Posted January 5, 200817 yr Everybody knows the Star Spangled Banner is not that great of a song and hard to sing. There have been many pushes over the years to change it. There are many other great choices to select. Vote away.
January 5, 200817 yr "This Land is Your Land" by Woody Guthrie. This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York Island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me. As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway I saw below me that golden valley This land was made for you and me. I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts While All around me a voice was sounding Saying this land was made for you and me. The sun came shining, and I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling As the fog was lifting, A voice was chanting, This land was made for you and me. This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York Island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me. In the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple; By the relief office, I'd seen my people. As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking, Is this land made for you and me? There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me; Sign was painted, it said private property; But on the back side it didn't say nothing; This land was made for you and me.
January 5, 200817 yr "This Land is Your Land" by Woody Guthrie. This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York Island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me. As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway I saw below me that golden valley This land was made for you and me. I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts While All around me a voice was sounding Saying this land was made for you and me. The sun came shining, and I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling As the fog was lifting, A voice was chanting, This land was made for you and me. This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York Island From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me. In the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple; By the relief office, I'd seen my people. As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking, Is this land made for you and me? There was a big high wall there that tried to stop me; Sign was painted, it said private property; But on the back side it didn't say nothing; This land was made for you and me. This makes me think of Fred Ricart's version called "This Van is Your Van" used to promote Ricart Vanland.
January 5, 200817 yr Remind me to throw Fred Ricart down a well. What's next: "Our Father, who art in Ranger. Savings be thy name"?
January 5, 200817 yr ANYTHING but "Freebird." Horrid. "You don't just walk into a bar and mix it up by calling a girl fat" - buildingcincinnati speaking about new forumers
January 5, 200817 yr if it was freebird, we would have to wait a while to play any sporting event. it would also rock at the olympics to play that everytime we won a gold medal, but if the south had won the war...
January 5, 200817 yr I vote for Living in America by James Brown. Also will be a subtle reminder to the world that capitalism won in Rocky IV.
January 5, 200817 yr How about Ray Charles' America the Beautiful? "You don't just walk into a bar and mix it up by calling a girl fat" - buildingcincinnati speaking about new forumers
January 5, 200817 yr I neglected to mention that if Freebird was chosen that it would be at the END of any event. Always played by a live band; length of the song would be determined by the awesomeness of the event's entertainment value. Crummy Super Bowl, short Freebird.
January 5, 200817 yr Also, "America, Fuck Yeah!" really is a great choice except for the fact that it's a little unrealistic.
January 9, 200817 yr I vote for "hey there delilah". It really speaks to what this country is about. And it's clearly loved by all. :wink:
January 9, 200817 yr Oh, and BTW, thanks for the memory lane trip with Contra. My then 11 year old brother used to routinely whip my a$$ at it.
January 9, 200817 yr I don't mind if they do their own version as long as they keep it under 8 minutes long which some women can't seem to do.
January 9, 200817 yr ^I would require a limit on the number of gratuitous arpeggios used. I'm thinking none is a good number.
January 9, 200817 yr I voted for America the Beautiful. The Star Spangled Banner's melody is from an old British drinking song. (well, sort of... see Wiki link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Anacreon_in_Heaven )
January 10, 200817 yr good one koow with "this land" -- and bonus points for the redacted lyrics (woodyguthrie: a life by joe klein is a very highly recommended bio, one of my fav books. there is a photo inside of the lyric sheet where woody crossed out those final lyrics, but sometimes he sung them anyway). now i'd go with that choice, but after the day i had at work today i am gonna pitch the "updated version" instead (which additionally happens to be the very first widely popular rap single): The message (e.fletcher, s.robinson, c.chase, m.glover - Sugarhill records 1982) Broken glass everywhere People pissing on the stairs, you know they just Dont care I cant take the smell, I cant take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away, but I couldnt get far Cause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my car Chorus: Dont push me, cause Im close to the edge Im trying not to loose my head Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from going under Standing on the front stoop, hangin out the window Watching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes Blow Crazy lady, livin in a bag Eating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hag Search and test a tango, skips the life and then go To search a prince to see the last of senses Down at the peepshow, watching all the creeps So she can tell the stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so so so ditty She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her Own Chorus: Its like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder How I keep from goin under My brothers doing fast on my mothers t.v. Says she watches to much, is just not healthy All my children in the daytime, dallas at night Cant even see the game or the sugar ray fight Bill collectors they ring my phone And scare my wife when Im not home Got a bum education, double-digit inflation Cant take the train to the job, theres a strike At the station Me on king kong standin on my back Cant stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliac Midrange, migraine, cancered membrane Sometimes I think Im going insane, I swear I might Hijack a plane! Chorus My son said daddy I dont wanna go to school Cause the teachers a jerk, he must think Im a Fool And all the kids smoke reefer, I think itd be Cheaper If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper I dance to the beat, shuffle my feet Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps Cause its all about money, aint a damn thing Funny You got to have a con in this land of milk and Honey They push that girl in front of a train Took her to a doctor, sowed the arm on again Stabbed that man, right in his heart Gave him a transplant before a brand new start I cant walk through the park, cause its crazy After the dark Keep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the Run I feel like an outlaw, broke my last fast jaw Hear them say you want some more, livin on a Seesaw Chorus A child was born, with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but hes frowning too Cause only God knows what you go through You grow in the ghetto, living second rate And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alley way Youll admire all the number book takers Thugs, pimps, pushers and the big money makers Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens And you wanna grow up to be just like them Smugglers, scrambles, burglars, gamblers Pickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlers You say Im cool, Im no fool But then you wind up dropping out of high school Now youre unemployed, all null n void Walking around like youre pretty boy floyd Turned stickup kid, look what you done did Got send up for a eight year bid Now your man is took and youre a may tag Spend the next two years as an undercover fag Being used and abused, and served like hell Till one day you was find hung dead in a cell It was plain to see that your life was lost You was cold and your body swung back and forth But now your eyes sing the sad sad song Of how you lived so fast and died so young Chorus
January 10, 200817 yr I've always thought Sousa's "Stars and Striped Forever" was the natural national anthem. Very rousing. As a bonus, it was actually composed by an American, rather than being an English drinking song.
January 10, 200817 yr ^ 'be kind to your fine feathered friend, for a duck could be somebody's mother It lives all alone in the swamp Where the weather is cold and damp. I like it! It fills you with nationalist pride, and strikes fear into the hearts of your enemies!
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