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To: Neenny who wrote (3365)	2/19/2002 1:48:42 AM
From: Neenny	Respond to of 3937

Repeat of the list, without the history 1814 "Star Spangled Banner", Francis Scott Key 1853 "Vincent", Don McLean 1863 "When Johnny Comes Marching Home", Patrick Sarsfield Gilmore 1863 "Abraham, Martin and John", Richard Holler 1940 "As Above, So Below", Manfred Mann's Earth Band 1962 "Happy Birthday Mr. President", Marilyn Monroe 1962 "Candle in the Wind" Elton John 1966 "Ohio", CSNY 1966 "Hurricane", Bob Dylan 1968 "Hey Jude" The Beatles 1969 "Give Peace a Chance", John Lennon and Yoko Ono 1975 "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald", Gordon LIghtfoot 1980 "Beautiful Boy", John Lennon 1984 "Do They Know it's Christmas/ Band Aid Feed the World" 1985 "We Are the World", Various Artist/USA for Africa 1985 "Scarecrow", John Cougar Mellencamp 1988 "One Moment in Time", Whitney Houston 1990 "Candle in the Wind", Elton John, 1992 "Tears In Heaven", Eric Clapton 1995 "Hang In There Superman", Hal Ketcham 1996 "My Favorite Mistake", Sheryl Crow

To: Neenny who wrote (3365)	2/19/2002 1:54:28 AM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 3937

George Jackson by Bob Dylan I woke up this mornin', There were tears in my bed. They killed a man I really loved Shot him through the head. Lord, Lord, They cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. Sent him off to prison For a seventy-dollar robbery. Closed the door behind him And they threw away the key. Lord, Lord, They cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. He wouldn't take shit from no one He wouldn't bow down or kneel. Authorities, they hated him Because he was just too real. Lord, Lord, They cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. Prison guards, they cursed him As they watched him from above But they were frightened of his power They were scared of his love. Lord, Lord, So they cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. Sometimes I think this whole world Is one big prison yard. Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards. Lord, Lord, They cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. Copyright © 1971 Ram's Horn Music

To: Neenny who wrote (3365)	2/19/2002 1:57:10 AM
From: mr.mark	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 3937

Lenny Bruce by Bob Dylan Lenny Bruce is dead but his ghost lives on and on Never did get any Golden Globe award, never made it to Synanon. He was an outlaw, that's for sure, More of an outlaw than you ever were. Lenny Bruce is gone but his spirit's livin' on and on. Maybe he had some problems, maybe some things that he couldn't work out But he sure was funny and he sure told the truth and he knew what he was talkin' about. Never robbed any churches nor cut off any babies' heads, He just took the folks in high places and he shined a light in their beds. He's on some other shore, he didn't wanna live anymore. Lenny Bruce is dead but he didn't commit any crime He just had the insight to rip off the lid before its time. I rode with him in a taxi once, only for a mile and a half, Seemed like it took a couple of months. Lenny Bruce moved on and like the ones that killed him, gone. They said that he was sick 'cause he didn't play by the rules He just showed the wise men of his day to be nothing more than fools. They stamped him and they labeled him like they do with pants and shirts, He fought a war on a battlefield where every victory hurts. Lenny Bruce was bad, he was the brother that you never had. Copyright © 1981 Special Rider Music

To: Neenny who wrote (3365)	2/19/2002 1:59:48 AM
From: mr.mark	Respond to of 3937

Song to Woody by Bob Dylan I'm out here a thousand miles from my home, Walkin' a road other men have gone down. I'm seein' your world of people and things, Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings. Hey, hey Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song 'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along. Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn, It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born. Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I'm a-sayin' an' a-many times more. I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough, 'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done. Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Leadbelly too, An' to all the good people that traveled with you. Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind. I'm a-leaving' tomorrow, but I could leave today, Somewhere down the road someday. The very last thing that I'd want to do Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too. Copyright © 1962; renewed 1990 MCA