S&UP
sing it
Seems time to craft a protest song for the protest songs
Change riot to a protest
Makes you feel much better
Turn around the meaning
And never change a letter
Never seen a protest
That didn’t turn to riot
Call it what it isn’t
Don’t think that I will buy it
Candy coat the obvious
Or sprinkle fairy dust
I’m stayin’ with the music
Don’t care about the rust
Varied definitions
Writings on the wall
You can call your dog a chicken
He ain’t commin’ when you call
Woody came a knockin’
Dust bowl days of old
Trade a pound of butter
For a pound of gold
Wave the signs and slogans
Long as you are able
Never knew your protest
Put food upon the table
Diamond crusted heroes
Parabolic eyes
Kroon the propaganda
Your Piper in disguise
Modify the language
Mystify the name
Call it what you want to
The spell remains the same
Never seen a protest
That didn’t turn to riot
Call it what it isn’t
I’m not about to buy it-buy it-buy it
Hey, I get it, it’s a party man.
So here ya’ go, make it yours, G-C-D ought to do fine, fits to rock or folk or blues. Just don’t monetize it or I’ll have to sue you. If you want to hear my version, good luck, because my music is live only, and free.
Here’s the thing
A protest is a redress of grievances, not a reason to burn things. We could as well expend ourselves in building societies instead of burning them down.
Oh, a title for the song: I was a Rioter
Just trying to retain some equilibrium.
