1. intro/same old dragon 2. blackheart man 3. dreamland 4. love fire 5. struggle 6. rise and shine 7. dance rock 8. rock and groove 9. rootsman skanking 10. cool runnings 11. rule dancehall 12. ballroom floor 13. keep on moving 14. rule this land 15. i stand predominate 16. i'm the toughest 17. hypocrite 18. together again
Willie Nelson/Waylon Jennings: Whiter Shade of Pale
we skipped the light fandango turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick but the crowd called out for more the room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away when we called out for another drink the waiter brought a tray and so it was that later as the miller told his tale that her face at first just ghostly turned a whiter shade of pale
First We Take Manhattan Tower of Song Everybody Knows Ain't No Cure For Love The Partisan Joan of Arc Jazz Police If It Be Your Will Take This Waltz
It’s a pity if someone has to console himself for the wreck of his days with the notion that somehow his voice, his work embodies the deepest, most obscure, freshest, rawest oyster of reality in the unfathomable refrigerator of the heart’s ocean, but I am such a one, and there you have it. --Leonard Cohen
I’m for capitalism, I’m for free enterprise, I’m for entrepreneurs. There’s a big difference between people who go out and create a company — even if they fail — if they try to go in the right direction, if they share in the hardships, if they’re out there with the workers doing it together. That’s one thing. But if someone who is very wealthy comes in and takes over your company and takes out all the cash and leaves behind the unemployment? I think that’s not a model we want to advocate, and I don’t think any conservative wants to get caught defending that kind of model. --Newt Gingrich --------------------------------------------------------------------------- the Slickers: Johnny Too Bad
Recent polls have shown a fifth of Americans can't locate the U.S. on a world map. Why do you think this is?
I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uh, some....people out there in our nation don't have maps and, uh, I believe that our, uh, education like such as in South Africa and, uh, the Iraq, everywhere like such as, and, I believe that they should, our education over HERE in the U.S. should help the U.S., uh, or, uh, should help South Africa and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries, so we will be able to build up our future, for our children.
they buried her in the old churchyard they buried him in the choir and from his grave grew a red red rose from her grave a green briar they grew and grew to the steeple top till they could grow no higher and there they twined in a true love's knot red rose around green briar
radiation forecast from day 308 (nine days ago)
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I was surprised my quilt and pillow were cold,
I see that now the window's bright again.
Deep in the night, I know the snow is thick,
I sometimes hear the sound as bamboo snaps.
--Bai Juyi Night Snow
Knuckles: Me Knuckles, me on the books now! Huh-huh-huh-huh. While you on vacation, my boss, Barack Obama, sign bill, make good holiday cheer for Knuckles! What better time to sign bill than when whole nation is drunk! Huh-huh-huh-huh. Before, super-secret prison things I do were only legal in presidents' mind. Now, they legal on paper, too! Finally, indefi, indefin--prison forever--is US law, no need for stupid judges or constitutional stuff. Me used to worry boss Obama would close Gitmo like he promise, but--no worry! Gitmo open and franchised . . . to Bagram and secret places around globe. Because military tribunials are much better than sissy civilian courts. Me not know what that chart just said. You try trick me! And if you read law just right, it work on US citizens, too! But don't worry, because Barack Obama said not to worry!
Announcer: Goodness gracious, indefinite, preemptive or endless detention surely doesn't apply to US citizens unless current or future president says so. Don't you worry a bit.
72 minutes of railroad songs from Smithsonian Folkways
excerpt from Rail Dynamics New Lost City Ramblers - Train 45 Furry Lewis - Kassie Jones Pete Seeger - Jay Gould's Daughter Walt Robertson - Railroad Bill Leadbelly - Linin' Track Elizabeth Cotten - Freight Train Cisco Houston - Drill, Ye Tarriers, Drill L. M. Hilton - Zack, the Mormon Engineer Virginia Mountain Boys - Lost Train Blues Annie Watson - The F. F. V. New Lost City Ramblers - He's Coming to Us Dead Doc Watson - The Train that Carried My Girl from Town Leadbelly - Rock Island Line Sonny Terry/Woody Guthrie/Cisco Houston - Lonesome Train Woody Guthrie/Cisco Houston - John Henry Rosalie Sorrels - The Wreck of the Number 9 Brownie Mcghee - Freight Train Blues Mike Seeger - The New Market Wreck Haywire Mac - Jerry, Go Oil that Car Rosalie Sorrels - Way Out in Idaho Henry Grady Terrell - Old John Henry Died on the Mountain John D. Mounce - Casey Jones Pop Stoneman - Wreck of the Old 97 Leadbelly - Midnight Special Doc Watson - Wabash Cannonball Vernon Sutphin - Lost Train Blues Iron Mountain String Band - New River Train excerpt from Three Little Engines & 33 Cars
The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. "Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?" he asked. "Begin at the beginning," the King said gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop." --Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
Gillian Welch/David Rawlings White Rabbit Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival San Francisco, CA. 2011
As I was walking all alone, I heard two ravens cry and moan; One said to the other did say o, "Where shall we go and dine today o?"
"Up behind that old high dyke, I know there lies a murdered knight; And no one knows that he lies there o, But his hawk, and his hound, and his lady fair o."
"His hound is to the hunting gone, His hawk to bring the wild-fowl home, His lady loves another Knight o, So we may make our meal tonight o."
"You will sit on his white thigh, And I'll peck out his bonny blue eye; And with a lock of his golden hair o We'll fix our nest when it grows bare o."
"Many a one for him does moan, But no one knows where he is gone; O'r his bones, where they are bare o, The wind will blow for evermore o."
The reason 2012 feels so empty now is that voters on both sides of the aisle are not just tired of this state of affairs, they are disgusted by it. They want a chance to choose their own leaders and they want full control over policy, not just a partial say. There are a few challenges to this state of affairs within the electoral process – as much as I disagree with (Ron) Paul about many things, I do think his campaign is a real outlet for these complaints – but everyone knows that in the end, once the primaries are finished, we’re going to be left with one 1%-approved stooge taking on another. Most likely, it’ll be Mitt Romney versus Barack Obama, meaning the voters’ choices in the midst of a massive global economic crisis brought on in large part by corruption in the financial services industry will be a private equity parasite who has been a lifelong champion of the Gordon Gekko Greed-is-Good ethos (Romney), versus a paper progressive who in 2008 took, by himself, more money from Wall Street than any two previous presidential candidates, and in the four years since has showered Wall Street with bailouts while failing to push even one successful corruption prosecution (Obama). There are obvious, even significant differences between Obama and someone like Mitt Romney, particularly on social issues, but no matter how Obama markets himself this time around, a choice between these two will not in any way represent a choice between “change” and the status quo. This is a choice between two different versions of the status quo, and everyone knows it. --Matt Taibbi from The Meaningless Sideshow Begins
the lamp is burning low upon my table top the snow is softly falling the air is still in the silence of my room i hear your voice softly calling if i could only have you near to breathe a sigh or two i would be happy just to hold the hands i love on this winter night with you
the smoke is rising in the shadows overhead my glass is almost empty i read again between the lines upon each page the words of love you sent me if i could know within my heart that you were lonely too i would be happy just to hold the hands i love on this winter night with you
the fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim the shades of night are lifting the morning light steals across my windowpane where webs of snow are drifting if i could only have you near to breathe a sigh or two i would be happy just to hold the hands i love and to be once again with you on this winter night with you
David Crosby, Graham Nash & Neil Young
Prisoner Awareness Benefit
Winterland, San Francisco, CA.
3/26/72
Wooden Ships
I Used To Be A King
Lee Shore
Harvest
Only Love Can Break Your Heart*
Almost Cut My Hair
Page 43
And So It Goes
Immigration Man
Heart Of Gold
The Needle And The Damage Done
Teach Your Children
Military Madness
Close Up The Honky Tonks
Dark End Of The Street
If You Can't Undo The Wrong, Undo The Right
She Once Lived Here
Sweet Mental Revenge
We've Got To Get Ourselves Together
Lucille
Sin City
You Win Again
Hot Burrito #1
Hot Burrito #2
You're Still On My Mind
Train Song
Long Black Limousine
Dream Baby
Do Right Woman
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Six Days On The Road ( Altamont)
Wild Horses (Rolling Stones)
Paul Zarzyski/Wiley & the Wild West: Bucking Horse Moon
Tom Russell: Bucking Horse Moon
Down a one lane road there's a dusty fairground Where I learned the bronc trade and I fell in love With a blue eyed twister and her smoky whisper She said "They call me the Cimarron Dove"
We'd spool our bedrolls on down together My calloused hands combed through her hair She'd stare at a star through an old mesquite tree "See that moon shadow, there's a bucking horse there"
Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper Flown with the seasons all too soon Beneath Montana's blue roan skies Nevada starlight and a bucking horse moon
Our love reeled out like a Western movie Down hard worn highways through the rodeo towns Wrapped in her wings for the midnight flight That bucking horse moon kept shining down
Bucking horse moon on the hood of the truck She'd smile and say "That means good luck Bucking horse shadow through the purple sage We'll ride forever our love won't age"
But heart and bone are made for breaking The Cimarron Dove's flown with the wind Then a bronc in Prescott rolled on my back I'll never ride rough stock again
Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper Flown with the seasons all too soon Beneath Montana's blue roan skies Nevada starlight and a bucking horse moon
I lost my youth on the dusty fairgrounds I'm an old bronc fighter long past high noon But on a haunted night wind I can hear her whispering As I search the heavens for the bucking horse moon The Cimarron Dove and the bucking horse moon
Sweet bird of youth, no easy keeper Flown with the seasons all too soon Beneath Montana's blue roan skies Nevada starlight and the bucking horse moon Wyoming sundown and a bucking horse moon
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way. --Charles Bukowski
Hello, my name is Montague William 3rd And what I will tell you may well sound absurd But the less who believe it the better for me For you see I'm in banking and big industry
For many a year we have controlled your lives While you all just struggle and suffer in strife We created the things that you don't really need Your sports cars and fashions and plasma TV's
I remember it clearly how all this begun Family secrets from Father to Son Inherited knowledge that gives me the edge While you peasants, people lie sleeping at night in your beds
We control the money that controls your lives Whilst you worship false idols and wouldn't think twice Of selling your souls for a place in the sun These things that won't matter when your time is done
But as long as they're there to control the masses I just sit back and consider my assets Safe in the knowledge that I have it all While you common people are losing your jobs
You see I just hold you in utter contempt But the smile on my face well it makes me exempt For I have the weapon of global TV Which gives us connection and invites empathy
You would really believe that we look out for you While we bankers and brokers are only a few But if you saw that then you'd take back the power Hence daily terrors to make you all cower
The panics the crashes the wars and the illness That keep you from finding your spiritual wholeness We rig the game and we buy out both sides To keep you enslaved in your pitiful lives
So go out and work as your body clock fades And when it's all over a few years from the grave You'll look back on all this and just then you'll see That your life was nothing, a mere fantasy
There are very few things that we don't now control To have lawyers and police force was always a goal Doing our bidding as you march on the street But they never realise they're only just sheep
For real power resides in the hands of a few You voted for parties what more could you do But what you don't know is they're one and the same Old Gordon has passed good old David the reigns
And you'll follow the leader who was put there by you But your blood it runs red while our blood runs blue But you simply don't see its all part of the game Another distraction like money and fame
Get ready for wars in the name of the free Vaccinations for illness that will never be The assault on your children's impressionable minds And a micro-chipped world, you'll put up no fight
Information suppression will keep you in toe Depopulation of peasants was always our goal But eugenics was not what we hoped it would be Oh yes it was us that funded Nazis!
But as long as we own all the media too What's really happening does not concern you So just go on watching your plasma TV And the world will be run by the ones you can't see
I don't know how you feel, but I'm pretty sick of church people. You know what they ought to do with churches? Tax them. If holy people are so interested in politics, government, and public policy, let them pay the price of admission like everybody else. The Catholic Church alone could wipe out the national debt if all you did was tax their real estate. --George Carlin
Armaments, universal debt, and planned obsolescence - those are the three pillars of Western prosperity. If war, waste, and moneylenders were abolished, you'd collapse. And while you people are overconsuming the rest of the world sinks more and more deeply into chronic disaster. --Aldous Huxley
In my first meeting with Vladimir Putin in the spring of 2001, he complained that Russia was burdened by Soviet-era debt. At that point, oil ws selling for $26 per barrel. By the time I saw Putin at the APEC summit in Sydney in September 2007 oil had reached $71--on its way to $137 in the summer of 2008. He leaned back in his chair and asked how were Russia's mortgage-backed securities doing. --George W. Bush
It would be easier to pay off the national debt overnight than to neutralize the long-range effects of our national stupidity. --Frank Zappa
clouds that hang on the mountain they make me lonesome inside and these four walls that surround me they leave me no place to hide the show in this town is over or maybe it never began so it's goodbye to old Missoula I've done all I can --Jesse Winchester
I have run on middle fingernail through Eolithic morning, I have thundered down the coach road with the Revolution’s warning. I have carried countless errant knights who never found the grail. I have strained before the caissons I have moved the nation’s mail.
I’ve made knights of lowly tribesmen and kings from ranks of peons I have given pride and arrogance to riding men for eons. I have grazed among the lodges and the tepees and the yurts. I have felt the sting of driving whips, lashes, spurs and quirts.
I am roguish – I am flighty – I am inbred – I am lowly. I’m a nightmare – I am wild – I am the horse. I am gallant and exalted – I am stately – I am noble. I’m impressive – I am grand – I am the horse.
I have suffered gross indignities from users and from winners, I have felt the hand of kindness from the losers and the sinners. I have given for the cruel hand and given for the kind. Heaved a sigh at Appomattox when surrender had been signed.
I can be as tough as hardened steel – as fragile as a flower. I know not my endurance and I know not my own power. I have died with heart exploded ’neath the cheering in the stands - Calmly stood beneath the hanging noose of vigilante bands.
I have traveled under conqueror and underneath the beaten. I have never chosen sides – I am the horse. The world is but a player’s stage – my roles have numbered many. Under blue or under gray – I am the horse.
So I’ll run on middle fingernail until the curtain closes, And I will win your triple crowns and I will wear your roses. Toward you who took my freedom I’ve no malice or remorse. I’ll endure – This Is My Year – I am the Horse!
I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be! We know things are bad - worse than bad, They're crazy! It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone!' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone! I want you to get MAD! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad! You've got to say, "I'm a human being, goddammit! My life has value!" So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now, and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and yell: "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!
[calmly strolling toward the audience] So. A rich little man with white hair died. What has that got to do with the price of rice, right? And *why* is that woe to us? Because you people, and sixty-two million other Americans, are listening to me right now. Because less than three percent of you people read books! Because less than fifteen percent of you read newspapers! Because the only truth you know is what you get over this tube. Right now, there is a whole, an entire generation that never knew anything that didn't come out of this tube! This tube is the Gospel, the ultimate revelation. This tube can make or break presidents, popes, prime ministers... This tube is the most awesome God-damned force in the whole godless world, and woe is us if it ever falls in to the hands of the wrong people, and that's why woe is us that Edward George Ruddy died. Because this company is now in the hands of CCA - the Communication Corporation of America. There's a new Chairman of the Board, a man called Frank Hackett, sitting in Mr. Ruddy's office on the twentieth floor. And when the twelfth largest company in the world controls the most awesome God-damned propoganda force in the whole godless world, who knows what shit will be peddled for truth on this network? [ascending the stage] So, you listen to me. Listen to me: Television is not the truth! Television is a God-damned amusement park! Television is a circus, a carnival, a traveling troupe of acrobats, storytellers, dancers, singers, jugglers, side-show freaks, lion tamers, and football players. We're in the boredom-killing business! So if you want the truth... Go to God! Go to your gurus! Go to yourselves! Because that's the only place you're ever going to find any real truth. [laughing to himself] But, man, you're never going to get any truth from us. We'll tell you anything you want to hear; we lie like hell. We'll tell you that, uh, Kojak always gets the killer, or that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker's house, and no matter how much trouble the hero is in, don't worry, just look at your watch; at the end of the hour he's going to win. We'll tell you any shit you want to hear. We deal in *illusions*, man! None of it is true! But you people sit there, day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds... We're all you know. You're beginning to believe the illusions we're spinning here. You're beginning to think that the tube is reality, and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you! You dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube, you even *think* like the tube! This is mass madness, you maniacs! In God's name, you people are the real thing! *WE* are the illusion! So turn off your television sets. Turn them off now. Turn them off right now. Turn them off and leave them off! Turn them off right in the middle of the sentence I'm speaking to you now! TURN THEM OFF... [collapses in a prophetic swoon as the audience erupts in thunderous applause]
Civil disobedience is not our problem. Our problem is civil obedience. Our problem is that people all over the world have obeyed the dictates of leaders and millions have been killed because of this obedience. Our problem is that people are obedient all over the world in the face of poverty and starvation and stupidity, and war, and cruelty. Our problem is that people are obedient while the jails are full of petty thieves and the grand thieves are running the country. That’s our problem. --Howard Zinn
John Cale
w/Bochumer Symphoniker The Endless Plain of Fortune
Essen, Germany
6/10/11
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Old Taylor meant to cry -- oh my
Field Marshall meant
Field Marshall went away again
watch out below; the tides
lean heavily like wine
we are all innocent in spite of you and me
then Martha went
yes Martha went away again
down in Transvaal
where crocodiles and men fight on
they would have played all night
even with loaded dice
it's gold that eats the heart away
and leaves the bones -- to dry
Segovia watched
gendarmerie and all that's all
the radio man
Amanda did you choose your tune
she walked away in time
she walked a crooked line
so gracefully she turned her head
and smiled -- away
Donovan: The Fat Angel
Bob Marley: Babylon System
72 minutes of railroad songs from Smithsonian Folkways
Nick Lowe: (I Love the) Sound of Breaking Glass
