Soundtrack for OccupyVancouver

Bandanna and Egypt Flag at OccupyVancouver Wednesday Oct 19

UPDATE: you can add your own suggestions as YouTube videos in the comments: just leave the URL on its own line and walla! Instant video comment!

A wise man once said, or maybe it was me, that the only credible death threats at Occupy Vancouver are against the DJ, and anyone who’s heard the stuff he plays can understand why. It’s both hilarious and tragic that the Occupy movement has unhesitatingly ceded control of its soundscape to the person who owns the sound equipment on that basis alone. Ah, the 1% exist in any bellcurve, and it’s consistently appalling to me the way the 99% voluntarily subjugate themselves to it. Yes, the guy who owns the means of sound production is by default the DJ and it seems nobody has the power to eject him from this role, audible lack of talent notwithstanding. Minor keys and electronic drones; really, isn’t this the stuff they used to make Noriega surrender? I defy anyone NOT on psychoactive substances to actually assert that they enjoy this stuff. In fact, I don’t think there’s enough E in the world to make it fun, empowering, or uplifting. And not enough foam earplugs in the world to make it endurable; when you start praying for the drum circle to start, you KNOW something’s gone badly wrong.

So herewith are a few uplifting, enraging, inspiring, and even danceable tunes for Occupy Vancouver to assist in getting the dander (and other things) up, getting the blood (of the corporations) flowing, and drowning out that godforsaken DJ.

You’re welcome.

UPDATE: how could I forget the startlingly precocious Ta’kaiya Blaney from right here at Occupy Vancouver, singing her own composition, Earth Revolution? Corrected. This kid is performing this weekend at TEDxSFU, so I hear.

UPDATE: Here’s a playlist from MessicanicRebel on 8Track:

The gorgeous and shockingly talented Mylene Farmer, from Quebec and France, singing Fuck Them All (lyrics in the linked post):

That’s the song that generally starts my day. If that goth-femme empowerment anthem doesn’t quite do it for you, try something a little stronger, namely:

Rage Against the Machine doing Wake Up, with one of the best slideshow fan-made videos in all of YouTube. Yes,
Anger is a gift.

I find it hilariously ironic that this video is, at 5 million plus views, so popular that it now has ads prefacing it.

WAKE UP

Come on!
Uggh!

Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I’ll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin’ with the fury that they had in ’66
And like E-Double I’m mad
Still knee-deep in the system’s shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I’ll give ya a dose
But it’ll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
‘Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin’ people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Yeah!
Yeah, back in this…
Wit’ poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin’ dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
‘Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I’m like takin’ photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin’ people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!

I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

‘He may be a real contender for this position should he
abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
of non-violence…and embrace black nationalism’
‘Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers…And neutralize them,
neutralize them, neutralize them’

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

How long? Not long, cause what you reap is what you sow

All woken up now? Great! Do you feel like working off some of that energy in a holistic, non-violent way? Good for you. Now is the time at #OccupyVancouver when we dance…with Tina Arena!

Yes, it’s cute and poppy, but peppy Aussie Tina Arena‘s hit Now I Can Dance is also an empowering anthem that all marginalized people can identify with (especially if they like to dance with trombone hats on their heads). It’s for anyone who’s transcended the box that the world has tried to put them in.
We are all the anti-Maru!

Now I Can Dance

So I hope this finds you well
Sun is shining down eastern valley ways
There’s some news I need to tell you
Give my Mother a kiss
Tell her I’m ok
I recall her words
“If it’s too easy
It never lasts
I have compromised
But I’m finally free of the past
Now I can dance
Clouds have all disappeared
Freedom
I hold so dear
Cause nobody knows me here
Though I can only imagine the sadness
In your eyes
Please understand
Now I can dance
All alone the other night
I came to realise we’d be friends for life
It was always meant to be
For some people the heavens can get it so right
Like an angel you see
You have graciously offered a hand
You’d be so proud of me
Now I’m finally taking a stand
Now I can dance
Clouds have all disappeared
Freedom
I hope so dear
Cause nobody knows me here
Though I can only imagine the sadness
In your eyes
Please understand
Now I can dance
Now I can dance
Now I can dance
Clouds have all disappeared
Freedom
I hope so dear
Cause nobody knows me here
Though I can only imagine the sadness
you eyes
Please understand
Now I can dance
Though I can only imagine the sadness
In your eyes
Please understand
Now I can dance
So I hope this finds you well
Sun is shining down eastern valley ways
So good
Be free
Can dance and laugh and just be me
So good
Be free
The clouds above have disappeared

God knows, I’m allergic to hipsters and hipster music (this is what hobbits would sound like if they could wrap their legs around a cello without splitting in two), but a true movement must be truly Of Its Time, and this version of the Clash’s Guns of Brixton by Canadian hipster band Arcade Fire is a uniquely 21st Century fusion of classic revolutionary ideas, a violent revolutionary anthem, and contemporary understated resistance, an iron hand in the velvet fingerless glove.

On the hurdy-gurdy and the trigger.

As I’ve said elsewhere:

this particular iteration of this particular song is the great protest anthem of our time. We’re not as raw as The Clash, but our riots aren’t just Quiet: they’re silent, but for the clicking of keys on an iMac. Vaguely apologetic but inexorable, conscious of the past and very much aware of this moment in history, twee, precious, metrosexual but somehow effective nonetheless; yup, this is us, right here, right now.

The Guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, Guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin’
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh-the guns of Brixton

When they kick out your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was survivin’
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you’ll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

And now that we’re in a mellower mood, here’s a pretty little thing for the anti-vivisectionists who I know have a strong presence at Occupy Vancouver: Mylene Farmer again (can you ever get enough of the Madonna of Europe?) doing Si j’avais au moins.

Si J’avais Au Moins English/French lyrics

Qui n’a connu
Douleur immense
N’aura qu’un aperçu
Du temps
L’aiguille lente
Qu’il neige ou vente
L’omniprésente
Souligne ton absence
Partout

Who has not experienced
Immense pain
Will only have a glimpse
Of time
The slow needle
Whether it snows or is windy
The omnipresent
Emphasizes your abscence
Everywhere

Qui n’a connu
L’instable règne
Qui n’a perdu
Ne sait la peine
Plus de réserve, du tout
Ni dieu, ni haine, s’en fout
Plus de superbe, j’ai tout
D’une peine…
Un enténèbrement

Who hasn’t known
The unstable reign
Who hasn’t lost
Doesn’t know sorrow
No more reserves, at all
Neither God nor hatred gives a damn
More superb
I have everything from sorrow
A darkening

Si j’avais au moins
Revu ton visage
Entrevu au loin
Le moindre nuage
Mais c’est à ceux
Qui se lèvent
Qu’on somme « d’espoir »
Dont on dit qu’ils saignent
Sans un au revoir, de croire
Et moi pourquoi j’existe
Quand l’autre dit je meurs
Pourquoi plus rien n’agite
Ton cœur …

If I had at least
Seen your face again
Glimpsed in the distance
The lesser cloud
But it belongs to those who are raised
As we summon some “hope”
Of which we say that they’re bleeding
Without a “goodbye” to believe
And why do I exist
When the other says I’m dying
Why does nothing more trouble
Your heart…

Tous mes démons
Les plus hostiles
Brisent les voix
Les plus fragiles
De tous mes anges
Les plus dévoués
Et moi l’étrange paumée
Fiancée à l’enténèbrement…

All my Demons, the most hostile
Breaking voices, the most fragile
Of all my Angels
The most devout,
And I, the lost stranger
Betrothed to gloom

And let’s not forget our roots; the people who invented Occupy: no, not Adbusters! They weren’t on this until July! I’m talking about those masked men and women, the wearers of the black suit and tie… not that guy.

This guy.

United as one divided by zero

United as one divided by zero

Note that even Miss Manners now recognizes “Guys” as unisex, so this is not only inclusive but technically correct. It matters. FACT.

And what enjoyable, uplifting musical interlude suitable to popping, locking, and/or protesting can possibly be brought to you by the world’s most famous, best-dressed Hive Mind? I’ll give you a choice of two!

This dubstep remix of “Hackers on Steroids“:

Or this hard-driving metal classic:

I’d be willing to bet money nobody’s played that last video.

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55 thoughts on “Soundtrack for OccupyVancouver

  1. Lyrics:

    if there ever was a time, it would be now
    is all I’m saying
    if there ever was a time to get on your feet
    and take it to the street
    cause you’re the one who’s getting played right now
    by the game they’re playing
    come on meet me down at Zuccotti park

    oh where are the youth, we need you now
    come speak the truth, come break it down
    where are the youth, we need you now
    if there ever was a time, it would be now
    to make the masters hear this
    if there ever was a time to get downtown
    and get non violent and fearless
    things only get brighter when you light a spark
    everywhere you go right now is Zuccotti park
    and news corps says you don’t have a plan
    well sit down man, i’ll tell you again
    the plan’s to stand together up to greed
    and a tear gas can in a veteran’s face
    won’t change the case
    (chorus)
    if there ever was a time, it would be now
    for the rest of us
    if there ever was a time it would be now
    cause money and power are incestuous
    a moment makes a movement
    or it fades out in the dark
    come on meet me down at Zuccotti park
    and i saw a sign in the oakland spring
    it said “occupy everything!”
    or by and for and off won’t mean a thing

  2. Excellent choices, Stephen. I think I may have a new favorite song.

    Alas, Billy Bragg is like Shakespeare; I have to listen to him for five or ten minutes before I can make out a word he’s saying.

  3. Guns of Brixton on the other hand is a call to violent self-defence and does not fit with the tactics condoned by the occupy wall street / occupy together movement

  4. Cool, I saw the Egypt flag first thing on site and have a billion pix of it on Flickr.

    And the writeup of Guns of Brixton makes clear that this is a very different kind of revolution. Read my post Occupy Yourself to see how I moved from advocating violence to advocating peace. Violence is not the way to succeed here, but that song is effective to get them off the couch, at which point they go, “well, why use the good scotch in a molotov cocktail? Let’s just change the way we vote” etc. There are all kinds of ways to Occupy Yourself.

  5. just showed my gal the vid of Ta’kaiya singing on my PA for the 3rd time in her career. that kid is a Mother Earth loving heavy hitter who just keeps knocking it outta the park. i know her parents are stunned too

  6. Thanks, great additions.

    Also, lest we forget my pal Spencer Cox’s advice “Whatever you do at Occupy, be sure to have a little fun” here is my YouTube favorite fangirl video:

    and the second-favorite

    OCCUPY HAWTNESS!

  7. Walls Come Tumbling Down! lyrics
    You don’t have
    To take this crap
    You don’t have
    To sit back and relax
    You can actually try changin’ it

    I know we’ve always been taught to rely
    Upon those in authority
    But you never know until you try
    How things just might be
    If we came together so strongly

    Are you gonna try to make this work?
    Or spend your days down in the dirt
    You see, things can change
    Yes, walls can come tumbling down

    Governments crack and systems fall
    ‘Cause unity is powerful
    Lights go out, walls come tumbling down
    Yes they do, yes they do, yes they do

    The competition is
    A color TV
    We’re on still pause
    With a video machine
    That keep you slave to the H P

    Until the unity is threatened by
    Those who have and who have not
    Those who are with and those who are without
    And dangle jobs, like a donkey’s carrot
    Until you don’t know where you are

    Are you gonna get some realize
    The class was real and not mythologized
    And like Jericho
    [From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/s/style-council-lyrics/walls-come-tumbling-down!-lyrics.html ]
    Yes, walls can come tumbling down

    Governments crack and systems fall
    ‘Cause unity is powerful
    Lights go out, walls come tumbling down
    We’re tuning to fight it, well united, well united

    Are you gonna be threatened by?
    The public enemies, No 10
    Those who play the power game
    They take the profits, you take the blame
    When they tell you there’s no rise in pay

    Are you gonna try an’ make this work?
    Or spend your days down in the dirt
    You see, things can change
    Walls can come tumbling down

    Governments crack and systems fall
    ‘Cause unity is powerful
    Lights go out, walls come tumbling down

    Governments crack and systems fall
    Yes they do
    ‘Cause unity is powerful
    Lights go out, walls come tumbling down

    Governments crack and systems fall
    ‘Cause unity is powerful
    Lights go out, walls come tumbling down

    Governments crack and systems fall
    ‘Cause unity is powerful
    Lights go out, walls come tumbling down

  8. Love Me I’m a Liberal

    I cried when they shot Medgar Evers
    Tears ran down my spine
    I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy
    As though I’d lost a father of mine
    But Malcolm X got what was coming
    He got what he asked for this time
    So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal

    I go to civil rights rallies
    And I put down the old D.A.R.
    I love Harry and Sidney and Sammy
    I hope every colored boy becomes a star
    But don’t talk about revolution
    That’s going a little bit too far
    So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal

    I cheered when Humphrey was chosen
    My faith in the system restored
    I’m glad the commies were thrown out
    of the A.F.L. C.I.O. board
    I love Puerto Ricans and Negros
    as long as they don’t move next door
    So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal

    The people of old Mississippi
    Should all hang their heads in shame
    I can’t understand how their minds work
    What’s the matter don’t they watch Les Crain?
    But if you ask me to bus my children
    I hope the cops take down your name
    So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal

    I read New republic and Nation
    I’ve learned to take every view
    You know, I’ve memorized Lerner and Golden
    I feel like I’m almost a Jew
    But when it comes to times like Korea
    There’s no one more red, white and blue
    So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal

    I vote for the democratic party
    They want the U.N. to be strong
    I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts
    He sure gets me singing those songs
    I’ll send all the money you ask for
    But don’t ask me to come on along
    So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal

    Once I was young and impulsive
    I wore every conceivable pin
    Even went to the socialist meetings
    Learned all the old union hymns
    But I’ve grown older and wiser
    And that’s why I’m turning you in
    So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal

  9. Marianne Faithful performs Phil Ochs ‘There but for Fortune’

    Show me a prison, show me a jail
    Show me a pris’ner whose face has grown pale

    And I’ll show you a young man
    With many reasons why
    There but for fortune, go you or I

    Show me an alley, show me a train
    Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain

    And I’ll show you a young man
    With many reasons why
    There but for fortune, go you or I

    Show me the whiskey stains on the floor
    Show me a drunk as he stumbles out the door

    And I’ll show you a young man
    With many reasons why
    There but for fortune, go you or I

    Show me a country where the bombs had to fall
    Show me the ruins of buildings so tall

    And I’ll show you a young land
    With many reasons why
    There but for fortune, go you or I
    You or I

  10. Comments above about Guns of Brixton miss the point – if ‘they’ come for you on some distorted or trumped up charge, when push comes to shove, what will you do?

    This is not about violence vs non-violence but an end to fence sitting…

    ‘You start wearing the blue and brown
    YOU’RE WORKING FOR THE CLAMPDOWN’

    “What are we going to do now…
    Taking off his turban, they said is this man a Jew?
    ‘COS THEY’RE WORKING FOR THE CLAMPDOWN
    They put up a poster saying we earn more than you
    WHEN WE’RE WORKING FOR THE CLAMPDOWN
    We will teach our twisted speech,
    to the young believers.
    We will train our blue-eyed men,
    to be young believers.
    The Judge said Five-to-Ten – But I say double that again.
    I’M NOT WORKING FOR THE CLAMPDOWN
    No man born with a living soul.
    CAN BE WORKING FOR THE CLAMPDOWN
    Kick over the wall, cause governments to fall
    How can you refuse it?
    Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
    D’you know how you can use it?
    The voices in your head are calling
    Stop wasting your time, there’s nothing coming
    Only a fool would think, someone could save you
    The men at the factory are old and cunning
    You don’t owe nothing, so boy get running
    It’s the best years of your life they want to steal
    You grow up and you calm down
    YOU’RE WORKING FOR THE CLAMPDOWN
    You start wearing the blue and brown
    YOU’RE WORKING FOR THE CLAMPDOWN
    So you got someone to boss around
    It makes you feel big now
    You drift until you brutalise
    You made your first kill now
    In these days of evil Presidentes
    WORKING FOR THE CLAMPDOWN
    But lately one or two has fully paid their due
    FOR WORKING FOR THE CLAMPDOWN
    But HA! GITALONG! GITALONG!
    and I’ve given away no secrets
    Who’s barmy now?”

  11. Ah, Phil Ochs. I wondered how long it would be before somebody posted it. Thanks, Stephen.

    Marianne Faithfull did a protest song? Ya learn something new every day on the interwebs.

  12. Imagine

    Imagine there’s no Heaven
    It’s easy if you try
    No hell below us
    Above us only sky
    Imagine all the people
    Living for today

    Imagine there’s no countries
    It isn’t hard to do
    Nothing to kill or die for
    And no religion too
    Imagine all the people
    Living life in peace

    You may say that I’m a dreamer
    But I’m not the only one
    I hope someday you’ll join us
    And the world will be as one

    Imagine no possessions
    I wonder if you can
    No need for greed or hunger
    A brotherhood of man
    Imagine all the people
    Sharing all the world

    You may say that I’m a dreamer
    But I’m not the only one
    I hope someday you’ll join us
    And the world will live as one

  13. And a HIGHLY controversial choice, but nonetheless a personal anthem of mine. Let’s remind the 1% that we are stronger. United as one, divided by zero.

    I hope someday to recite this at a sound check to freak out the opposition:

    Nine Inch Nails: My Violent Heart.

    You and I, we may look the same
    But we are very far apart
    There’s bullet-holes where my compassion used to be
    And there is violence in my heart

    Into fire you can send us
    From the fire we return
    You can label us a consequence
    Of how much you have to learn

    You can try but you’ll never understand
    This is something you will never understand
    Can you hear it now?
    Hear it coming now?
    Can you hear it now?

    On hands and knees
    We crawl
    You cannot stop us all
    you wear our bones
    our skin
    We will not let you in

    You have set something in motion
    Much greater than you’ve ever known
    Standing there in all your grand naivety
    About to reap what you have sown

    Time will feed upon your weaknesses
    And soon you’ll lose the will to care
    When you return to the place that you call home
    We will be there, we will be there

    On hands and knees
    We crawl
    You cannot stop us all
    Our blood will stay
    We will not go away

    On hands and knees
    We crawl
    You can not stop us all
    Our blood, our grace
    Will never leave this place

    We crawl
    We crawl
    We crawl
    We crawl

  14. I also think, in light of the haters and trolls, it’s high time to add this.


    Right right, turn off the lights,
    We’re gonna lose our minds tonight,
    What’s the deal, yo?

    I love when it’s all too much,
    5am turn the radio up
    Where’s the rock and roll?

    Party Crasher,
    Penny Snatcher,
    Call me up if you want gangsta
    Don’t be fancy, just get dancey
    Why so serious?

    So raise your glass if you are wrong,
    In all the right ways,
    All my underdogs,
    We will never be never be anything but loud
    And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
    Won’t you come on and come on and raise your glass,
    Just come on and come on and raise your glass

    Slam slam, oh hot damn
    What part of party don’t you understand,
    Wish you’d just freak out (freak out already)
    Can’t stop, coming in hot,
    I should be locked up right on the spot
    It’s so on right now (so fuckin on right now)

    Party Crasher,
    Penny Snatcher,
    Call me up if you want gangsta
    Don’t be fancy, just get dancey

    Why so serious?

    So raise your glass if you are wrong,
    In all the right ways,
    All my underdogs,
    We will never be never be anything but loud
    And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
    Won’t you come on and come on and raise your glass,
    Just come on and come on and raise your glass
    Won’t you come on and come on and raise your glass,
    Just come on and come on and raise your glass

    (oh shit my glass is empty, that sucks)

    So if you’re too school for cool,
    And you’re treated like a fool,
    You can choose to let it go
    We can always, we can always,
    Party on our own

    (so raise your) So raise your glass if you are wrong,
    In all the right ways,
    All my underdogs,
    We will never be never be anything but loud
    And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
    So raise your glass if you are wrong,
    In all the right ways,
    All my underdogs,
    We will never be never be anything but loud
    And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
    Won’t you come on and come on and raise your glass,
    Just come on and come on and raise your glass
    Won’t you come on and come on and raise your glass,(for me)
    Just come on and come on and raise your glass (for me)

  15. Another for the haters: This is more or less their entire perspective, and it’s stone-cold hippie. It’s the MONKEES!

    Randy Scouse Git

    She’s a wonderful lady and she’s mine, all mine/ and there doesn’t seem a way that she won’t come and lose my mind./It’s too easy hummin’ songs to a girl in yellow dress/it’s been a long time since the party and the room is in a mess/

    The four kings of EMI are sitting stately on the floor/there are birds out on the sidewalk and a valet at the door/he reminds me of a penguin, with few and plastered hair/there’s talcum powder on the letter, and the birthday boy is there/

    Why don’t you cut your hair?!/Why don’t you live up there?!/Why don’t you do what I do, see what I feel when I care?!/

    Now they’ve darkened all the windows and the seats in naughahyde/I’ve been waiting for an hour, I can’t find a place to hide/the being known as wonder girl is speaking I believe/it’s not easy trying to tell her that I shortly have to leave/

    Why don’t you be like me?!/Why don’t you stop and see?!/Why don’t you hate who I hate, kill who I kill to be free?!/

    Why don’t you cut your hair?!/Why don’t you live up there?!/Why don’t you do what I do, see what I feel when I care?!/

    Why don’t you be like me?!/Why don’t you stop and see?!/Why don’t you hate who I hate, kill who I kill to be free?!/

    Why don’t you cut your hair?!/Why don’t you live up there?!/Why don’t you do what I do, see what I feel when I care?!

  16. Occupy Democracy, lyrics by Leonard Cohen

    It’s coming through a hole in the air,
    from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
    It’s coming from the feel
    that this ain’t exactly real,
    or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there.
    From the wars against disorder,
    from the sirens night and day,
    from the fires of the homeless,
    from the ashes of the gay:
    Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
    It’s coming through a crack in the wall;
    on a visionary flood of alcohol;
    from the staggering account
    of the Sermon on the Mount
    which I don’t pretend to understand at all.
    It’s coming from the silence
    on the dock of the bay,
    from the brave, the bold, the battered
    heart of Chevrolet:
    Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

    It’s coming from the sorrow in the street,
    the holy places where the races meet;
    from the homicidal bitchin’
    that goes down in every kitchen
    to determine who will serve and who will eat.
    From the wells of disappointment
    where the women kneel to pray
    for the grace of God in the desert here
    and the desert far away:
    Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

    Sail on, sail on
    O mighty Ship of State!
    To the Shores of Need
    Past the Reefs of Greed
    Through the Squalls of Hate
    Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

    It’s coming to America first,
    the cradle of the best and of the worst.
    It’s here they got the range
    and the machinery for change
    and it’s here they got the spiritual thirst.
    It’s here the family’s broken
    and it’s here the lonely say
    that the heart has got to open
    in a fundamental way:
    Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

    It’s coming from the women and the men.
    O baby, we’ll be making love again.
    We’ll be going down so deep
    the river’s going to weep,
    and the mountain’s going to shout Amen!
    It’s coming like the tidal flood
    beneath the lunar sway,
    imperial, mysterious,
    in amorous array:
    Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

    Sail on, sail on …

    I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean
    I love the country but I can’t stand the scene.
    And I’m neither left or right
    I’m just staying home tonight,
    getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
    But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags
    that Time cannot decay,
    I’m junk but I’m still holding up
    this little wild bouquet:
    Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

  17. Possibly the greatest of these: a home-grown contribution from the Arrogant Worms: The Last Saskatchewan Pirate.

    I used to be a farmer, and I made a living fine,
    I had a little stretch of land along the CP line
    But times were hard and though I tried, the money wasn’t there
    And the bankers came and took my land and told me “fair is fair”

    I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no
    “Hire you now?” they’d always laugh, “we just let twenty go!”
    The government, the promised me a measly little sum
    But I’ve got too much pride to end up just another bum.

    Then I thought, who gives a damn if all the jobs are gone?
    I’m gonna be a PIRATE on the river Saskatchewan!

    And it’s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin’ down the plains
    Stealin’ wheat and barley and all the other grains
    It’s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
    When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores

    Well, you’d think the local farmers would know that I’m at large
    But just the other day I found an unprotected barge
    I snuck up right behind them and they were none the wiser,
    I rammed their ship and sank it and I stole their fertilizer!

    A bridge outside of Moose Jaw spans a mighty river
    Farmers cross in so much fear their stomachs are a’quiver
    Cause they know that Tractor Jack is hidin’ in the bay
    I’ll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with their hay!

    And it’s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin’ down the plains
    Stealin’ wheat and barley and all the other grains
    It’s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
    When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores

    Well, Mountie Bob he chased me, he was always at my throat
    He followed on the shoreline cause he didn’t own a boat
    But cutbacks were a’coming and the Mountie lost his job
    So now he’s sailing with us, and we call him Salty Bob!

    A swingin’ sword, a skull and bones and pleasant company
    I never pay my income tax and screw the GST (SCREW IT!!)
    Sailin down to Saskatoon, the terror of the seas
    If you wanna reach the co-op, boy, you gotta get by me!

    Cause it’s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin’ down the plains
    Stealin’ wheat and barley and all the other grains
    It’s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
    When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores

    (*spoken* Arrrr! Ya salty dog!)
    (*spoken* Arrrr! Ya salty gopher!)
    (*spoken* Arr.. ya.. salty bale of hay!)
    Well, Pirate life’s appealing but you just don’t find it here,
    I hear in North Alberta there’s a band of buccaneers
    They roam the Athabaska from Smith to Fort McKay
    And you’re gonna lose your Stetson if you have to pass their way!

    Well, winter is a’comin’ and a chill is in the breeze
    My Pirate days are over once the river starts to freeze
    I’ll be back in springtime but now I have to go
    I hear there’s lots of plunderin’ down in New Mexico!

    Cause it’s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin’ down the plains
    Stealin’ wheat and barley and all the other grains
    It’s a ho-hey, hi-hey farmers bar yer doors
    When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores…x2

    When ya see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores…x2

  18. Suggestion from @CryingWolfe on Twitter:

    Oh, Mother Earth,
    With your fields of green
    Once more laid down
    by the hungry hand
    How long can you
    give and not receive
    And feed this world
    ruled by greed
    And feed this world
    ruled by greed.
    Oh, ball of fire
    In the summer sky
    Your healing light,
    your parade of days
    Are they betrayed
    by the men of power
    Who hold this world
    in their changing hands
    They hold the world
    in their changing hands.

    Oh, freedom land
    Can you let this go
    Down to the streets
    where the numbers grow
    Respect Mother Earth
    and her giving ways
    Or trade away
    our children’s days
    Or trade away
    our children’s days.

    Respect Mother Earth
    and her giving ways
    Or trade away
    our children’s days.

  19. And this one should have always been here: SubCity by Tracy Chapman. This is, after all, about income inequality.

    People say it doesn’t exist
    ‘Cause no one would like to admit
    That there is a city underground
    Where people live everyday
    Off the waste and decay
    Off the discards of their fellow man
    Here in subcity life is hard
    We can’t receive any government relief
    I’d like to give Mr. President my honest regards
    For disregarding me
    They say there’s too much crime in these city streets
    My sentiments exactly
    Government and big business hold the purse strings
    When I worked I worked in the factories
    I’m at the mercy of the world
    I guess I’m lucky to be alive
    They say we’ve fallen through the cracks
    They say the system works
    But we won’t let it
    Help
    I guess they never stop to think
    We might not just want handouts
    But a way to make an honest living
    Living this ain’t living
    What did I do to deserve this
    Had my trust in god
    Worked everyday of my life
    Thought I had some guarantees
    That’s what I thought
    At least that’s what I thought
    Last night I had another restless sleep
    Wondering what tomorrow might bring
    Last night I dreamed
    A cold blue light was shining down on me
    I screamed myself awake
    Thought I must be dying
    Thought I must be dying

  20. Hey y’all! Thanks for posting this video of my performance at Occupy Congress on #J17. The original recording of OccupySong is licensed through Creative Commons and is available as a free download in solidarity with all Occupy artists for use in their creative projects. Download the song here: http://bit.ly/wt5fPv If you use it please email me so we can promote one another’s messages: joenolan@joenolan.com

  21. 99%

    You can’t turn shit into gold,babe-you’ve got to admit
    Democracy and truth – you sack of hippocrites!
    Betrayal is a word but words will make us free
    Now we know we’re just mortals but Gods you are NOT!

    //:The power and strength are in you ://

    We are the slaves and consumers – born to breed
    We are the ones you feed on – we know we ARE the key!

    Protest-proof we keep marching along
    Cry justice for the world and justice will be done!

    Run dry days and desperate men
    I am one of many – the 99%
    protest-proof we keep marching along
    Cry justice for the world and justice will be done!

    Oh you have become so brave with your coming of age
    with tear-gas kiss and plastic bullet caress

    //:The power and strength are in you!://

    Run dry days and desperate men
    I am one of many – the 99%
    protest-proof we keep marching along
    Cry justice for the world and justice will be done!

    OH you have become so brave with your coming of age
    with tear-gas kiss and plastic bullet caress
    I am also scared like all the rest
    but if I die – what a beautiful death!

    btw,I will put a mastered version for free download up soon but you can already have the roughmix version (in better quality than on youtube) at

    of course for free as well! :D
    And as the guy above said,EVERYBODY can use it and if you do just lemme know here compulsoryskin@web.de so we can promote each others actions! :)

    Mad love!
    PiaPale

  22. I just had the same problem but strangely on fullscreen it works..!TY!Im glad and honoured to do my part for the revolution!
    Humble greetings from Berlin!

  23. oh..well..culture hijacked by tourists though..might move away next year..after 12 years of living and loving it here..but it has changed..unfortunately.. :(

  24. Before you move, double check that the same hasn’t happened to wherever you move TO. For me, if I could live anywhere for the culture it’d be in the hills in Bali; I’ve always been fascinated by it. But London looks good too; if only you could live there for less than a million a year!

  25. And a cover of Pat Benatar’s Invincible by Canadian band Soul Side In, that comes to us via a FB posting by Hummingbird604:

    This bloody road remains a mystery
    This sudden darkness fills the air
    What are we waiting for?
    Won’t anybody help us?
    What are we waiting for?

    We can’t afford to be innocent
    Stand up and face the enemy
    It’s a do or die situation
    We will be invincible

    This shattered dream you cannot justify
    We’re gonna scream until we’re satisfied
    What are we running for?
    We’ve got the right to be angry
    What are we running for?
    When there’s no where we can run to anymore

    We can’t afford to be innocent
    Stand up and face the enemy
    It’s a do or die situation
    We will be invincible
    And with the power of conviction
    There is no sacrifice
    It’s a do or die situation
    We will be invincible

    Won’t anybody help us?
    What are we running for?
    When there’s no where, no where we can run to anymore

    We can’t afford to be innocent
    Stand up and face the enemy
    It’s a do or die situation
    We will be invincible

    And with the power of conviction
    There is no sacrifice
    It’s a do or die situation
    We will be invincible

    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah

    [Repeat: x2]
    We can’t afford to be innocent
    Stand up and face the enemy
    It’s a do or die situation
    We will be invincible

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