From sciww Thu Jun 16 04:20:13 1994 Received: from localhost by fido.wps.com (8.6.5/wps.com-hackery) id VAA25836; Wed, 15 Jun 1994 21:20:12 -0700 From: sciww (Santa Cruz IWW) Message-Id: <199406160420.VAA25836@wps.com> Subject: songs for us To: Vad@fido.wps.com Date: Wed, 15 Jun 1994 21:20:12 -0700 (PDT) Cc: deke@fido.wps.com X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Length: 2770 Status: OR You Can Lie In the Sky When You Die (To the tune of Pie In the Sky) words by Anarchist Anne and Emma Flynn Well the Council comes out Tuesday nights Trying to limit our constitutional rights And when asked about somewhere to sleep They will answer in voices so sweet: You will sleep, bye and bye On that glorious park bench in the sky, way up high Work and shop, (work and shop) till you drop And you can lie in the sky when you die. Well the council wants things to be nice But the poor here are paying the price And when asked about somewhere to sit Council has a hysterical fit You can sit bye and bye On that golden sidewalk in the sky (way up high) it'll be okay to sit someday You can lie in the sky when you die Well some think that just asking for bread Warrants police to beat on your head And when asked "Hey can you spare a dime...?" they will answer, "In time yes in time..." We'll spare a dime, bye and bye In that great commercial district in the sky But till that day Get out of my way You can lie in the sky when you die Well the Council they tend to forget The recession is not over yet And the merchants hold poor folk to blame To the homeless they sing this refrain: You will sleep bye and bye On that glorious park bench in the sky (way up high) Work and shop (work and shop) till you drop And you can lie in the sky when you die. The 'Flip and Arrogant ' Ballad of Mike Rotkin By Anarchist Anne and Emma Flynn (To the tune of "Mister Block" by Joe Hill) Now here's a tragic story, although it isn't new About a man elected by votes from me and you We thought he was a radical-- the liberals thoughtso too But he just helped push anti-homeless ordinances through Oh, they want to create A downtown police state. . . Chorus Oh, Mister Mike, what has happened to you? You make me blue Can it be true? Just take a look at the people you're trying to screw Maybe soon you'll be on the streets too! The City Council meeting took place one frigid night The walls were lined with police, the Council's hired might Two dozen business owners said that it wasn't nice To daily see the poverty our country calls a "vice" "The beggars they must go,These laws will make it so. . ." Chorus Oh Mike he cut discussion; he said he'd heard it all Though the line of speakers still extended to the hall The Council then proceeded to have its private talk About the proper place to sit and stand and lie and walk And Mike without a pause, He voted for those laws. . . Chorus Mike finally got defensive, a lecture he did spout But radical credentials weren't enough to bail him out He says if we don't like it, for office we should run But Mike got in and he sold out, he's not the only one Oh it's easy to see through this liberal fantasy! From sciww Tue Jul 5 00:31:11 1994 Received: from localhost by fido.wps.com (8.6.5/wps.com-hackery) id RAA04291; Mon, 4 Jul 1994 17:31:11 -0700 From: sciww (Santa Cruz IWW) Message-Id: <199407050031.RAA04291@wps.com> Subject: Masterbate & Smash the State To: deke (Deke Motif Nihilson) Date: Mon, 4 Jul 1994 17:31:10 -0700 (PDT) Cc: sciww (Santa Cruz IWW) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Length: 933 Status: OR Masterbate and Smash the State, by Phil Free Well, I hear they're raising taxes... Well, the fact is, we've only blood and sweat. And the fact is that if we just sit back and take it, they will take all they can get. : Masterbate and Smash the State! It'll be so great! I just can't wait. Masterbate and Smash the State before it's too late. 'Cause day by day they bind us with their values, horrific views on the T.V. Binding us in fear to the dollar, freedom grows smaller, still we can see. 'Cause day by day they sell away the forest, and they ignore us when we speak our mind. But some of us will still refuse to see it, and disagree, choose to be blind. It's time to grab a-hold of what they cannot take away although they keep on trying each and every day! Give it one big stroke for all of humankind! Don't give it more than one, or else we will go blind. (c) 1993 by Phil Free From sciww Tue Jul 5 00:32:37 1994 Received: from localhost by fido.wps.com (8.6.5/wps.com-hackery) id RAA04305; Mon, 4 Jul 1994 17:32:37 -0700 From: sciww (Santa Cruz IWW) Message-Id: <199407050032.RAA04305@wps.com> Subject: Resist Locally To: deke (Deke Motif Nihilson) Date: Mon, 4 Jul 1994 17:32:37 -0700 (PDT) X-Mailer: ELM [version 2.4 PL23] MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Length: 1263 Status: OR Resist Locally, by Phil Free She flies into the setting sun above the tallest tree looking for a nesting ground to feed her family. Her children need no food today, Big Creek's hauled the trees away. It looks as if the sun will surely set on her today. But I'll never forget the marbled murrelet, or the ones that plundered and pillaged her demise. I'll always be wary of Bud McCrary. Turn a deaf ear to his lies! Mountain lions in Gray Whale once roamed wild and free 'till men like Ron Yanke came to cut down every tree. to rape, to toil, to burn the soil in search of paper green. Of all his evils in this world the worst of his is greed. And I always will resist a world that comes to this. and ecosacrifice to make a buck. And men like Ron Yuppie, a warped, misguided puppy; a man badly in need of a fuck. And the life of the spotted owl grows shorter every day, since Chuckie Hurwitz came to town to haul its world away. To rob, to steal, to cut a deal; his kind makes me sick. He would sell away his mother's soul to make up for his little prick. And I never will give in or stop calling it a sin, to mow down life for paper deity. I'll have something to say about selling life away, trying to possess what's wild and free. (c) 1993 by Phil Free