigo Girls created in the 2000s. Song in the form of a sung letter "Dear Mr. President" in which Pink speaks directly to the President of the United States (George W. Bush at the time ).

This song is a committed song about criticism of politics. She denounces the policy of the Bush administration and the social problems of her country: poverty, gay marriage, women's rights (abortion), war in Iraq, education of children. Pink proclaims the hypocrisy of politicians and the inability of these privileged men to understand the difficulties of their fellow citizens. (Anna P-J)

Lyrics:
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people
And you're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions
If we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see
All the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night
Before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say, no child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your Selves
When you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
What kind of father might hate his own daugther if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way, from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you about hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you about hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you about hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you about hard work
Hard work, hard work, you don't know nothing about hard work
Hard work, hard work

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'll never take a walk with me...

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On Sunday January 30th 1972, in Derry, The British army opened fire on a civil rights protest against the division of Ireland. This was a massacre and 13 people were killed. This day is remembered as "Bloody Sunday" and became a notorious incident.

This song is not really a rebel song as the singer Bono said but it denounces violence and it is a plea against the killing in Ireland at that time. (S.Guyot)