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  • #31
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    Neil Young - Ohio

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    • #32
      Re: Songs that describe/ celebrate gun violence, murder etc

      I shot six holes in my freezer.
      Without freedom of speech, we wouldn't know who the idiots are.

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      • #33
        Re: Songs that describe/ celebrate gun violence, murder etc

        It's been so long and yet nobody has learned anything! Guns are not the answer to any sane question...

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        • #34
          Re: Songs that describe/ celebrate gun violence, murder etc

          Victim testimony:

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          • #35
            99 Year Blues by Hot Tuna

            Bring me my pistol

            And I said three round balls
            I'm gonna shoot everybody
            That I don't like at all
            Like at all, like at all
            Like at all, like at all

            I gotta 38 special, and 45 frame
            How can you do this 'cause I got dead aim
            Got dead aim, got dead aim
            Got dead aim, got dead aim

            Well, the world is a drag
            And my friends, you can't vote
            Gonna make me a connection and score some dope

            Go, get high, go, get high
            Go, get high, go, get high




            Kevin


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            There are two kinds of boaters: those who have run aground, and those who lie about it.

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            • #36
              Songs that describe/ celebrate gun violence, murder etc

              Hey Joe
              Traditional

              Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand?
              Hey Joe, I said, where you goin' with that gun in your hand? Oh
              I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
              You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man, yeah
              I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
              You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man

              Huh, and that ain't too cool
              Hey Joe, I heard you shot your mama down
              You shot her down now
              Hey Joe, I heard you shot your lady down
              Shot her down in the ground, yeah
              Yeah
              Yes, I did, I shot her
              You know I caught her messin' round, messin' round town
              Yes, I did, I shot her
              You know I caught my old lady messin' 'round town
              And I gave her the gun
              I shot her
              Alright

              Shoot her one more time again, baby
              Yeah
              Oh, dig it
              Ah, alright
              Hey, Joe
              Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna run to?

              Hey Joe, I said
              Where you gonna run to now? Where you, where you gonna go?

              Well, dig
              I'm goin' way down south
              Way down to Mexico way
              Alright

              I'm goin' way down south
              Way down where I can be free
              Ain't no one gonna find me
              Ain't no hangman gonna
              He ain't gonna put a rope around me
              You better believe right now

              I gotta go now
              Hey, Joe
              You better run on down
              Goodbye, everybody, ow
              Hey, hey, Joe

              Heres the Hendrix version




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              Last edited by Breakaway; 05-27-2023, 09:31 PM.
              There are two kinds of boaters: those who have run aground, and those who lie about it.

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              • #37
                Steve Miller
                Take the Money and Run

                Hoo-hoo
                This is a story about Billy Joe and Bobbie Sue
                Two young lovers with nothin' better to do
                Than sit around the house, get high, and watch the tube
                And here is what happened when they decided to cut loose

                They headed down to, ooh, old El Paso
                That's where they ran into a great big hassle
                Billy Joe shot a man while robbing his castle
                Bobbie Sue took the money and run

                Hoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run
                Go on, take the money and run
                Hoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run
                Go on, take the money and run


                Hoo-hoo-hoo, Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas
                You know he knows just exactly what the facts is
                He ain't gonna let those two escape justice
                He makes his livin' off of the people's taxes

                Bobbie Sue, whoa, whoa, she slipped away
                Billy Joe caught up to her the very next day
                They got the money, hey, you know they got away
                They headed down south and they're still running today

                Singin', go on, take the money and run
                Go on, take the money and run
                Hoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run

                Oh lord, go on, take the money and run
                Hoo-hoo-hoo
                Hey, yeah, go on, take the money and run, yeah (yeah)
                Hoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run
                Oh lord, go on, take the money and run, yeah (yeah)
                Hoo-hoo-hoo, go on, take the money and run, oh lord



                Kevin


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                • #38
                  Bob Marley
                  I Shot the Sheriff

                  (I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! Oh!
                  I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, ooh)

                  Yeah! All around in my home town,
                  They're tryin' to track me down,
                  They say they want to bring me in guilty
                  For the killing of a deputy,
                  For the life of a deputy, but I say
                  Oh, now, now, oh!

                  (I shot the sheriff) the sheriff
                  (But I swear it was in self defense) Oh, no! (Oh, oh, ooh)
                  Yeah, I say, I shot the sheriff oh, Lord! (And they say it is a capital offense)
                  Yeah! (oh, oh, ooh) Yeah!

                  Sheriff John Brown always hated me,
                  For what, I don't know,
                  Every time I plant a seed,
                  He said kill it before it grow,
                  He said kill them before they grow, and so

                  Read it in the news! (I shot the sheriff) Oh, Lord!
                  (But I swear it was in self-defense)
                  Where was the deputy? (Oh, oh, ooh)
                  I say, I shot the sheriff,
                  But I swear it was in self defense, yeah! (Ooh)

                  Freedom came my way one day
                  And I started out of town, yeah!
                  All of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown
                  Aiming to shoot me down,
                  So I shot, I shot, I shot him down and I say,
                  If I am guilty I will pay!

                  ,
                  I didn't shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh) oh no!
                  (I shot the sheriff) I did!
                  But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh (Oh, oh, ooh)

                  Reflexes had got the better of me
                  And what is to be must be,
                  Every day the bucket a-go a well,
                  One day the bottom a-go drop out,
                  One day the bottom a-go drop out, I say
                  I, I, I, I, shot the sheriff.
                  Lord, I didn't shot the deputy, no
                  I, I (shot the sheriff)
                  But I didn't shoot no deputy, yeah
                  So, yeah




                  Kevin


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                  • #39
                    Aerosmith
                    Janeys Got A Gun

                    Dum, dum, dum, honey, what have you done?
                    Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
                    Dum, dum, dum, honey, what have you done?
                    Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound

                    Janie's got a gun
                    Janie's got a gun
                    Her whole world's come undone
                    From lookin' straight at the sun
                    What did her daddy do?
                    What did he put you through?

                    They said when Janie was arrested
                    They found him underneath a train
                    But man, he had it comin', now that Janie's got a gun
                    She ain't never gonna be the same

                    Janie's got a gun
                    Janie's got a gun
                    Her dog day's just begun
                    Now everybody is on the run

                    Tell me now it's untrue, what did her daddy do?
                    He jacked a little bitty baby, the man has got to be insane
                    They say the spell that he was under the lightning and
                    The thunder knew that someone had to stop the rain
                    Run away, run away from the pain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
                    Run away, run away from the pain, yeah, yeah
                    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
                    Run away, run away, run, run away

                    Janie's got a gun
                    Janie's got a gun
                    Her dog day's just begun
                    Now everybody is on the run

                    What did her daddy do?
                    It's Janie's last I.O.U
                    She had to take him down easy and put a bullet in his brain
                    She said, "'Cause nobody believes me, the man was such a sleaze"
                    He ain't never gonna be the same
                    Run away, run away from the pain yeah, yeah
                    Yeah, yeah, yeah
                    Run away, run away from the pain, yeah, yeah
                    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
                    Run away, run away, run, run away

                    Janie's got a gun
                    Janie's got a gun
                    Janie's got a gun
                    Everybody is on the run
                    Janie's got a gun
                    Her dog day's just begun
                    Now everybody is on the run
                    Because Janie's got a gun
                    Janie's got a gun
                    Her dog day's just begun
                    Now everybody is on the run
                    Janie's got a gun
                    Janie's got a gun




                    Kevin


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                    There are two kinds of boaters: those who have run aground, and those who lie about it.

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                    • #40
                      Neil Young

                      "Down By The River"

                      Be on my side. I'll be on your side, baby.
                      There is no reason for you to hide.
                      It's so hard for me staying here all alone,
                      When you could be taking me for a ride.

                      She could drag me over the rainbow,
                      Send me away.

                      Down by the river,
                      I shot my baby.
                      Down by the river.

                      Dead, ooh, ooh, shot her dead, ooh.

                      You take my hand, I'll take your hand.
                      Together we may get away.
                      This much madness is too much sorrow.
                      It's impossible to make it today.

                      She could drag me over the rainbow,
                      Send me away.

                      Down by the river,
                      I shot my baby.
                      Down by the river.

                      Dead, dead, ooh, ooh, shot her dead, shot her dead.

                      Be on my side. I'll be on your side.
                      There is no reason for you to hide.
                      It's so hard for me staying here all alone,
                      When you could be taking me for a ride.

                      She could drag me over the rainbow,
                      Send me away.

                      Down by the river,
                      I shot my baby.
                      Down by the river.

                      Down by the river,
                      I shot my baby.
                      Down by the river.

                      Down by the river,
                      I shot my baby.
                      Down by the river.





                      Kevin


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                      There are two kinds of boaters: those who have run aground, and those who lie about it.

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                      • #41
                        The Clash
                        The Guns of Brixton

                        When they kick at your front door
                        How you gonna come?
                        With your hands on your head
                        Or on the trigger of your gun
                        When the law break in
                        How you gonna go?
                        Shot down on the pavement
                        Or waiting in death row


                        You can crush us, you can bruise us
                        But you'll have to answer to
                        Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
                        The money feels good
                        And your life you like it well
                        But surely your time will come
                        As in Heaven as in Hell
                        You see, he feels like Ivan
                        Born under the Brixton sun
                        His game is called survivin'
                        At the end of the harder they come
                        You know it means no mercy

                        They caught him with a gun
                        No need for the Black Maria
                        Goodbye to the Brixton sun
                        You can crush us, you can bruise us
                        But you'll have to answer to
                        Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton

                        When they kick at your front door
                        How you gonna come?
                        With your hands on your head
                        Or on the trigger of your gun

                        You can crush us, you can bruise us
                        And even shoot us
                        But oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
                        Shot down on the pavement
                        Waiting in death row

                        His game was survivin'
                        As in Heaven as in Hell
                        You can crush us, you can bruise us
                        But you'll have to answer to
                        Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
                        Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
                        Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
                        Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton
                        Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton

                        Kevin


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                        There are two kinds of boaters: those who have run aground, and those who lie about it.

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                        • #42
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                          MISSISSIPPI JOHN HURT - Frankie [1928]

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                          • #43
                            Goodbye Earl
                            The Chicks
                            ( *formerly Dixie Chicks)


                            Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends
                            All through their high school days
                            Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA
                            After graduation
                            Mary Anne went out lookin' for a bright new world
                            Wanda looked all around this town and all she found was Earl

                            Well, it wasn't two weeks after she got married that
                            Wanda started gettin' abused
                            She'd put on dark glasses and long sleeved blouses
                            And makeup to cover a bruise
                            Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce
                            She let the law take it from there
                            But Earl walked right through that restraining order
                            And put her in intensive care


                            Right away Mary Anne flew in from Atlanta
                            On a red eye midnight flight
                            She held Wanda's hand and they worked out a plan
                            And it didn't take 'em long to decide
                            That Earl had to die
                            Good bye, Earl

                            Those black-eyed peas
                            They tasted alright to me, Earl
                            You feelin' weak?
                            Why don't you lay down and sleep, Earl
                            Ain't it dark wrapped up in that tarp, Earl

                            The cops came by to bring Earl in
                            They searched the house high and low
                            Then they tipped their hats and said, "Thank you ladies
                            If you hear from him let us know"
                            Well, the weeks went by and spring turned to summer
                            And summer faded into fall
                            And it turns out he was a missing person who nobody missed at all
                            So the girls bought some land at a roadside stand
                            Out on highway 109
                            They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam
                            And they don't lose any sleep at night
                            'Cause Earl had to die

                            Good bye, Earl
                            We need a break, let's go out to the lake, Earl
                            We'll pack a lunch, and stuff you in the trunk, Earl
                            Well, is that alright? Good! Let's go for a ride, Earl, hey
                            Ooh hey hey hey
                            Ah hey hey hey
                            Well, hey hey hey



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                            • #44
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                              Shotgun ยท Valerie June

                              Oh oh oh
                              Baby
                              You know I love you baby
                              I'm in love with you yes I am
                              I saw you in her arms
                              Darlin'
                              I saw you kiss her lips baby
                              And come back home and tell me your sweet lies
                              So I'm gonna go get my shotgun darlin'
                              Cause you know I love you baby
                              And if I can't have you nobody can
                              Late last night they laid you in your lonesome grave
                              And don't you know tonight they lay me beside you

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                              • #45
                                Re: Songs that describe/ celebrate gun violence, murder etc

                                Steve Earle's song "The Pistol is the Devil's Right Hand".

                                When he wrote it, he didn't think it was a song about gun control. Now, it is, and that is why he sings it.

                                I notice a lot of the songs are about gun violence, but don't extol it.

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