Call it peace or call it treason / call it love or call it reason / but I ain't marching anymore
So good to be alive when the eulogies are read.
The truest protest is beauty.
A protest song is a song that's so specific that you cannot mistake it for bullshit.
The only way to Cuba is with the CIA.
Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.