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1 Vietnam Anti-War Songs Pre-AP English 10 Mr. Daniels Name of Song: Artist or Artists Who Have Performed the Song (with Years): Discussed Analysis in the Group and Researched Analysis of the Song: Literary/Poetic Device Used (Alliteration, Metaphors, Similes, Allegory, Enjambment, Hyperbole, Personification, Onomatopoeia, Understatement) and Example Shown (find at least two and you must find two different devices): Background Information (Why was it written? Who was it written by? How was it received?): Lyrical References (Allusions) Mentioned in the Song to Vietnam War/History (at least one): Any Modern/Current Uses of the Song (Last Twenty Years):

2 Eve of Destruction The eastern world, it is exploding Violence flarin', bullets loadin' You're old enough to kill, but not for votin' You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin' And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin' But you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today? If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave [Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy] And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin' I'm sitting here just contemplatin' I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation. Handful of senators don't pass legislation And marches alone can't bring integration When human respect is disintegratin' This whole crazy world is just too frustratin' And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for 4 days in space But when you return, it's the same old place The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace And, tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend

3 You don't believe We're on the eve Of destruction Mm, no no, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction.

4 Give Peace a Chance Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism This-ism, that-ism, ism ism ism (C'mon) Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout Minister, Sinister, Banisters and Canisters, Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, and Pop Eyes, Bye bye, Bye byes (Let me tell you now) Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout Revolution, Evolution, Masturbation, Flagellation, Regulation, Integrations, mediations, United Nations, congratulations 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

5 The Unknown Soldier Wait until the war is over And we're both a little older The unknown soldier Breakfast where the news is read Television children fed Unborn living, living, dead Bullet strikes the helmet's head And it's all over For the unknown soldier It's all over For the unknown soldier Hut, hut, hut ho hee up Hut, hut, hut ho hee up Hut, hut, hut ho hee up Comp'nee, halt Present, arms Make a grave for the unknown soldier Nestled in your hollow shoulder The unknown soldier Breakfast where the news is read Television children fed Bullet strikes the helmet's head And, it's all over The war is over It's all over War is over Well, all over, baby All over, baby Oh, over, yeah All over, baby Ooh, ha, ha, all over All over, baby Oh, woah, yeah, all over All over, heh

6 Masters of War 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 Well like a 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 And then you sit back and watch When the death count gets higher And you hide in your mansion All 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 Oh for threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know? Oh to talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's a one thing I know Though I'm younger than you That even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Well let me ask you one question

7 Is your money that good? Oh 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 will come soon I'll follow your casket By the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand over your grave Till I'm sure that you're dead

8 Fortunate Son 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

9 I-Feel-Like-I m-fixin -To-Die-Rag Well, 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 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. 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. 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

10 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.

11 War (War, what is it good for?) Absolutely nothing (War, what is it good for?) Absolutely nothing (War, what is it good for?) Absolutely nothing War is something that I despise Because it means destruction of innocent lives War means tears in thousands of mothers' eyes When their sons go out to fight and lose their lives I said (War) good God y'all (What is it good for?) Absolutely nothing, say it again (War, what is it good for?) Absolutely nothing (War), It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker (War), Friend only to the undertaker War is the enemy of all mankind The thought of war blows my mind War has caused unrest, within the younger generation Induction then destruction. Who wants to die? (War) good God y'all (What is it good for?) Absolutely nothing, say it, say it, say it (War, what is it good for?) Absolutely nothing (War), It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker (War), Its only friend is the undertaker War has shattered many young men's dreams Made them disabled, bitter and mean Life is much too short and precious to be fighting wars these days War can't give life it can only take it away (War) good God y'all (What is it good for?) Absolutely nothing, say it (War, what is it good for?) Absolutely nothing Listen to me (War), It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker (War), Friend only to the undertaker Peace, love and understanding Tell me, is there no place for them today? They say we must fight to keep our freedom But Lord knows there's gotta be a better way (War) good God y'all (What is it good for?) You tell me, say it, say it, say it, say it

12 (War) good God y'all (What is it good for?) Stand up and shout it (Nothing)

13 Ohio 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 gunning 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 gunning 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.