Pop- und Rocktexte mit historischen Inhalten

Buffy Sainte Marie - Bury my Heart at Wounded Knee:

INTRO:
Indian legislation on the desk of a do-right Congressman
Now, he don't know much about the issue
so he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the
Senator out in Indian country
A darling of the energy companies who are
ripping off what's left of the reservations. Huh.

1.
I learned a safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the corporate bank
They send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality

chorus:
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.

2.
They got these energy companies that want the land
and they've got churches by the dozen who want to guide our hands
and sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and greed
Get rich... get rich quick.

chorus...

3. We got the federal marshals
We got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire
We got the FBIs
They lie in court and get nailed
and still Peltier goes off to jail

chorus...

4.
My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she'd died of exposure


chorus...

We had the Goldrush Wars
Aw, didn't we learn to crawl and still our history gets
written in a liar's scrawl
They tell ya "Honey, you can still be an Indian
d-d-down at the Y on Saturday nights"

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh!

Wer es noch nicht gehört hat :

YouTube - Buffy Sainte Marie - Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
 
Bei Iron Maiden darf man aber das großartige "Passchendaele" über die 3. Flandernschlacht nicht vergessen:

In a foreign field he lay
lonely soldier unknown grave
on his dying words he prays
tell the world of Paschendale

Relive all that he's been through
last communion of his soul
rust your bullets with his tears
let me tell you 'bout his years

Laying low in a blood filled trench
killing time 'til my very own death
on my face I can feel the falling rain
never see my friends again
in the smoke in the mud and lead
the smell of fear and the feeling of dread
soon be time to go over the wall
rapid fire and the end of us all

Whistles, shouts and more gun-fire
lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire
battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
be reunited with my dead friends soon
many soldiers eighteen years
drowned in mud, no more tears
surely a war no one can win
killing time about to begin

Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again

The bodies of ours and our foes
the sea of death it overflows
in no-man's land God only knows
into jaws of death we go...

Crucified as if on a cross
allied troops, they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
such before has never been seen
swear I heard the angels cry
pray to God no more may die
so that people know the truth
tell the tale of Paschendale

Cruelty has a human heart
every man does play his part
terror of the men we kill
the human heart is hungry still

I stand my ground for the very last time
gun is ready as I stand in line
nervous wait for the whistle to blow
rush of blood and over we go...

Blood is falling like the rain
its crimson cloak unveils again
the sound of guns can't hide their shame
and so we die in Paschendale

Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire
running straight at canon fire
running blind as I hold my breath
say a prayer symphony of death
as we charge the enemy lines
a burst of fire and we go down
I choke I cry but no one hears
feel the blood go down my throat

Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again

See my spirit on the wind
across the lines beyond the hill
friend and foe will meet again
those who died at Paschendale
 
Auch nicht verjazzt.
Aber von "Kurzbehosten zerklampft"

  1. Wildgänse rauschen durch die Nacht
    Mit schrillem Schrei nach Norden –
    Unstäte Fahrt! Habt acht, habt acht!
    Die Welt ist voller Morden.
  2. Fahrt durch die nachtdurchwogte Welt,
    Graureisige Geschwader!
    Fahlhelle zuckt, und Schlachtruf gellt,
    Weit wallt und wogt der Hader.
  3. Rausch' zu, fahr' zu, du graues Heer!
    Rauscht zu, fahrt zu nach Norden!
    Fahrt ihr nach Süden übers Meer –
    Was ist aus uns geworden!
  4. Wir sind wie ihr ein graues Heer
    Und fahr'n in Kaisers Namen,
    Und fahr'n wir ohne Wiederkehr,
    Rauscht uns im Herbst ein Amen!
 
Michael Jackson: HIStory

He got kicked in the back
He say that he needed that
He hot willed in the face
Keep daring to motivate
He say one day you will see
His place in world history
He dares to be recognized
The fires deep in his eyes

How many victims must there be
Slaughtered in vain across the land
And how many struggles must there be
Before we choose to live the prophet's plan
Everybody sing...

Every day create your history
Every path you take you're leaving your legacy
Every soldier dies in his glory
Every legend tells of conquest and liberty

Don't let no one get you down
Keep movin' on higher ground
Keep flying until
You are the king of the hill
No force of nature can break
Your will to self motivate
She say this face that you see
Is destined for history

How many people have to cry
The song of pain and grief across the land
And how many children have to die
Before we stand to lend a healing hand
Everybody sing...

Every day create your history
Every path you take you're leaving your legacy
Every soldier dies in his glory
Every legend tells of conquest and liberty
Every day create your history
Every page you turn you're writing your legacy
Every hero dreams of chivalry
Every child should sing together in harmony

All nations sing
Let's harmonize all around the world

How many victims must there be
Slaughtered in vain across the land
And how many children must we see
Before we learn to live as brothers
And leave one family oh...

Every day create your history
Every path you take you're leaving your legacy
Every soldier dies in his glory
Every legend tells of conquest and liberty
Every day create your history
Every page you turn you're writing your legacy
Every hero dreams of chivalry
Every child should sing together in harmony

A soldier dies
A mother cries
The promised child shines in a baby's eyes
All nations sing
Let's harmonize all around the world


Das Lied enthält Original-Tonaufnahmen einiger historisch bedeutsamer Zitate, z.B.
"Some mens see things as they are and say why. I dream things that never were, and say why not" (Martin Luther King) oder "It's a small step for men ... a giant leap ... for mankind" (Neil Armstrong).
 
Oh, da fallen mir mir zum Nordirlandkonflikt Bands ein wie:

U2 - Sunday Bloody Sunday
oder The Cranberries - Zombie

oder die Simple Minds....
 
Ein interessantes Lied über bzw. an das dritte Reich:


Pur - Leben

Wie nur konntest Du das tun?
Hast Du nichts dabei gefühlt?
Was nahm Dir all die Skrupel, all die Scham?

Du hast gewissenlos gehorcht
Mord befohlen, ausgeführt
Das Gas war leise, nur die Schreie laut

Die Bilder machen fassungslos
Gruben voller Leichen
Voller nicht erfüllter Hoffnungen
Du hast als Richter, Henker ihre Zukunft geraubt

Wie kann ein Mensch zum Unmensch werden?
Das höchste Gut mit Füßen treten?

Leben - mehr als nur zu überleben
Leben - das ist Ursprung und Ziel
Leben - als kleiner Teil des großen Ganzen
Lebenswert zu sein

Daß im Namen einer Politik
Daß im Namen einer Religion
Menschenverachtung uns in Kriege führt

Und daß der Wahnsinn triumphiert
Wo ein Leben nur als Opfer dient
All das blieb uns bis jetzt erspart

Wir kennen nur die Bilder
Das genau ist unsere Chance
Wenn wir begreifen, wenn wir lernen wollen
Wie Du und ich und wir gemeinsam

Leben - mehr als nur zu überleben
Leben - das ist Ursprung und Ziel
Leben - als kleiner Teil des großen Ganzen
Lebenswert zu sein
 
Da fällt mir doch gleich der "Immigrant Song" von Led Zeppelin ein. Es geht hierbei aber nicht um die Zuwanderungsproblematik sondern um die Raubzüge der Wikinger:

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

On we sweep with threshing oar,
Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing.
 
oder die Simple Minds....

stimmt, Belfast Child ist eines der schönsten und beeindruckensten Songs dieser Band:

When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallowtree
For it's sad news I bring about this old town
And all that it's suffering
Some say troubles are abound
Some day soon they're gonna pull
The old town down

One day we'll return here
When the Belfast child sings again

Brothers,sisters where are you now
As I look for you right through the crowd
For all my life here I have spent
With my faith in god and church
And the government
Some say troubles are abound
Some day soon they're gonna pull
The old town down

One day we'll return here
When the Belfast child sings again

Come back Billy,
Won't you come on home?
Come back Mary,
You've been away so long
The streets are empty
And your mother's gone
The girls are crying
And it's been o so long
And your father's calling come on home
Won't you come on home,come on home
Come back people,
You've been gone a while
And the war is raging through the emerald isle
But that's flesh and blood,man,
That's flesh and blood
The girls are crying but all's not lost
The streets are empty
'Cause the streets are cold
Won't you come on home
Won't you come on home?
The streets are empty
Life goes on

One day we'll return here
When the Belfast child sings again



Grüße
excideuil
 
Henry, the 8th I am: (ich kannte es aus dem Film "Ghost - Nachricht von Sam"; aber wohl haben es auch Herman's Hermits interpretiert)

I'm Henry the 8th I am,
Henry the 8th I am, I am,
I got married to the widow next door,
She's been married 7 times before,
And every one was a Henry (Henry),
She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I'm her 8th old man I Henry,
Henry the 8th I am

Second verse same as the first
I'm Henry the 8th I am,
Henry the 8th I am, I am,
I got married to the widow next door,
She's been married 7 times before,
And every one was a Henry (Henry),
She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I'm her 8th old man I Henry,
Henry the 8th I am
(shouts)

(guitar solo)

I'm Henry the 8th I am,
Henry the 8th I am, I am,
I got married to the widow next door,
She's been married 7 times before,
And every one was a Henry (Henry),
She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam)
I'm her 8th old man I Henry,
Henry the 8th I am

H-E-N-R-Y
Henry (Henry) Henry (Henry)
Henry the 8th I am, I am,
Henry the 8th I am.



U2: pride (in the name of love) - über Martin Luther King

One man come in the name of love
One man come and go
One come he to justify
One man to overthrow

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resist
One man washed on an empty beach.
One man betrayed with a kiss

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

(nobody like you...)

Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love...
 
Ja und ich wäre nicht wenn jetzt nicht noch das kommen würde: (hach... Bono....) "Sunday Bloody Sunday" von U2 zum Blutsonntag 1972 im Rahmen des Nordirlandkonflikts:

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I can't believe the news today
oh I can't close my eyes and make it go away
how long how long must we sing this song
how long how long 'cause tonight we can be as one tonight
Broken bottles under children's feet
bodies strewn across the dead end street
but I won't heed the battle call
it puts my back up puts my back up against the wall
Sunday bloody Sunday Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday Sunday bloody Sunday

...
Mich hat die Version immer irritiert, weil ich zuerst, die eher härtere von "Éire Óg" hörte.
Der Text soll von John Lennon und Yoko Ono stammen. Die Interpretation von "Éire Óg" scheint mir jedenfalls gelungener als die von "The Wolfetones".
(Ich hoffe, die Erwähnung der Bands ist jetzt nicht so schlimm.:rotwerd: )

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the Free Derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When Stormont bans our marches
They've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It's those mothers' turn to burn!
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

You Anglo pigs and Scotties
Sent to colonize the North
You wave your bloody Union Jack
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep Ireland for the Irish
Put the English back to sea!
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

Well, it's always Bloody Sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls Road free forever
From the bloody English hands
Repatriate to Britain
All of you who call it home
Leave Ireland to the Irish
Not for London or for Rome!
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!
 
Und irgendwann ist mal ein Sonderzug nach Pankow gefahren

Udo Lindenberg: Sonderzug nach Pankow


Entschuldigen Sie, ist das der Sonderzug nach Pankow
ich muss mal eben dahin, mal eben nach Ost-Berlin
ich muss da was klären, mit eurem Oberindianer
ich bin ein Jodeltalent, und ich will da spielen mit 'ner Band

Ich hab'n Fläschchen Cognac mit und das schmeckt sehr lecker
das schlürf' ich dann ganz locker mit dem Erich Honecker
und ich sag: Ey, Honey, ich sing' für wenig Money
im Republik-Palast, wenn ihr mich lasst
all die ganzen Schlageraffen dürfen da singen
dürfen ihren ganzen Schrott zum Vortrage bringen
nur der kleine Udo – nur der kleine Udo
der darf das nicht – und das verstehn wir nicht

Ich weiß genau, ich habe furchtbar viele Freunde
in der DDR und stündlich werden es mehr
och, Erich ey, bist du denn wirklich so ein sturer Schrat
warum lässt du mich nicht singen im Arbeiter- und Bauernstaat?

Ist das der Sonderzug nach Pankow?

Ich hab'n Fläschchen Cognac mit und das schmeckt sehr lecker …

Honey, ich glaub', du bist doch eigentlich auch ganz locker
ich weiß, tief in dir drin, bist du eigentlich auch'n Rocker
Du ziehst dir doch heimlich auch gerne mal die Lederjacke an
und schließt dich ein auf'm Klo und hörst West-Radio

Hallo, Erich, kannst' mich hören
Hallolöchen - Hallo
Hallo, Honey, kannst' mich hören
Hallo Halli, Halli Hallo
Joddelido
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Ich bedaure es sehr, dass die ganzen wunderschönen Lieder aus der dt. Geschichte offensichtlich kein Aas verjazzt.
[SIZE=-1]Die freie Republik (1837)[/SIZE]
[SIZE=-1]In dem Kerker saßen zu Frankfurt an dem Main
Schon seit vielen Jahren sechs Studenten ein
Die für die Freiheit fochten und für das Bürger Glück
Und für die Menschenrechte der freien Republik

Und der Kerkermeister sprach es täglich aus:
Sieh, Herr Bürgermeister, es reißt mir keiner aus
Und doch sind sie verschwunden abends aus dem Turm
Um die zwölfte Stunde bei dem großen Sturm

Und am andern Morgen hört’ man den Alarm
O es war entsetzlich der Soldatenschwarm
Sie suchten auf und nieder, sie suchten hin und her
Sie suchten sechs Studenten und fanden sie nicht mehr

Doch sie kamen wieder mit Schwertern in der Hand
Auf, ihr deutschen Brüder, jetzt geht’s fürs Vaterland
Jetzt geht’s für Menschenrechte und für das Bürgerglück
Wir sind doch keine Knechte der freien Republik

Und wenn die Leute fragen: Wo ist Absalom?
So dürft ihr ihnen sagen: O der hänget schon
Er hängt an keinem Baume, er hängt an keinem Strick
Sondern an dem Glauben der freien Republik



Ist doch ewig schad....[/SIZE]​
 
Schöner Thread. Da fallen mir doch auch einige Beispiele ein.

Z. B. "The Ride to Agadir" von Mike Batt:

We rode in the morning
Casablanca to the west
On the Atlas mountain foothills leading down to Marrakesh
For Mohammed and Morocco
We had taken up our guns
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons

In the dry winds of summer
We were sharpening the blades
We were riding to act upon the promise we had made
With the fist and the dagger
With the rifle and the lance
We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of France
We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of France

We could wait no more
In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir
Like the dogs of war
For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir

Though they were waiting
And they were fifty to our ten
They were easily outnumbered by a smaller force of men
As the darkness was falling
They were soon to realize
We were going to relieve them of their godforsaken lives
we were going to relieve them of their godforsaken lives

We could wait no more
In the burning sands on the ride to Agadir
Like the dogs of war
For the future of this land on the ride to Agadir

We rode in the morning
Casablanca to the west
On the Atlas mountain foothills leading down to Marrakesh
For Mohammed and Morocco
We had taken up our guns
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons
 
Die Älteren hier werden sich erinnern: Kaum eine Party vor einigen Jahrzehnten, an der nicht "Mexico" von den Les Humphries gespielt wurde.

Was uns damals nicht klar war: Es geht hier überhaupt nicht um Mexiko, sondern um die Schlacht von New Orleans 1815. Und das Original des Lieds ist von Jimmy Driftwood:

Well, in eighteen and fourteen we took a little trip
along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Mississip.
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans,
And we caught the bloody British near the town of New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, I see'd Mars Jackson walkin down the street
talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte [pronounced La-feet]
He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee
and the pirate said he'd help us drive the British in the sea.

The French said Andrew, you'd better run,
for Packingham's a comin' with a bullet in his gun.
Old Hickory said he didn't give a dang,
he's gonna whip the britches off of Colonel Packingham.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, we looked down the river and we see'd the British come,
and there must have been a hundred of 'em beatin' on the drum.
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
while we stood by our cotton bales and didn't say a thing.

Old Hickory said we could take 'em by surprise
if we didn't fire a musket til we looked 'em in the eyes.
We held our fire til we see'd their faces well,
then we opened up with squirrel guns and really gave a yell.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, we fired our cannon til the barrel melted down,
so we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round.
We filled his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind,
and when they tetched the powder off, the gator lost his mind.

We'll march back home but we'll never be content
till we make Old Hickory the people's President.
And every time we think about the bacon and the beans,
we'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin,
But there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go.
They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch 'em
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.

We fired our guns and the British kept a'comin.
But there wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico.
 
Ich bedaure es sehr, dass die ganzen wunderschönen Lieder aus der dt. Geschichte offensichtlich kein Aas verjazzt.
[SIZE=-1]Die freie Republik (1837)[/SIZE]
Naja, man muss da in die Richtung der Liedermacher der 1970er schauen. Liederjan oder Zupfgeigenhansel haben schon neben Hannes Wader sowas verwurschtet.
Ansonsten muss man Richtung Folk-Punk schauen, die sich auch manchmal deutschen Liedgutes annehmen.
 
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