I feel like there are lots of parallels between the eighties and now (recession/inflation, yuppies/inequality, skin-heads/fascists, hot-cold wars etc.) but there used to be protest music! Where is that stuff now? Music that’s intelligent and outraged - like we should be!

I’m out of touch now, so if it exists, educate me! Or have the protest songs been removed from tiktok by the Police, Crime, Sentencing and Courts Act (UK specific, but suppression of protest seems to be everywhere)? (I’ve linked to the Levellers - maybe it really was better back in the day?)

edit: Maybe not the right audience, but if the song is old enough to vote then I might already know it! What’s happening now? Any songs from the last 10 years!

edit: Thanks for everyone’s insights. I’ve spent the day discovering music that I’d never have found otherwise. Really enjoying a load of these, but thanks to everyone! It seems like protest music is confined to certain genres/places, and lots of older songs - maybe they just last longer… which is maybe a little interesting.

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    10 months ago

    Tyler Childers - Long Violent History

    It’s the worst that it’s been since the last time it happened It’s happening again right in front of our eyes There’s updated footage, wild speculation Tall tales and hearsay and absolute lies

    Been passed off as factual, when actually the actual Causes they’re awkwardly blocking the way Keeping us all from enjoyin’ our evening Shoving its roots through the screens in our face

    Now, what would you get if you heard my opinion Conjecturin’ on matters that I ain’t never dreamed In all my born days as a white boy from Hickman Based on the way that the world’s been to me?

    It’s called me belligerent, it’s took me for ignorant But it ain’t never once made me scared just to be Could you imagine just constantly worryin’ Kickin’ and fightin’, beggin’ to breathe?

    How many boys could they haul off this mountain Shoot full of holes, cuffed and layin’ in the streets ‘Til we come into town in a stark ravin’ anger Looking for answers and armed to the teeth?

    Thirty-ought-sixes, Papaw’s old pistol How many, you reckon, would it be, four or five? Or would that be the start of a long, violent history Of tucking our tails as we try to abide?

    Or would that be the start of a long, violent history Of tucking our tails as we try to abide?