Rush 2112!

Great list here is another:
I’d love to change the World
Ten Years After

Everywhere is freaks and hairies
Dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity?
Tax the rich, feed the poor
'Til there are no rich no more
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Population keeps on breeding
Nation bleeding, still more feeding economy
Life is funny, skies are sunny
Bees make honey, who needs money? Monopoly
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
So I'll leave it up to you
Oh, yeah
World pollution, there's no solution
Institution, electrocution
Just black or white, rich or poor
Them and us, stop the war
I'd love to change the world
But I don't know what to do
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CTUsFm0...
So I'll leave it up to you

A Farewell To Kings, by Rush. Makes me close my eyes and shake my head in sadness every time I hear the opening lyric:

When they turn the pages of history,
When these days have passed long ago,
Will they read of us in sadness,
For the seeds that we let grow?

OUC, thanks for taking the time to put this up. I enjoyed the article and the selections you supplied links to. The music, for me, mainly brings up fond old memories.

One more thing: RIP Charlie Watts.

Another: "Fool Us Today" by Mr. Big.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXB4z...

Guitarist Paul Gilbert is a big fan of Atlas Shrugged, but I'm not sure if he wrote these lyrics (and I don't have the disc in front of me.)
Anyhow, like LB's "Noah" it's a little more status quo than prophetic, but the words fit today perfectly:

'They say it's not the money, you know it's not the money
Can you figure out what you want, what you need?
They try to pump it up, forget about the facts
Sometimes it hurts but it's never taken back

The left is right, the right is left
Oh yeah, I gotta get this thing right off my chest

Now black, white and gray
What can you do, what can you say?
How can they fool us today?
Hold your head up high, laugh till you cry, anyway
How can they fool us today?
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Talkin' twenty-four, seven, we're losin' what we're gettin'
They slap you down with a call from up above
It's a window to the world, a word to every man
Just gettin' it up, we'll all do what we can

They do it all for you, much better than the rest
Hey, it's alright if you can pass the test

Black, white and gray
What can you do, what can you say?
How can they fool us today?
Hold your head up high, laugh till you cry, anyway
How can they fool us today?
Hey, hey, hey

It's all good news, we can buy and sell
Yeah, don't stop now, you can unring a bell

Black, white and gray
What can you do, what can you say?
How can they fool us today?
Hold your head up high, laugh till you cry, anyway
How can they fool us today?
Hey, hey, hey

Black, white and gray
What can you do, what can you say?
How can they fool us today?
Catch the falling sky, we're all gonna die anyway
How can they fool us today?

How can they fool us today?
How can they fool us today?'
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Yeah, Rush did a whole bunch that prompt variations on "Make Red Barcetta / 2112 Fiction Again," much like the T-shirt that says "Make Orwell Fiction Again."

As a big fan of J-rock, I've found some that fall outside of the typical radar span for the English-speaking world (for whatever reason the Japanese haven't ditched their love of melody, jaw-dropping instrumentals, the electric guitar, and most importantly a sense of human dignity.)

"Noah" is one of them, with lyrics in the general mood of Thomas Paine's "times that try men's souls," from the (unfortunately) now-defunct band Light Bringer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tc8tH...

English lyrics:

'How far in the future should I fix my eyes and live, I wonder?
Without even a sign, I sink below the late night sea

What should I start to ask, in the forest of hesitation?
Only the formless kindness peeks through

It seems I want to protect the world alone
I cry and cry, and strive to move ahead. That’s the answer
Being strong is painful, huh. It’d be good if I could sleep until my spirit is at ease
A long, long night’s encore - until it gets light, let’s laugh

It’s not love or like, just that I want to become an ordinary lost soul
I won’t say that motive aloud, so please don’t look for it

It’s like searching for the meaning of a face-down hand of cards
I can’t read through the paper thin bottom, like this

Won’t you show me a closer, nicer dream?
I won’t give up on my lies or tomorrows, look, it’s unmoving proof
“For your sake” is for whose sake? I can’t deceive my own heart
The truth is hidden on the other side of the deep, deep mist

Forever,
It seems I want to protect the world alone
I cry and cry, and strive to move ahead. That’s the answer
I don’t need things like regrets. I’m standing on my shining determination
A long, long night’s encore - until the moment I die, I’ll be here.'

Ok, I'll just admit it: I'm in love with Fuki Tenge. And her voice. Guilty as charged. 8^]

(There have to be tons more, but I've got stuff to do so I'm outta here for now.)
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I WOULD LIKE TO THANK YOU ALL for your participation in this wonderful diversion on a Sunday afternoon and evening...which can be boring here at work.

Maybe she'll hit the hot list and we can carry on our wayward bound tomorrow as well.

"The Eve Of Destruction" was already where me dino's head was at when I got drafted shortly after we first landed on the Moon in 1969.
After I and a bunch of guys were bused to an Army based from Dothan to Montgomery, Alabama, it just so happened I heard it announced, "This is the end of the month when we take Marines." Only six names were called out. Mine was one of them. Standing there, I actually imagined charging a North Vietnamese machine gun nest, screaming "Gung Ho!" like a stupidly crazed suicidal fool.
Parris Island was so much fun! That's sarcasm. The first half of the flick, Full Metal Jacket nails what it was like there.
Just after I graduated from basic, I learned I was being assigned to be--a supply clerk! But first I was trained to pick up about any weapon and know how to use it, such as a bloop tube or a rocket launcher
(which I was curtly told to never call a "bazooka" ever again. Picky! Picky! Picky! Me dino was also told to never call a round a cartridge ever again). Have to admit that firing a M60 General Purpose Machine Gun was the thrill of a lifetime.
Anyways, after I got to that supply clerk school, I was told the USMC needed admin and supply clerks "because it's recruiting all the grunts it needs".
Long story short, I was a corporal when I managed to cut my two years as a slave three months short with what was called a "school cut" while using the GI Bill to get even for being taken captive from a much preferred civilian life.
That flight home with an honorable discharge always looking good on a resume was the happiest day of my life. Freedom! Oh, freedom!
Have to admit that among draftees I was one of the really lucky ones. Never got out of South and then North Carolina the whole time.

for a telling sarcastic look Shangra- La by the Kinks

HEY! here is one I heard today on the way to work.
Who Could it Be Now by Men at Work.
I imagined buyden in his basement while We The People and the Military Tribunal were knocking on outside basement door.

...or, no so funny: An Unvaccinated Citizen afraid of the Vaccine Nazi's knocking at their door.