If music doesn't come from windows, you know that something's definitely wrong

I have not had the bandwidth for a music post since the internet went totally to ass (the bandwidth is not a metaphor), but I gritted my teeth tonight and waited the ridiculous two hours to upload twelve music files. These are some of the songs that have been rotating on and off in my head since the election in more or less the order in which they occurred to me. I'm going to bed.

Phil Ochs, "Another Age"

And they'll coach you in the classroom that it cannot happen here
But it has happened here

Concrete Blonde, "Everybody Knows"

Everybody knows the boat is sinking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody's got this broken feeling
Like their mama or their dog just died

Globelamp, "Breathing Ritual"

Burning wicker, burning wax
Twilight, no-light, midnight is coming

The Mountain Goats, "Up the Wolves"

I'm going to bribe the officials
I'm going to kill all the judges
It's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage

Pamela Means, "Maybe You Should"

My stomach's waging war with me
My scars resemble memory
I told you what's the matter, but you don't believe the answer
Now why should any woman ever be afraid?

The Ramones, "Bonzo Goes to Bitburg"

You're a politician
Don't become one of Hitler's children

The Dead Milkmen, "Anthropology Days"

A little lesson in history
This is a little song just to fire you up
So the next time you meet an idiot
You'll remember to tell them to shut the fuck up

Phil Ochs, "Love Me, I'm a Liberal"

The people of old Mississippi
Should all hang their heads in shame
Now I can't understand how their minds work
What’s the matter, don't they watch Les Crane?
But if you ask me to bus my children
I hope the cops take down your name

bonus '94 update: Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon, "Love Me, I'm a Liberal"

But when it comes to terrorist Arabs
There's no one more red, white, and blue

Jolie Holland, "Alley Flowers"

Zora Neale Hurston told her story
And they kicked her out of New York City
Just like Jesus Christ in Galilee

Michael Alpert et al., "Zog nit keynmol az du geyst dem letstn veg"

דאָס ליד געשריבן איז מיט בלוט, און ניט מיט בלײַ
ס׳איז ניט קיין לידל פֿון אַ פֿויגל אויף דער פֿרײַ
דאָס האָט אַ פֿאָלק צווישן פֿאַלנדיקע ווענט
דאָס ליד געזונגען מיט נאַגאַנעס אין די הענט

This song was written with blood and not with lead
It's not the little song of a free bird
It was a people among fallen walls
That sang this song with pistols in their hands

Talking Heads, "Sax and Violins"

And we are criminals that never broke no laws