My Favourite Protest songs
- Jun 1
- 5 min read
By Joanna Cowan
I have always been a big fan of protest music, I believe it is one of the most powerful things in the world, especially those catchy or gentle songs that don’t sound like a protest until you listen to the lyrics. Especially, in this time of social turmoil these songs written years ago are becoming ever more relevant. Below I have put some of the lyrics to my favourite protest songs, in bold are the particularly impactful lines. I have also made a playlist if you would like to listen to these songs! Please enjoy!!!
Joan Baez
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There but for fortune by Joan Baez
Show me the prison, show me the jail Show me the prisoner, whose life has gone stale And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why And there but for fortune, go you or I mmm Show me the alley, show me the train Show me the hobo, who sleeps out in the rain And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why And there but for fortune ,go you or I, mmm Show me the whiskey, that stains on the floor Show me the drunkard, as he stumbles out the door And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why And there but for fortune go you or I, mmm Show me the country, where the bombs had to fall Show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why And there but for fortune go you and I, you and I | Other great songs:
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Simon and Garfunkel

He was my Brother by Simon and Garfunkel
The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel
Scarborough fare x cantical tales by Simon and Garfunkel
Sound of silence by Simon and Garfunkel
Mrs Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel
El condor pasa by Simon and Garfunkel
He was my brother: This song is a civil rights protest song about a man who gets shot fighting for equality, justice and freedom. He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom Rider They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider This town's gonna be your buryin' place He was singin' on his knees (this line is so descriptive and impactful) An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead Because he hated what was wrong He was my brother Tears can't bring him back to me He was my brother And he died so his brothers could be free He died so his brothers could be free Scarborough fare x canticle tales: I particularly love how this traditional folk song is interrupted by the stark contrast of a song about war Are you going to Scarborough FairParsley, sage, rosemary and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereShe once was a true love of mine On the side of a hill in the deep forest greenTracing of sparrow on snow-crested brownBlankets and bedclothes the child of the mountainSleeps unaware of the clarion call Tell her to make me a cambric shirtParsley sage rosemary and thymeWithout no seams nor needle workThen she’ll be a true love of mine On the side of a hill in the sprinkling of leavesWashes the grave with silvery tearsA soldier cleans and polishes a gunSleeps unaware of the clarion call (these lines being sung whilst talking about sage and lovers is so poetic) Tell her to find me an acre of landParsley sage rosemary and thymeBetween the salt water and the sea strandsThen she’ll be a true love of mine War bellows blazing in scarlet battalionsGenerals order their soldiers to killAnd to fight for a cause they have long ago forgotten (aligns with the Vietnam war in particular but also with many songs in our modern day) Tell her to reap it with a sickle of leather Parsley sage rosemary and thymeAnd gather it all in a bunch of heatherThen she’ll be a true love of mine | The boxer: I am just a poor boy Though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises All lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station Running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie-la-lie (gun shot) Lie-la-lie- (gun shot)lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie (gun shot) Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, (gun shot) lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Asking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a come-on from the whores on 7th Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there, la-la-la-la-la-la-la Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Then I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me, going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving" But the fighter still remains Lie-la-lie (intermittent gunshots in the background) Lie-la-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie Lie-la-lie I love you |
Others
We shall not be moved by the Seekers: Such a catchy, protest anthem, great for a protest or march
Another brick in the wall by pink floyd: another anthem of the time, fantastic for chanting
Beds are burning by Midnight oil: australian climate change rock, a fantastic genre
Zombie the cranberries: describes the futility of war with focus on the fighting in Ireland but applying to modern day as well
Army dreamers by Kate Bush: against he futility of war and the disregard of human life when young men are recorded as statistics. This also explores the loss experiences by mothers and the wasted potential and aspirations of those lost in war. The line “what a waste, army dreamers” and “mammies heros” is particularly potent.
Send in the clowns by Judy collins: explores regret and pain but could also be interpreted as a criticism of corrupt powers
Puff, the magic dragon by Peter Paul and Mary: explores the melancholiness of growing up and people suggest it may link to a criticism of drug use
Sunday bloody sunday by U2: fantastic anthem
Your mum does the washing - joshua idehen: very clever and very funny song exploring different dictatorship
Big yellow taxi - joni mitchell
You don’t own me - leslie gore
Im afraid of americans - David Bowie
I'd love to change the world - ten years after
Killing in the name - rage against the machine
They don’t care about us - michael jackson
Respect - Aretha Franklin - Amazing song
Bold Fenien man - Judy Collins
This land is your land - Peter, Paul and Mary
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