Follow the Drinking Gourd / The Weavers

Follow the Drinking Gourd / The Weavers

Chorus

Follow the drinking gourd,

Follow the drinking gourd,

For the old man is a-waiting for to carry you to freedom,

Follow the drinking gourd.

Verse 1

When the sun comes back and the first quail calls,

Follow the drinking gourd.

The old man is a waiting for to carry you to freedom,

Follow the drinking gourd.

Chorus

Verse 2

Now the river bank makes a mighty good road,

The dead trees will show you the way.

Left foot, peg foot, traveling on,

Follow the drinking gourd.

Chorus

Verse 3

Now the river ends between two hills,

Follow the drinking gourd.

There’s another river on the other side,

Follow the drinking gourd.

Chorus

Home of the Brave / Naked Raygun

Naked Raygun / Home of the Brave

Starin’ off in… to the night
She picks up her dreams and her bags
“I’m off to a place where life’s right”
Jeanie walks out on the home of the brave

He picks up his boots from the dust
Knocks out the dirt on the ground
Wonders about his life… and he cussed
Stu wonders what his parents had found

Broken dreams and promises
These are the things they have and hold
A country that even…
Persecuted the Weavers
Did you ever see the Weavers?

Chickenshit Conformist / Dead Kennedys

Chickenshit Conformist / Dead Kennedys

Punk’s not dead
It just deserves to die
When it becomes another stale cartoonA close-minded, self-centered social club
Ideas don’t matter
It’s who you know

If the music’s gotten boring
It’s because of the people who want everyone to sound the same
Who drive the bright people out of our so-called scene
Till all that’s left is a meaningless fad

Hardcore formulas are dogshit
Change and caring are what’s real
Is this a state of mind
Or just another label

The joy and hope of an alternative
Have become its own cliché
A hairstyle’s not a lifestyle
Imagine Sid Vicious at 35

Who needs a scene
Scared to love and to feel
Judging everything
By loud fast rules appeal

Who played last night?
“I don’t know, I forgot.
But diving off the stage Was a lot of fun.”

[CHORUS]
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
So eager to please
Peer pressure decrees
Make the same old mistakes
Again and again,
Chickenshit conformist
Like your parents

What’s ripped us apart even more than drugs
Are the thieves and the goddamn liars
Ripping people off when they share their stuff
When someone falls are there any friends?

Harder core than thou for a year or two
Then it’s time to get a real job
Others stay home; it’s no fun to go out
When the gigs are wrecked by gangs and thugs

When the thugs form bands, look who gets record deals
From New York metal labels looking to scam
Who sign the most racist queer-bashing bands they can find
To make a buck revving kids up for war

Walk tall, act small
Only as tough as gang approval
Unity is bullshit
When it’s under someone’s fat boot

Where’s the common cause
Too many factions
Safely sulk in their shells
Agree with us on everything
Or we won’t help with anything
That kind of attitude
Just makes a split grow wider

Guess who’s laughing while the world explodes
When we’re all crybabies
Who fight best among ourselves

[CHORUS]

That farty old rock and roll attitude’s back
“It’s competition, man, we wanna break big.”
Who needs friends when the money’s good
That’s right, the ’70s are back.

Cock-rock metal’s like a bad laxative
It just don’t move me, ya know?
The music’s OK when there’s more ideas than solos
Do we really need the attitude too?

Shedding thin skin too quickly
As a fan it disappoints me
Same old stupid sexist lyrics
Or is Satan all you can think of?

Crossover is just another word
For lack of ideas
Maybe what we need
Are more trolls under the bridge

Will the metalheads finally learn something-
Or will the punks throw away their education?

No one’s ever the best
Once they believe their own press
“Maturing” don’t mean rehashing
Mistakes of the past

[CHORUS]

The more things change
The more they stay the same
We can’t grow
When we won’t criticize ourselves

The ’60s weren’t all failure
It’s the ’70s that stunk
As the clock ticks we dig the same hole

Music scenes ain’t real life
They won’t get rid of the bomb
Won’t eliminate rape
Or bring down the banks

Any kind of real change
Takes more time and work
Than changing channels on a TV set

[CHORUS]

KKK March Gets a Soundtrack

KKK Gets a Soundtrack (posted by Irina Bella on Youtube)

Original Video Removed

I saw this on WGN 9 Morning News this morning and had to post this on my site. This is a master display of semiotics at work.

My Move-On.Org Petition

http://petitions.moveon.org/sign/responsible-fuel-and?source=c.em&r_by=12857311
This is a petition designed to take advantage of the freeing up of domestic oil reserves enacted by President Bush. Among his arguably dubious actions while in office, this action has had the fortunate effect of undermining dangerous oil regimes such as Russian President Putin’s. By reducing global demand, the cost of oil per barrel has been brought down to a level which has put pressure on oil based economies and their often oppressive governing regimes. Such a trend, if pressed to continue, could force such nations to abandon adventurism in foreign affairs and force the development of domestic industries which would encourage the growth of a professional class, that is, a middle-class educated and capable of playing a greater role in their own governance. A role, no doubt, which would eschew the sending of their children into military engagements; a role which would press for greater employment and educational opportunities in their own societies; a role which would stifle a dangerous political power-vacuum at the lowest levels of the society–the likes of which, on which, oppressive regimes thrive.

Domestically, an increased fuel tax would at once create revenues to create jobs planning, repairing and rebuilding our aging infrastructure, curtail irresponsible consumption habits, while preventing oil companies from raising fuel prices to achieve again record industry profits–not to mention the potential for favorable environmental effects. Also, by raising the fuel tax we could encourage the end of pillaging and exploitation of vulnerable communities too weak economically and politically to protect themselves from the arrival of mega-manufacturing operations which can set up anywhere in the poorest most remote places because cheap shipping costs give them access to markets across the globe, and much more easily across the country. We could encourage the growth of a diaspora of manufacturing, reviving small towns with smaller operations easier for the local politicians and citizenry to bargain with for fair employment practices, in an effort on behalf of these manufacturers to defray shipping costs. Such a trend could be aided by interstate shipping taxes.
Finally, such a move would knock lobbying interests opposed to a comprehensive rail system “Great Works” improvement program back on their heels. Bring the fight to them! Force them to innovate rather than waste the resources of our economy, their profits, on lobbying to keep things the way they are despite the unreasonableness of their antiquated strategies and interests. Change is not going to come from those with money and power, it must come from those of us who can see what is going on and are capable of acting thoughtfully in the interests of our own fate and future.

Sign the petition: Responsible Fuel and Infrastructure Policy.

The Smiths / Unhappy Birthday

The Smiths / Unhappy Birthday

I’ve come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I’ve come to wish you an unhappy birthday
Because you’re evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(but I won’t cry)
Loved and lost
And some may say
When usuallly its Nothing
Surely you’re happy
It should be this way?
I say “No, I’m gonna kill my dog”
And: “May the lines sag heavy
And deep tonight XXX”
I’ve come to wish you an unhappy birthday
I’ve come to wish you an unhappy birthday
Becasue you’re evil
And you lie
And if you should die
I may feel slightly sad
(But I won’t cry)
Loved and lost
Some people say
When usually its Nothing
Surely you’re happy
It should be this way?
I said “No”
And then I shot myself
So, drink, drink, drink
And be ill tonight
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
From the one you left behind
XXXXXXXXX

March Against Violence, ‘I Stand for Peace’ Campaign… Fishbone / In the Air & Movement in the Light

March Against Violence, ‘I Stand for Peace’ Campaign…

http://abc7chicago.com/news/youth-for-peace-marchers-take-stand-against-violence/767884/

Fishbone / In the Air & Movement in the Light

“In The Air”

It’s not the liars that can set your free
It’s not the riches that you can’t foresee
No, it’s not the monkey or the LSD
It’s not the powers that be

It’s always in the air
It’s always in the air
And it always will be there
It’s always in the air

It’s not decisions made in city halls
It’s not amusement parks or shopping malls
No, it’s not the preachers when the tower falls
It’s not the manipulated laws

[Repeat chorus]

It’s in the answer no one ever knows….
It’s in the orphan children no one chose….

“Movement In The Light”

There’s a path for you and I to follow
For our goals aren’t always in our sight
But now you’ve come to dread and fear tomorrow
Were your dreams killed in your sleep last night?
Fight for what is right…
Pray for a movement in the light

Some are slaves to Rhyme, Wit and Reason
Some are slave to all of what they hear
To sing a different song is outright treason
Is the price of freedom what they fear?
This cannot be right…
Pray for the movement in the light

Hey…Hey…There’s a light to guide the way
Hey…Hey…The light has brought another day

For you and I should ever come together
Turn away the hatred in your heart
For we should find a peace to last forever
Find the peace no man can tear apart
May all the world unite
Pray for the movement in the light

 

 

 

March against Violence, Chicago 2015 // 7 Seconds / Spread & Walk Together, Rock Together

March Against Violence in Chicago yesterday…

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http://america.aljazeera.com/articles/2014/12/31/hold-hold-chicagoantiviolenceactiviststaketostreetsinchicago.html

7 Seconds / Spread

I grew up with love and affection
Know what it means to spread that infection.
No matter waht may stand in my way.
This energy within, it guides me day by day.
At times when I feel there is no way out.
I’ll bitch. cry. moan. whine. scream and shout.
But what I’d like to see in the world most today.
We’ve got to SPREAD IT! SPREAD IT!
Now I know you must be thinking
There is something wrong.
How could I have the nerve.
To write this song.
Well. it’s like I’ve got this feeling.
Stripped away of pride.
A crazy mixed up feeling.
That I just can’t hide
Emotion is this great thing.
We’ve all got it. let it show.
If u can share emotion.
Then by all means let me know.
And if we wanna make a better world today.
SPREAD IT! SPREAD IT! THIS WORLD OVER! GO!!

Read more: 7 Seconds – Spread Lyrics | MetroLyrics

7 Seconds / Walk Together, Rock Together

It’s Not The Way We Look
It’s Not Our Stance Our Style Our Hair
Forget Those Stupid Barriers
Take Down That Flag You Wear
Just People Living On
With Different Hearts And Different Minds
If We Live In The Same World
Why Can’t We Stand In The Same Line

If We Can Walk Together
Why Can’t We Rock Together

No I Dont Care
If Your Into Different Bands
No Cause For Such Hatred
I’m Just A Different Man
Pull Off The Cover I Will Too
And Learn TO Understand
With Music Deep Inside
We’ll Make World Our Unity Plan

If We Can Walk Together
Why Can’t We Rock Together

A Label Is A Label
Ddefinition, Nothing More
And Because Of Labels We Have Placed
We Live In Constant War
Destory All That Tradition
And Live Before You Die
Lets Rock Together From Now On
And Never Be Denied