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Oh once there was a little mouse, and his name was Androcles
He would wander ‘round the countryside, he’d go wherever that he pleased
One day he bounded up a golden mound, you know that nothing gave him pause
‘Til he found that the mound was a sleeping lion, and he’d landed in its paws.
At just that moment the lion awoke and let out a mighty roar
And Androcles said, “Mr. Lion, of you I do implore
If you shoud choose to let me loose I would be grateful ever more,
And some day I’ll pay you back, you’ll see”, that desperate rodent swore.
Well that lion looked at Androcles, and he couldn’t help but laugh
”Don’t you know that I am kind of all that could ever cross my path
You’re free to go, but don’t be slow, because I just might change my mind
And don’t pretend that I would ever need help from a pipsqueak of your kind.”
Well that lion let him loose, and his demise it was forestalled
And Androcles made himself scarce, though he always did recall
The debt he owed when the lion bestowed upon him his release
How he’d pay that lion back befuddled our friend Androcles.
Still one day he roamed the countryside, how that mouse loved to explore
‘Til he heard a sound and his ears pricked up to a most familiar roar
Because upside down, way off the ground, entrapped inside a net
Was the very lion he’d sworn to help, and he never did forget.
Brave Androcles said, “Never fear, for help is on the way!”
He jumped up and he gnawed and he chewed at the rope that held that lion at bay
At last the rope gave way and broke, and the lion he was free
And that grateful lion thanked his stars that he’d released little Androcles.
So let this be a lesson to those currently in command
You might wish to show some mercy even though you rule this land
For the lion may roar and with sharp claws gore, while the mouse can only squeak
Still some day you might find it’s the mouse who’s mighty, and the lion who is meek.
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Some of us wear mittens, some of us wear hats
Some of us wear high heeled shoes, others just wear flats
We get our clothes from shopping malls or off of Goodwill’s racks
For some of us our only clothes are those on our own backs
We’re the ones who fight the fires, we’re the ones who wash the floors.
We’re the ones whose bodies can’t be made to labor anymore
Some of us love to go to work, some get no enjoyment
Some of us struggle to survive on checks from unemployment
We, the people, are the 99%.
We who pay the mortgages, we who pay the rent.
We who live in shelters, or sleep out on the streets,
We who daily choose between nutrition, meds, or heat.
We’re the ones who fight the battles, the soldiers and the vets
We went to school on scholarship, or we’re in eternal debt
We’re high school dropouts, college grads, and those with GEDs
We’re the dwindling middle classes, or we live in poverty
We’re partisans, we just don’t care, or we’re somewhere in between
We’re Democrats, Republicans, Libertarians and Greens
We who occupy the squares, we who cheer them on
We who watch in puzzlement, and we who say it’s wrong
We’ve wondered in bewilderment where all our money went
No bonuses or bailouts, we’re the 99%
We thought we were alone in this for such a long, long time
Now we’re all in this together, we are the 99!
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Bailout, it’s a bailout.
Bailout come, I want to keep my home...
Bailout, give me bailout.
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
Work all my life just to buy this house
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
Make a little home for me family and spouse.
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
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I went to the bank got a sub-prime loan
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
Ballooning payments make me piss and moan.
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
Come Mr. Banker Man, tally up my payment
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
Come Mr. Banker Man, tally up my payment.
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
6 percent, 8 percent, 9 percent more, Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
Variable rate make my payment soar. Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
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It’s 6,000 mortgages bundled in a bunch
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
Housing bubble burst, cause credit crunch.
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
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Capital illiquidity
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
Underwater, lost my equity. Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
You have a 2nd house & the judge give U a break Bailout come, I wanna keep…
If you only got one it’s the bank’s to take.
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
Foreclosing 6 million, 7 m., 8 m. more
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
You pay your rent, they still kick you out the door. Bailout come, I want to keep …
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All those banker dudes they sure are sharp
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
They all took cover underneath a TARP.
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
Merrill Lynch, Countrywide, all the top bananas
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
Too big to fail, so that’s what Geihtner’s plan is.
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
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Bank of America too big to fail
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home...
How come nobody’s got to go to jail?
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home!
Bailout, it’s a bail, it’s a bail, it’s a bailout.
Bailout come, I wanna keep my home... 2x
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When peer reviewed scholarly journals publish studies with research results
The findings of such publications rarely lead to outcry or revolts.
Beyond academic circles, they’re considered abstract or obscure
It’s rare that public discussion of any substance will occur
So when Range, Horn, Viryani and Huber, of the National Academy
Describe Inequity Aversion in Canines, What’s that got to do with you or me?
Canis Familiaris, that’s what the rest of us think as hounds
When the authors of this study completed their work, this is what they found:
Well… You can teach a dog all kinds of games, go fetch, roll over, give a paw,
With a pat, or a smile, or a piece of bread, or a bit of sausage, cooked or raw
But if Rover perceives another canine has been getting an unequal share
He’ll scratch, he’ll yawn, he’ll show distress ‘cause he knows that isn’t fair.
Dogs show inequity aversion when confronted with unequal pay
They’ll look away, they’ll refuse to play, they no longer consent or obey.
Now we humans are a different species, less prone to aversion of gaze
We’re less likely to wag or lick or scratch, but there are those who study our ways
In Sociology’s Annual Review published August of 2009
Richard G. Wilkinson and Kate E. Pickett described their research design
Pooling evidence from peer-reviewed sources, like the Census Bureau and the World Bank
Their published distillation of data, led them to conclude pointblank:
There are countries where folks share the wealth, and those where hoarding riches is the norm
And the social health of all these lands is highly related to the form
Of distribution of resources, the condition of a nation reflects
The gap between the uber-rich and the rest, or the Robin Hood Index
For a wide range of social conditions, the degree of inequality
Is strongly related to outcomes, including murder and teen pregnancy
Cancer, heart disease and addiction, and infant mortality
Aggressive anti-social behavior, as well as obesity
And don’t forget school performance and the rate of insanity
Every one of these circumstances in the end all seem to be
(The) results of economic relations that tolerate a widening gap
Between the wealthiest and the rest of us, it seems to make something snap
And when cortisol levels are rising from the stress of these status based threats
A wide-ranging social dysfunction is the body politic (that) we get
(An) unraveling of the social fabric, (‘cause) inequality alienates
And instead of trust we have a way of life which decays and deteriorates.
Now it’s not like God in heaven, or creatures from some far-off sun
Have decreed that that’s the way things are, and there’s no other way things can be done
So if your boss treats you unfairly, and they work you like a dog
You might want to respond like Fido, and refuse to be another cog
In a system that disrespects you, with inadequate percs or pay
Any critter with a dog’s sense, looks away, won’t play, and won’t obey.
So look away, don’t play, and don’t obey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
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Where are our jobs, essential, sential jobs
All gone to bombs and to bailouts (bailouts)
Wall Street squandered all their wealth, then they stole it back in stealth
Jobs are scarce but bankers get a bonus
Where are our homes, our home sweet home sweet homes
All gone to bombs and to bailouts (bailouts)
Wall Street squandered all their wealth, then they stole it back in stealth
Jobs (loans) are scarce but bankers get a bonus
Where are our pensions, our scrimped and saved for pensions
All gone to bombs and to bailouts (bailouts)
Wall Street squandered all their wealth, then they stole it back in stealth
Jobs are scarce but bankers get a bonus
Where’s our public option, our vaunted public option
All gone to bombs and to bailouts (bailouts)
Wall Street squandered all their wealth, then they stole it back in stealth
Jobs are scarce but bankers get a bonus
Where are our rights, our sacred civil rights
All gone to bombs and to bailouts (bailouts)
Wall Street squandered all their wealth, then they stole it back in stealth
Jobs are scarce but bankers get a bonus
Where is our peace, our precious, precious peace
All gone to bombs and to bailouts (bailouts)
Wall Street squandered all their wealth, then they stole it back in stealth
Jobs are scarce but bankers get a bonus
Where is our change, our, yearned for, hard-earned change
All gone to bombs and to bailouts (bailouts)
Wall Street squandered all their wealth, then they stole it back in stealth
Jobs are scarce but bankers get a bonus
Where is our hope, audacious, dacious hope,
All gone to bombs and to bailouts (bailouts)
Wall Street squandered all their wealth, then they stole it back in stealth
Jobs are scarce but bankers get a bonus
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I know you’re busy, there’s so much you’ve gotta do.
Life makes you dizzy, but still I wish that you’d
Make some time to see me, or call me on the phone
My thoughts of you are dreamy, but still I’m all alone.
Your life’s demanding, you’ve got meetings after work.
I’m understanding, but still these questions lurk.
Is it fear or are you tired? Why do you hesitate?
Do you lack desire, or is there (just) too much (up)on your plate?
We’re good together, we share a common bond,
Birds of a feather, we really get along.
Laughter comes easy whenever you’re around.
Do you just tease me, could this be love we’ve found?
I’m in a tizzy, I don’t know what to do;
My thoughts are schizzy, do I let go or pursue?
Are you the lover I’ve been hoping to find?
Your thoughts are undercover, but still you’re on my mind.
Life makes you dizzy, being all that you can be.
I know you’re busy, please make some time with me!
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Thanks, Pete!
03:35
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He sang “Coming Round the Mountain” to us all. (Thanks Pete)
He sang on/ so many picket lines! (Solidarity!)
The kicked him off the airwaves long ago (Shame, Shame)
He sang in many tongues while he was here (Guantanamero!)
He put Ecclesiastes to a tune (Turn, Turn, Turn!)
He taught We Shall Overcome to Dr. King (Someday!)
He helped clean up the Hudson with a sloop (Heave away!)
We can still sing all together ‘though he’s gone ((Sing along!)
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They lied about the weapons.
They lied about the threat.
They lied about Saddam Hussein.
Do you believe them yet?
They lied about the torture.
They lied about this war.
Their lies unravel day by day
And still they offer more.
They lied about their cronies.
[They] lied ‘bout the corp’rate crimes.
They lied about the Healthcare bill.
They lie time after time.
They lied about the bailouts.
[They] lied ’bout their costs costs
They lie about the profits.
They lie about the loss.}
[They lie ‘bout media bias
To the right wing radio hosts.
They fill the airwaves with hate and bile
And empty claims and boasts.
They lie at the public hearings
And on the UN floor.
Their lies unravel day by day
And still they offer more].
On the Sunday morning programs
They lie to the mainstream press.
In fifteen second sound bites
They cover up their mess.
On the TVs in our living rooms,
On the newspaper’s printed page
Wherever we look to find the news,
Their war of lies is waged.
On the crackly campus channel,
In the blogs and in the zines
We will keep on speaking truth to power
Until the lies are seen.
We will whisper to our neighbors,
We will shout it in this song.
Their lies unravel day by day
They will not endure for long.
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King of the Globe
02:02
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Soldiers for sale or rent, don’t work for any government
Putin can’t find suitable troops
He brought in the Wagner Group
Recruited thugs and thieves from prison cells
Sent to combat, ‘cause, war is hell.
Just a means to an end, my friend, ‘til he’s king of the globe!
Never mind the blood and gore; for special operations,
No one’s keeping score
No laws, they ain’t no fools, don’t follow no UN rules.
You see, all’s fair in love and war, human rights can be ignored
Just a means to an end, my friend, ‘til he’s king of the globe!
Pick any goon from any land,
Give ‘em lethal weapons and cash in hand
For any mission you might name,
And plausibly deny that you’re to blame.
Vlady’s lackeys slay and slaughter
Like when we hired Blackwater
When the crud hit the fan, in Iraq and Afghanistan
Hey, let’s send in cluster bombs; what could possibly go wrong?
Just a means to an end, my friend, ‘til we’re king of the globe!
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Weapons loading, bombs exploding, when will we know peace?
Troops engaging, wars are raging, when will we know peace?
When all are free to say “I love you”, free to question “Why?” and say “No I will not!”
When everyone is sheltered, fed and cared for... Only then will we know peace.
When everyone lives where they choose to, … freely leaving in accordance with their dreams
When all are free from fear of cold or hunger. Only then will we know peace.
Soulful yearning, patient learning, when will we know peace?
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I Make No Promise
02:14
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I make no promise that this song will come together with any kind of reason or rhyme
I make no promise that this melody’s orig’nal… the tune is just provis’nal anyhow
I make no promise I’ll find the inspiration to finish this song on time
I make no promise I will strike the right chord, I make no solemn vow
I make no promise to get my act together, or ever learn to take things in stride
I make no promise to be witty wise or clever, always standing tall, with pride
There’s no promise I’ll relax my hurried mind, cause I’m a worried kinda guy
I make no pledge that I will abide, or that I’ll grow a thicker hide.
I make no promise that we’ll all come together, that our fear and anger will subside (higher)
I make no promise that with hearts light as feathers we’ll find a way to turn the tide.
Do we even notice the costs when profit and loss de-fine success
There’s so much invested, perhaps it’s tiiime to reassess.
Maybe the damage can’t be repaired by politicians or by popes
I make no promise we can build a bridge, that takes us from despair to hope.
I pray that we will build that bridge, to take us from despair to hope.
I Dream a World:
I dream a world where passion and reason embrace and dance together
One taking the lead, then the other, each adding energy and grace.
A world in balance, gyroscopic,
Leaning left, leaning right, teetering but never toppling.
I dream a world where hurt and anger are soothed into comfort
Where injustice prompts action, compassion and healing
Where doubt is met with love and hope, and is led to newfound trust
Where humor expands hearts and never diminishes souls
Where wisdom dissolves fear, and flows towards courage
Where community breaks through the barriers of isolation and loneliness.
I dream a world where secrets and lies come out into the light of truth
Where colors blend together or stand out boldly,
Never blurring or obscuring each other.
Where all get their due, the many and the few,
Where we do onto others, each according to their ability, so that everyone has enough.
I dream a world where we gather in sanctuaries, not in fortresses
Where swords turn to plowshares,
Where we share visions, creativity and care
Meeting people’s needs, without feeding their greed.
I dream a world I’ve never known, but briefly glimpsed from the mountaintop,
In the cherishing of the ones we love, and the kindness shown to strangers.
One hand stretching for ever higher ground,
The other reaching out to give a boost to those below.
I dream a world of “I” and “Thou”, not of “Us or Them”,
Where touch comes only when desired
Where anger is respected and heard out,
Neither fed nor silenced.
A world where the hearth warms us without engulfing us in flames.
I dream a world where passion and reason embrace and dance together
Firmly rooted in the ground, yet treading light as feathers
First one leads and then the other, with energy and grace.
And I’ll follow any path I find to lead us to that place.
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Sandy Pliskin
Early childhood educator and therapist; member, People's Music Network and Children's Music Network; activist for peace, economic and climate justice.
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