Archive for the ‘Weekend Music Enjoyment’ Category

Well I do. I was a bum then and I will be a bum until the day I die. But you know what the Capitalist, the cop, the corporations are bigger and meaner and the most nasty parasites on the face of the earth. So for this weekend enjoy being a bum, outside this dirty rotten system. For our weekend music enjoyment series let’s listen to Barbara Dane sing a reworked old IWW song, “Hallelujah, I’m a Bum.”

Kent State songs:… A collection of Vietnam War songs by Barbara Dane and GI’s, called “FTA! Songs of the GI Resistance” (1970). It included the song “Hallelujah, I’m a Bum” – this was a response to Nixon’s comment on 30 April 1970 (just before the Kent State shooting) when he spoke at the Pentagon, saying “you see these bums, you know, blowing up the campuses”. The Washington Post ran the headline “Nixon denounces campus ‘bums’ who burn books”, while the New York Times declared that “Nixon puts ‘bums’ label on some college radicals”. A father of one of those killed at Kent State later told a reporter that “My child was not a bum”. “Oh bums of the earth, you’ve got nothing to loose But the chains and the tear gas, the Dick Nixon blues Hallelujah, I’m a Bum, hallelujah, who are you?… When he first called us bums, didn’t know what he meant But the guards defined it on the campus at Kent… Well power corrupts, we know that by heart But you got to admit Nixon had a head start… Well, some say his name Is slippery Dick Well I guess he is no bum, be he sure is some (dick)”

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We got to have peace, Curtis Mayfield.


We got to have peace
To keep the world alive
And war to cease

We got to have joy
True in our hearts
With strength we can’t destroy

People hear us
Through our voice the world knows
There’s no choice

for the full lyrics go to HERE.

Still we cry out, we got to have peace. This song is from 1971 and needs to be played and sung over and over again in these dreadful times. We got to have peace. We’re begging to save the children The little ones, Who just don’t understand, we got to have peace.  We may sound old fashion here but we don’t care. We may look like back in the day but that’s too bad. When we look at the pictures of war torn areas of the world we know one thing. We got to have peace. When we look at the terror on the children, mothers and fathers faces we know that war is wrong. We are not ashamed to say it and we will say it again and again. We are not ashamed to show it and we will show it again and again. We know no matter what war is wrong and it will be always wrong no matter what anyone says and no matter what anyone uses as an excuse for it.

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Dedicated to our comrades in Socialist Action, Party for Socialism and Liberation, Freedom Socialist Party and all others.  Keep it flying here in these troubled times.

Take a listen to a wonderful song written and sung by Otis Gibbs, The People’s Day Will Come. This song gives us a promise but to fill that promise to the brim we must continue to fight back. Continue to fight back against this regime in DC and their plans. We must fully realize that they will not give up without a fight and that they have many thugs in the street that must be fought off. YES we can and we will organize.

The People’s Day Will Come

Otis Gibbs

Have you been to jail for justice? I want to shake your hand.

It Isn’t Nice to block the door way it isn’t nice to go to jail.

A beautiful song sung by Odetta and a reminder, do not despair, we gotta walk those roads to Paths of Victory.

We don’t care all that much for the video but listening with our eyes closed is a great pleasure.

Just change the names in Phil’s introduction and you’ve got it.

The Ringing of Revolution

Phil Ochs

We add this just as a reminder. Madame Defarge speaking in Book 2, Chapter 2 Still Knitting  in A Tale of Two Cities, had this to say to her husband:

“It does not take a long time,” said madame, “for an earthquake to swallow a town. Eh well! Tell me how long it takes to prepare the earthquake?” “A long time, I suppose,” said Defarge.

“But when it is ready, it takes place, and grinds to pieces everything before it. In the meantime, it is always preparing, though it is not seen or heard. That is your consolation. Keep it.”

“I tell thee,” said madame, extending her right hand, for emphasis, “that although it is a long time on the road, it is on the road and coming. I tell thee it never retreats, and never stops. I tell thee it is always advancing. Look around and consider the lives of all the world that we know, consider the faces of all the world that we know, consider the rage and discontent to which the Jacquerie addresses itself with more and more of certainty every hour. Can such things last? Bah! I mock you.”

Perhaps as both said we may not see the triumph but we will have helped it.