YEH, YEH, we need the rain, YEH, YEH, to wash the trains, Endless nights, Tortured days, Trains of no return.
LO'EL ANI AKRO ANENI AVKA BACHOL LAILO ANENI TEN TAL UMOTOR ANENI HO, ANENI
Don't let them grow again, Oh, no, not again! Don't let them roll again, The trains of no return!
YEH, YEH, we need the rain, YEH, YEH, to wash the trains, Endless nights, Tortured days, Trains of no return.
LO'EL ANI AKRO ANENI, ANENI, ANENI SHAM ZA'AKU KOLOT ANENU BA'ARU OROT ANENU HU LO YESHAKER
KOL HA'OR, KOL HACHOSHE SHE YOFER MIKOL RA'U EICH DIN HA'ELOHIM MOLECH HEM GAM ME VAKSHIM
YEH, YEH, we need the rain, YEH, YEH, to wash the trains, Endless nights, Tortured days, Trains of no return.
Don't let them grow again, Oh, no, not again! Don't let them roll again, The trains of no return! Don't let them grow again, Oh, no, not again! Don't let them roll again, The trains of no return! YEH, YEH, we need the rain...
Red Sector A By Rush
All that we can do is just survive All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive...
Ragged lines of ragged grey Skeletons, they shuffle away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones
I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal -- a heart that cannot feel -- Hoping that the horror will recede Hoping that tomorrow, we'll all be freed
Sickness to insanity Prayer to profanity Days and weeks and months go by Don't feel the hunger -- too weak to cry
I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate Are the liberators here -- do I hope or do I fear? For my father and my brother, it's too late But I must help my mother stand up straight...
Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings to survive?...
Dachau Blues By Captain Beefheart
Dachau blues those poor jews Dachau blues those poor jews Down in Dachau blues, down in Dachau blues Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in world war two's One mad man six million lose Down in Dachau blues down in Dachau blues Dachau blues, Dachau blues those poor jews The world can't forget that misery 'n the young ones now beggin' the old ones please t' stop bein' madmen 'fore they have t' tell their children 'bout the burnin' back in World War Three's War One was balls 'n powder 'n blood 'n snow War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons Danced 'n screamin' 'n dyin' in the ovens Cough 'n smoke 'n dyin' by the dozens Down in Dachau blues Down in Dachau blues Three little children with doves on their shoulders Their eyes rolled back in ecstasy cryin' Please old man stop this misery They're countin' out the devil With two fingers on their hands Beggin' the Lord don't let the third one land On World War Three On World War Three
Ilsa Koch By Woody Guthrie
I'm here in Buchenwald. My number's on my skin. Old Ilsa Koch is here. The prisoners walk the grounds. The hounds have killed a girl. The guards have shot a man. Some more have starved to death. Here comes the prisoner's car. They dump them in the pen. They load them down the schute. The trooper cracks their skulls. He steals their teeth of gold. He shoves them on the belt. He swings that furnace door. He slides their corpses in. I see the chimney smoke. I see their ashes hauled. I see their bones in piles. Lamp shades are made from skins. I'm choking on the smoke. The stink is killing me. Old Ilsy Koch was jailed. Old Ilsy Koch went free. I've got to hush my song. Here comes the super man. I'll see you later on. I've got to duck and run.
Ride, ride 'em jewboy, Ride 'em all around the old corral. I'm, I'm with you boy If I've got to ride six million miles.
Now the smokes from camps are rising See the helpless creatures on their way. Hey, old pal, ain't it surprising How far you can go before you stay.
Don't you let the morning blind ya When on your sleeve you wore the yeller star. Old memories still live behind ya, Can't you see by your outfit who you are.
How long will you be driven relentless 'round the world, The blood in the rhythm of the soul.
Wild ponies all your dreams were broken, Rounded out and made to move along. The loneliness which can't be spoken Just swings a rope and rides inside a song.
Dead limbs play with ringless fingers A melody which burns you deep inside. Oh, how the song becomes the singers, May peace be ever with you as you ride.
How
long will you be driven relentless around the world, The blood in the rhythm of the soul.
In the window candles glowing Remind you that today you are a child, Road ahead, forever rolling, And anything worth cryin' can be smiled.
So ride, ride 'em jewboy, Ride 'em all around the old corral. I'm, I'm with you boy If I've got to ride six million miles.