I’ve come to realize that my political philosophy and hopes are best represented by one of the great unknown rock and roll songs, Undefeated by Little Steven and the Disciples of Soul. The song appeared on their 1983 record, Voice of America, which was one of the most explicitly political rock and roll albums after the death of the ’60s and a clear inspiration for bands like Rage Against the Machine.
Steven went far further lyrically than his part-time employer, Bruce Springsteen was really comfortable doing until the last few years, but he also stayed true to rock and roll muscially; VOA is full of Van Zandt’s blasting guitars and angry vocals, nearly danceable drumming from Dino Danelli and bass lines that pulse and groove supplied by Jean Beauvoir. 25 years on I still listen to the whole album and wonder what might have been if our boy went into politics instead of playing second fiddle to a TV gangster.
Here are the lyrics, copyright 1983 Steven Van Zandt:
Your love is so precious baby
So precious to me now
I got a thousand miles behind me
And a thousand more to go somehow
And there ain’t no peace with honor baby
No matter what you hear
Ain’t no peace with honor baby
Until we disappear
Don’t call yourself a patriot
Not with that gun in your hand
There’s only one way out of here I understand
Undefeated, everybody goes home
I got your picture close to me
I touch it when I’m scared at night
I want your picture to be
the last thing I ever see in my life
And I ain’t got no time for your pity
I got no more words to say
And you don’t know what you care about
Until it’s blown away
Don’t call yourself religious
Not with that knife in your hand
And there’s only one way out of here
I understand
That is
Undefeated, everybody goes home
There’s never been more distance baby
Keeping us apart
There’s an ocean, there’s a desert
There’s a hole right through my heart
I hope you can remember me
I might be gone to stay
I might be here forever
Fighting here forever baby
Until we’re
Undefeated, everybody goes home