Student Demonstration Time
Starting out with berkeley free speech
And later on at peoples park
The winds of change fanned into flames
Student demonstrations spark
Down to isla vista where police felt so harassed
They called the special riot squad of the l. a. county sheriff
Well theres a riot going on
Theres a riot going on
Theres a riot going on
Student demonstration time
The violence spread down south to where jackson state brothers
Learned not to say nasty things about southern policemens mothers
Nothing much was said about it and really next to nothing done
The pen is mightier than the sword, but no match for a gun
Well theres a riot going on
Theres a riot going on
Well theres a riot going on
cause its student demonstration time
America was stunned on may 4, 1970
When rally turned to riot up at kent state university
They said the students scared the guard
Though the troops were battle dressed
Four martyrs earned a new degree
The bachelor of bullets
I know were all fed up with useless wars and racial strife
But next time theres a riot, well, you best stay out of sight
Well theres a riot going on
Theres a riot going on
Well theres a riot going on
Student demonstration time
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Its student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Its student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
song performed by by Beach Boys
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I wouldn't attach too much importance to these student riots. I remember when I was a student at the Sorbonne in Paris, I used to go out and riot occasionally.
quote by John Foster Dulles
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Riot Reunion
What time is it, I want to know
It's late and we're feelin' great
Well the time is now, we're ready to go
Gonna make it right tonight, oh yeah
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
Come on, come on, we're gonna get you
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion (yeah)
The lights are bright, we're gonna dance all night
It's late and we're feelin' great
I want to see 'em move, ain't got no time to lose
Rock on all through the night (oh yeah)
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
Come on, come on, we're gonna get you
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
We're feelin' funny 'cause now is the time
We'd like to get crazy with you
You got to lock the doors 'cause their havin' no more
Ain't gonna let you out 'til we're through
Oh yeah yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah let's go!!
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
Come on, come on, we're gonna get you
Come on, come on, to the riot reunion
Come on, come on!
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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The Riot Of Your Time
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
The only king of rock has gone
Gone to heaven
A star on the way to the stars
Another king of rock is born in 77
Just born to be there when its dark
94, 95, if the world is still alive
With the start of the riot of your time
Heres a ticket for a burning train
To set the world in flame
To play the heros game
The riot of your time
Heres a ticket for the future days
Youll be the guitar king
When your electric plays
The riot of your time
A new generations mind
The riot of your time
Just to get the message to be more
Than you desire
A star full of life wild and young
The hits from 1994 electric fire
Will burn out the time like the sun
94, 95, if the world is still alive
With the start of the riot of your time
Heres a ticket for a burning train
To set the world in flame
To play the heros game
The riot of your time
Heres a ticket for the future days
Youll be the guitar king
When your electric plays
The riot of your time
A new generations mind
The riot of your time
song performed by by Scorpions
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Love is similar to God
Love is similar to God,
Both are riots, One is good,
Another is bad in the name of God;
Love is the result of 'Harmonal' riot,
Misunderstanding the religion and God
too leads to 'Religious' riot;
Both are invisible to human eyes,
Why do you want to sacrifice your lives
for the sake of Love and God?
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Drones And Riots
Just a Thought (drones and riots)
In Waziristan, a tiny Pakistani town, a drone hit its target.
The collateral damage... several children killed.
This incident happened about the same time as riot struck
London after an armed loser was shot by the police.
A few building were torched and many shops were looted
and trivial items like trainers and TV were stolen.
In Waziristan the drone was dropped by murderous fools
the riot in London was done by the hopelessly inadequate.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Another Dictator Coming Down The Road
They’re having another daily riot somewhere over there,
Trying to get rid of another despot dictator somewhere,
They must have a good reason to riot and need to change so bad,
There’s something extremely wrong there and it all seems quite sad.
But who’s going to come out of the woods and be the new dictator?
Will democracy raise its head in this amphitheater?
Without plebiscites, propositions or honest elections,
Who will win in these new poker-like very strange selections?
As we watch these vicious deathly riots nightly on TV,
Could be compared to watching a prolonged bullfight for free,
Except for the smoke, the tanks, the bullets, the bodies and bombs,
And dead people just lying around without any qualms.
Jan 30th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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The Miniature Woman
The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature Woman
and the Honeysuckle
He was a blue-eyed giant,
He loved a miniature woman.
The woman's dream was of a miniature house
with a garden where honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.
The giant loved like a giant,
and his hands were used to such big things
that the giant could not
make the building,
could not knock on the door
of the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
at that house.
He was a blue-eyed giant,
he loved a miniature woman,
a mini miniature woman.
The woman was hungry for comfort
and tired of the giant's long strides.
And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf with a garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.
Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,
a giant isn't even a graveyard for love:
in the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house...
poem by Nazim Hikmet
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Lightning
I want to know where you live
I want to know who you are
I want to see what you see
I want to go where you are
Want to touch what you touch
Want to be where you are
I want to know what city this is
Seems like Im moving so far
Riot town right noise
A lightning streak
Fate rides up and moves us on
Mother dont weep
I want to see what you see
I want to touch - let me play
I want to try every poison in sight
I want to lie where you lay
Let me see let me see
I want to know what you know
I want to learn whats imprisoning me
Iwant to know let it go
Riot time right noise
Violent times speak
Bottled up - like a fake damnation
Lightning speed
Crackdown backdoors
Meltdown shoes
Bare back riders - a rank outsider
An automatic cruise
I want to touch what you touch
I long to be where you are
Ill always know - youll let me know all this gets too far
Let me touch. let me touch
Let me feel what you feel
I want to know how certain this is
I want to know this is real
Riot town, right noise
Lightning streak
Fate rides up and moves us on
Mother dont weep
Crackdown back door
Violent times speak
Fate rides up and moves us on
Lightning streak
Written by : kerr/burchill reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Get Your Kicks
You people love our country
And music in your soul
Come on and join our army
'Cause we're fightin' for rock 'n roll
Now that it's around
You know it's got to, got to stay
You've got to raise your flag high
There's a riot in the wings today (oo, oo yeah)
Come on and get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
We've been waitin' a long time
To get together with you
A message to the nation
Our time is long overdue
But now that we're around
You know we've got to, got to stay
You've got to raise your flag high
There's a riot in the wings today (ma, ma, ma yeah)
Come on and get get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
Seems like a long time
Must be a short time
Ain't gonna wait forever
Got myself a ticket going your direction
Ooo here I come
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on, everybody, get your kicks
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on, everybody, get your kicks
Keep on rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Everybody get your kicks
Just keep on rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Everybody get your kicks (come on)
Get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody, get your kicks (yeah come on)
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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The Drug's Not Working
I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making me high
She was a hooker at the age of 16
All she wanted was the money
She didn't need an I.D.
She was a junkie and I know its clich
But then so was her life
I mean, she lived in L.A.
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Painted it all black, the chains are jerking)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
Riot in my skull, demons are coming
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
Painted it all black, the chains are jerking
L.A. is dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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A Sparrow's Thoughts... (Number Seven)
when we sit numbly staring
at the six o'clock news...
at the cops in riot gear
dispersing the student protesters...
protesting against Wall Street excess,
against the greed of big business,
against the destructive thrusts of big oil,
against the wars over seas...
against human rights being taken,
against the lie we're being fed...
when these young people are beaten,
gassed, and arrested for standing up
for their ideals of freedom...
do we remember that these are our children?
do we know?
even more, do we remember,
when we were young and believed?
the anti-war protests,
the civil rights marches,
women's rights, farmworker's rights...
when we dared to believe we could
change the world...
we live again in our children!
do we understand this?
are we just going to sit still and watch?
are we dead?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Riot Act
Forever doesnt mean forever anymore
I said forever
But it doesnt look like Im gonna be around much anymore
When the heat gets sub-tropical
And the talk gets so topical
Riot act - you can read me the riot act
You can make me a matter of fact
Or a villain in a million
A slip of the tongue is gonna keep me civilian
Why do you talk such stupid nonsense
When my mind could rest much easier
Instead of all this dumb dumb insolence
I would be happier with amnesia
They say forget her
Now it looks like youre either gonna be for me or against me
I got your letter
Now they say I dont care for the colour that it paints me
Trying to be so bad is bad enough
Dont make me laugh by talking tough
Dont put your heart out on your sleeve
When your remarks are off the cuff
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Little Honda
Im gonna wake you up early
Cause Im gonna take a ride wih you
Were going down to the honda shop
Ill tell you what were gonna do
Put on a ragged sweat shirt
Ill take you anywhere you want me to
First gear its all right
Second gear real riot
Third gear hang it tight
Faster ( its all right )
He climbs hills like the magic
Cause my honda felt really light
When I go into the turn
Stick with me and hang on tight
I better turn on the lights
So I can ride my honda tonight
First gear its all right
Second gear real riot
Third gear hang it tight
Faster ( its all right )
song performed by by Carpenters
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The Shadow Of Death
In the shadow of death
When the pedicabdriver to bend over
on seat after nightwork
Student riot move to Pagelaran
Among threaten of the army tanks
Tear gas and bayonet
Againt military government policy
To stop kampus publishing
And burning my nostalgic poem
In the new beginning of the new orde era
Until up now the campus have been the center of movement
Againts totalitarian government and support to democracy
And protest movement to people who talk everyday
In the name of them
But after they get in power
And then kept silent in her position
And no talking anymore
Closed their mouth and get much money
like the picky on the bus
and the railway
who crowded with passenger
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Posthuman
Shes got eyes like zapruder
And a mouth like heroin
She wants me to be
Perfect like kennedy
This isnt god, this isnt god
God is just a statistic,
God is just a statistic
Say,
Show me the dead stars,
All of them sing.
This is a riot
Religious and clean
God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired
Shes pilgrim and pagan
Softworn and so-cial
In all of her dreams
Shes a saint like jackie-o
This isnt god, this isnt god
God is just a statistic,
God is just a statistic
Say,
Show me the dead stars,
All of them sing.
This is a riot
Religious and clean
Coma white:
All that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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We hoped against hope that what we had been doing was enough to prevent a riot. It was not enough.
quote by Jerome Cavanagh
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Passion is the mob of the man, that commits a riot upon his reason.
quote by William Penn
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A riot is the language of the unheard.
quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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Equinoctial Chant
A.
Even, neve
Neverending summer calms
At costs. The beads of sweat
Dripping off my nose, and the mulberry
Leaves riot in primary
Colors, along with their brothers-
The cottonwoods of the West,
Our maples flapping in the breeze,
Vinegar elms, poison oak,
And my friend the hophornbeam.
Burning bright.
But the Tyger never drops
Her ornamentation, never gives
Counsel to her shadow
Steeped directly to the east or west
At twilight time. We do.
We do.
We are the ones
Who walked into the night
And paid heed to the alignment
Of stars and the grandeur
Of the mountainous steeps, boulders
Flowing, in autumn,
In a riot of color.
B.
The evergreen
Stands too proud
To change.
Is pride wisdom?
Hardly.
Is wisdom
Constancy?
Yes; to them those
Neighbors are partying animals,
Drunks of the woods.
Adverse to noise
Are the wise;
But distended in color
For though is prismatic in nature:
There can be no black of night,
Only the hammering home
Of raw color.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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