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(It Is) Right to Boycott (VIDEO)The NY legislature couldn’t pass the bills to blacklist companies and organizations that support boycotts for human rights for Palestinians. So Gov. Cuomo executive ordered them, raising Joe McCarthy from his well-earned grave. A state-wide Freedom to Boycott coalition has been combating these atrocious bills, which are surfacing around the country.. Here are some songs and images of this growing movement.

Short version

National Drumpfhood Week

The less said about this, the better, so it’s short.

There’s this guy who seems set to triumph
To which I offer a qualified harrumph
Almost makes me pine for Hubert Humphrey
Guess it’s clear I’m talkin’ bout Drumpf, see when he

Talks about his weenie
And in many other ways resembles Mussolini
Some allege his hands are littler
You wouldn’t want him as a juror
He reminds you of the führer
As a racist he’s the rashest
As a sexist he’s the brashest
About Mexicans and Muslims he’s a krypto-not nice guy

When he goes out on the stump
Rabid rioters in a clump
Had to lose the David Duke bump
Yes he’s a bit of a schlump, a frump,
Oh yes he

Looks just like a mump
To spiff him up would take a sump pump
So far we’ve sadly failed in our attempts to dump—-
The Donald
I’m not sayin’ he’s corrupt
But he does have a penchant for going bankrupt
Kudos to those who show up to disrupt his braggadocio
And interrupt the Generalissimo

It’s fun to eulogize those who self-aggrandize
It’s only for four years so have no fear
For this boy from Queens, by all means a big Bronx cheer!

Triple W and H2 – Oh!

How to remember why we don’t quite like Hillary and perhaps would rather see her elected to prison.

Walmart, war and Wall Street
Are Hillary’s three great loves
Check out w.w.w. – did I say dubya?
She just can’t get enough
Then comes the double H,
Haiti and Honduras
Ensuring continuity of coups –
OMG she’s got endurance!
Walmart, War and Wall Street

Hillary’s three great loves

Down Central America way
Mining and clearcutting are her favorite sports
Never mind indigenous folks
Let’s get on with the exports
Who knows best?
Multinational corporations don’t you see
Let’s give them a fair shake
though they leave corpses in their wake

From sea to slimy sea

So triple dub and H2 – O!, let us not redact
Welfare reform which was really
wWelfare retract
Send single moms to bottom rung jobs
At, oh, let’s see, y’know, Wal-Mart
I believe it would be in history an utmost epic fail

If Hillary and company don’t all end up in jail

But she’s a liberal, so you say, she fights for us
Hey I’ll bring you a Frappuccino
When you wake up

After having been thrown under the bus

She couldn’t possibly be in the establishment
Cause she’S a woman running for president
She’s better than Ted and Don
But she’s still a center-right automaton
She’s right on women’s choice
For that we must rejoice
Won’t release her bankster speeches
Wonder why?
I don’t mean to pillory Hillary but it’s time to declassify
Anyone with such a penchant for artillery,

Makes me want to flee to a distillery

The most terrifying 14 words in the English language
I know this is true, it says so right on yelp:
I’m from the center-right wing of a centrist party

When We Stand Up and Feel the Bern A singalong at Washington Square Park. Or near it. Among the 20,000 who didn’t get in. And here’s the studio/jazzier/semi-pro/lotsa pix version, part one and part two…..! And the Belgian TV piece including excerpts from the song and some interviewing and the Bernie crowd at Prospect Park, Brooklyn.

The Union, It Must Be Changin’ I wrote a medley for the Movement of Rank and File Educators (MORE), a caucus of the United Federation of Teachers in NYC working for a democratic union and actually educational schools. Here’s the singalong vid, filmed at their meeting.

National Berniehood Week

Here he is, warts and all – it’s not quite a campaign song, but something to help us get through yet another presidential selection ordeal, with one bright spot in it.

Yeah they say he’s got some heft
But he’s really too far left
Well if you can’t win against the 1 percent
Then it’s time to re-inventCho:
So I’m for Bernie, cause he’s so learn-ie
The others give me a herni- a of the soul
He’s slow on certain things
He’s right on bankster things
Might could get us closer to the goalHow he hopes to stem inequality
Without tackling war it’s frivolity
It’s a mystery, look at history
But Bernie he’s our guy

He’s got a record in civil rights
Good enough for cape and tights
Didn’t get black lives matter for a minute
But most everyone else is agin it
There really shouldn’t be a national chief
There should be six, that’s my belief
But then there shouldn’t be an empire either
(If you think there should, there shouldn’t be you neither)

Yes it’s true that he’s a Democrat
Though not so much a fat cat
Voted for too many arms bills
So he can’t be in charge of that

Don’t ya know that Bernie is on a journey
At the very least he should be Goldman Sachs’s prosecuting attorney
Oh that Sanders, he never panders
He’s our new Debs, he never ebbs, yes he’s our guy
So vote for Bernie, the only one who doesn’t lie

I’m Still A-Mergin’ Even More At Phil Ochs’ 75th birthday celebration in Brooklyn I offered my re-take on “I Ain’t Marchin’ Any More.”

I Don’t Fight for Conquerors Having forgotten that “I Ain’t Marchin’ Any More” had already been written, I wrote this. Oh well can’t have too many anthems – unless they’re boring. (Also from Phil Ochs Night, 12/19/15)

All Along Renewable Power Climate Man rewrote All Along the Watchtower, and I rewrote his rewrite, so here’s the result.
The Climate It Is A-Changin’ Live at the climate march, NYC, Dec ’15.

Star of Goliath Song cycle with visuals about Palestine/Israel, remixed 2015.

At the Brooklyn Commons on August 22, 2015, Dave Lippman celebrated 50 years of making music for justice.  The LippBand rolled out songs dating from the eighties right up into the Age of Technology. Videos from that night plus relevant graphix = The Illustrated Band.


2-minute overview of 50-year career

Cooperative Internationale

In the Hummertime

I Hate Wal-Mart

They’re Setting a Bad Example

Keep On Workin’

I Don’t Fight for Conquerors

and one vintage recording with new visuals:

Mr. Relocation

I Am the Very Model of a Modern Fundamentalist

Kentucky’s own Kim Davis didn’t want to marry gays – Gilbert & Sullivan and James Trumm have given us a lickety-quick commentary.

lyrics by James Trumm
I am the very model of a modern fundamentalist
I’m not merely judgmental, I’m the absolute judgmentalest!
I always follow scripture and I act on God’s authority
But marital longevity was never my priorityI married first one husband, then two others, then another one
Because I think one man is pretty much like any other one.
I’ve never been too troubled by the dubious legalities
Of sex outside of marriage or of other trivialities

But when it comes to icky stuff like homosexuality
I’m always very strident with my Puritan morality.
In short in matters biblical and spiritual and Calvinist,
I am the very model of a modern fundamentalist!

In questions of behavior I fall back on my Old Testament
(Though saying no to shrimp is way too much of an impediment).
I pick and choose the verses that support my little weltanschauung
And pledge never to change my mind from now til götterdämmerung

I’ll ride this hobby horse until I’m richer than a sybarite,
There’ll always be good money in denouncing godless sodomites.
I’ll put my name as author on some books that I can barely read
And get a show on cable to inform the world what God decreed

My husbands all agree that I know more about what marriage is
Than five Supreme Court justices whose law my faith disparages.
In short in matters biblical and spiritual and Calvinist,
I am the very model of a modern fundamentalist!

In fact, when I see what is meant by constitutionality
When I can do my job with requisite impartiality,
When I can join in marriage two young men who might be thespians,
Or issue nuptial licenses to enterprising lesbians

When I can see that love is love no matter what the sexes are
And understand that gays are just like me and my three exes are,
In short, when I have finally got a dose of moral clarity
I’ll find out what is meant by the idea of Christian charity

Til then I’ll flout the law and draw my wages from the county tax
Which is what God would do if only He was up on all the facts
Til then in matters biblical and spiritual and Calvinist
I am the very model of a modern fundamentalist!

Whistleblowers’ Blues We get our important news from the people who have to sneak it out the side door, since the media only mediate what their wealthy owners permit. Why aren’t the people who try to put these people in jail, in jail?

Bakken Frackin’ Oil Train Heavy, volatile fracked oil from North Dakota travels in flimsy, outmoded rail cars across the country, through communities, over reservoirs, and from time to time derails and blows up, killing scores in Ontario, exploding and burning in Illinois, Alabama, Virginia,…THIS is sustainable energy?!

Battle Hymn of the Public Written for the Fight For Fifteen, this one starts with a snip of performance at the New Brunswick, NJ rally, then on to the rest of the country.

When We Stand Up For 15 Views of the fight for $15 set to the tune of folks Marchin’ In, doncha know.
and companion piece, speakers at a Jersey rally, with same song wrapping it up.

Ciao, Inequality

Hey politicians
Check your positions
Do you work for all of us
Or for the big bad banks
This plutocracy is no democracy
Rule by the rich,
Good gosh, no thanks!Don’t trust your hedge funds
Don’t trust dark money
You leave us homeless and bankrupt,
I wonder when
You will be moving to your new mansion
In the nearest federal pen

You bleed the nation
Take a vacation
From killing jobs, hoarding gobs
Of ill-gotten gains
Shift your ambition
To abolition
This system’s clinically insane

You hold us hostage
With stocks and bondage
Basic rights don’t mean shite
To the shareholding class
If you don’t wise up
We might just rise up
And plant our feet right in your…

You kill community
With such impunity
But we won’t let you get away
With this truth decay
We’re gonna build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now

So politicians
Check your positions
Do you work for all of us
Or for the big bad banks
This plutocracy is no democracy
Rule by the rich,
Good gosh, no thanks!

When We Stand Up To Inequality

Tune: When the Saints Go Marching In

Oh when I lost my job last week
For health care I was up a creek
Oh, I don’t want to be in that number,
That’s why I will not be meek

When workin’ folks must get food stamps
Or live like 1930s tramps
I don’t want to be in that number,
When workin’ folks must get food stamps

Yes we are here like Paul Revere
To warn you of what’s goin’ down
Oh, I don’t want to be in that number,
When our country’s goin’ down

When we stand up for our fair share
When we stand up for our fair share
Well, I want to be in that number,
When we stand up for our fair share

When we stand up, and when we shout
Respect is what it’s all about
Well, I want to be in that number,
Respect is what it’s all about

Cooperative Internationale – Cubans try to democratize and save socialism by forming worker cooperatives.

Hands Up, Don’t Shoot (live version) with MSO Trio, Caffe Vivaldi, NYC, 12/14.

The sleeping giant awakes: Walmart “associates” are disassociating themselves from the race to the bottom of the working class. Three cheers – and songs – for them!

Shake Up Walmart

tune: Bella Ciao
We’ve got to wake up
Walmart let’s shake up
Discrimination keeps women from management
We’ve got to build a better future
To fight for freedom this we vow

They’re cutting corners
Making us mourners
While banking billions in profits
But not for us
We’ve got to build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now

Their reach is global
But it’s not noble
They pay the least they can pay
Workers everywhere
We’ve got to build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now

So let’s all wake up
Walmart let’s shake up
No more stealing of wages and health care rights
We’re gonna build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now

When Walmart Cuts

When Walmart cuts our working week
For health care we are up a creek
Oh, I don’t want to be in that number,
When Walmart cuts our working week

When Walmart pays minimum wage
And on our hours slaps a cap
No one wants to be in that number,
Hard-working folks reduced to SNAP

When government picks up the slack
Cause Walmart policies are wack
Then it’s time to pay proper wages
To put the workers in the black

Yes we are here to tell Walmart
Our workers’ rights we’re fighting for
Oh, I want to be in that number,
When workers’ rights we’re fighting for

When we stand up for our fair share
When we stand up for our fair share
Well, I want to be in that number,
When we stand up for our fair share

When we stand up, and when we shout
Respect is what it’s all about
Well, I want to be in that number,
Respect is what it’s all about

Battle Hymn of the Associates

We have worked part-time
And had our hours cut and changed at whim
We’ve been forced to go on food stamps
Cause our wages are so slim
We’ve signed up for Medicaid
Cause in this job it’s sink or swim
But we’ll go marching on

Glory glory to a living wage
Glory glory place it on the page
With the wages you propose
We’ll be homeless when it snows
So we’ll go marching on

Nobody should go bankrupt
With gigantic doctor bills
Nor should people have to choose
Between their dinner and their pills
The studies are already done,
And lack of healthcare kills
So we’ll go marching on

We are your friends and neighbors
And you see us every day
We work our asses to the bone
So hear us when we say
That when we aren’t respected
We don’t meekly go away
No, we go marching on

When the State Steals Medicaid Half the states are refusing to accept free money to save lives. People are on the move in these red states. In Texas, in Georgia. In South Carolina, a Healthy Democracy roadshow.

Battle Hymn of the Caregivers Some caregivers at nursing homes work without a contract, for low wages, with prohibitive costs for their dependents’ health care. They’re mobilizing.

We Shall Not Be De-Climatized We marched, and will march again, and then will lie down in front of the liars, and stand up to the climate-killing profiteers.

This Brand’s Not Made for You and Me

A jaunt through the history of boycotts – the ones I’ve joined in, anyway – to help us realize the power of putting the wallet back in the pocket.

This brand’s not my brand
This brand’s not your brand
From Delano grape fields
To Montgomery buses
From Nestle’s formula to fossil fuel stocks
This brand’s not made for you and me

I’ve roamed and rambled
And followed the footsteps
Of corporate criminals,
Government accessories
And all around me a voice was sounding
This brand’s not made for you and me

As I went walking
I saw South Africa
An apartheid system
With Polaroid passbooks
I didn’t play Sun City, I’m not that shitty
That boycott was made for you and me

To keep us buying
Sometimes they’re lying
Maybe domination
Is their occupation
Do they do aggression, even dispossession
That brand’s not made for you and me

If you’re ever wonderin’
Is the seller plunderin’
Let your conscience wake up
Give the thing a smell test
Is it bad for the planet or indigenous people
That brand’s not made for you and me

This brand’s not my brand
This brand’s not your brand
It oppresses workers
It oppresses women
So don’t buy bombers
Tear gas or land grabs
This brand’s not made for you and me

This brand’s not my brand
This brand’s not your brand
If it steals the wages
If it steals the farmland
If it takes the power
For one tenth of one percent
This brand’s not made for you and me

Hands Up, Don’t Shoot  Michael Brown isn’t even the latest to die from white cops’ fear of black people and failure to implement non-lethal methods and most of all the warehousing of unwanted humans. He was – for two days.

More Dead and Gaza Moans

Israel periodically “mows the lawn,” as they themselves call massacres, to demoralize Gaza, while spinning insulting stories about their motives. It makes things even worse, right? Time to cut aid and boycott yet? Not yet? When, then?

(Tune: Four Dead in Ohio)
Jet fighters and troops are coming
Apartheid has really grown
While westerners’ hearts are numbing
More dead and Gaza moans

Gotta get down to it
Settlement’s taking our town
Should have been stopped long ago
What if you knew us
And saw them blow up our homes
How can you run when you know?

Jet fighters and billions coming
Palestinians on their own
They’re losing their land and water
Israelis must now atone

Gotta get down with it
Indigenous people must live
Uprooting their trees is a crime
What if you lived in an
open air prison like us
How could you run when you know?

The Interdictacall

The present, actually-existing International that has been organized by The Man consists of a buncha robots logging your blogs, phone calls, thoughts and feelings…but if you’ve done nothing wrong, why you bitchin’?

Arise ye pris’ners of surveillance
Arise phone callers of the earth
For Google swipes your information
Of privacy there is a dearth
No more the NSA shall bind us
Arise ye slaves of the purloined call
Our metadata’s their foundation
We have been bought, now we’re in thrall
By the spies we have been tricked
Every call falls to these thieves
The international snooping class
A web through wi-fi weaves

‘Tis the time to encrypt
Close the book on their face
Their international cache of calls
Our hackers shall erase

Original lyrics: Eugène Pottier, 1871
Music: Pierre De Geyter, 1888

The Times They Aren’t A-Changin’ What actually is “fit to print?”Apparently whatever fits in the bubble that we’re not supposed to be aware we’re in. Pinnacle of journalism or stenography for the established order? You be the judge.

Come gather ’round readers
Whenever you’re stumped
And admit that George Orwell’s
Journalistically trumped
And accept it that context
And sense have been dumped
If the Times to you
Is worth bravin’
Then you better start skimmin’
Through the parts fit to print
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’

Come writers and editors
Who supersize with your pen
You use misleading weasel words
Time and again
Like “the West” and “our interests,”
“Moderate” and “friend”
And there’s no end to all this renamin’
And the reader will vote
Based on the objectivity they pretend
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’

Come publishers, headline writers
With your hidden point of view
That which “stirs up concerns”
May concern mainly you
Try putting your foot
In a poor person’s shoe
There’s a battle outside
And it’s ragin’
But you’d never know that
Inside the bubble that skews
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’

Come all ye truth-seekers
Throughout the land
And do criticize
The sly bias at hand
These corporate insiders
Are deaf to our demand
Never calling for corporate jail terms
In a world upside down
Such clear vision is banned
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’

The old gray lady
Will always stand fast
Do her best to stupefy
The news-reading class
As reliable reporters
They’re woefully miscast
Will alternative media save us?
Let the youth write their stories
Produce their own broadcasts
For the Times they aren’t a-changin’

Will Society Be Unbroken Wisconsin Solidarity Singers rewrote this 1907 hymn, then I altered it some for the South Carolina activists. The beat goes on…

I was standing at the Capitol
With my friends all gathered ‘round
Though they steal our health and welfare
We won’t let them get us down

Will society be unbroken
By and by, oh, by and by
There’s a better time a-waiting
When these gangsters we defy

There’s a law says that our money
Must return to fill our needs
There’s a waiver
says never mind that
Priority is rich folks’ greed

Well I bought me an old Chevy
Paid a tax, 300 bucks
Same exact tax on a Lear Jet
Guess the poor are sitting ducks

Then the Fed says, take this billion
And expand your Medicaid
But the guv’nor that vaudevillian
Says our state you may not invade

Music: Charles H. Gabriel (1907)
Lyrics: Ada Ruth Habershon(1907)/Wisconsin Solidarity Singers/Dave Lippman

Jumbo Liar  Rewritten for South Carolina’s social justice movement, from rewrite by Wisconsin’s Solidarity Singers. Who’s next?

Politicians tell lies on the TV
While they cut all the programs for the needy
Slashing services for our poor families
While providing tax cuts for their cronies

Grill some shrimp, tap a keg
Grow Palmetto
We will fight till the state is all betto
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar
Straight or gay-o
Send the Tea Party back
This very day-o

Constitution promotes the general welfare
But the government defies what is writ there
They could make our economy prosper
With a job and health care for every worker

We need someone like Robert LaFollette
To oppose corporate crooks on the ballot
To restore government to work for us
We will fight but first repeat one more chorus

Truthful Tuesday Folks in South Carolina are mobilizing to protest the Republican outrages emanating from the state government. At issue are attacks on voting rights, education, Medicaid, etc. etc.

I Don’t Go Into Stores  A post-consumerist fantasy. I never buy anything new – except the canoe cupholder.

I don’t go into stores
I forage at their back doors
People throw out what I can’t live without
So why would I go into stores?

I’m never seen in banks
They offer me services I say no thanks
You’re serving yourself
Masquerading as a friend
I have no friends in banks, so no thanks

I’ve never bought anything new
Though warranty’s handy it’s true
There are nicks and scratches
On everything I own
I’ve destroyed the economy
But I will not atone

I mute all the ads on TV, it’s all leering
They really are something to see, without hearing
To allow them out loud would not be good child-rearing
Besides, I’m religious, you see, ad-fearing

Why would I go into,
I rarely even pass through
I wouldn’t stoop to
They mainly sell dog doo
So unless I need a kazoo
Or a cupholder for my canoe
Otherwise I’ll make do

I don’t go into stores
I forage at their back doors
People throw out what I can’t live without
So why would I go into stores?

I reject all those free credit cards
I scissor them into unuseable shards
I get them quite often
But I will not soften
They’re sent by the Waffen
So scissors it is…are.

No I don’t go through their doors
I don’t walk on their floors
I’d rather stay outdoors
And demonstrate against wars
Well all right, if I need new drawers
But otherwise no.

Why would I go into,
I rarely even pass through
I wouldn’t stoop to
They mainly sell dog doo
So unless I need a kazoo
Or a cupholder for my canoe
Otherwise I’ll make do

I don’t go into stores
I forage at their back doors
People throw out what I can’t live without
So why would I go into stores?

I Don’t Want Your Millions, MisterAn 80-year update for those of us still Greatly Recessed.

(thanks to Jim Garland for the original from the ’30s)

I don’t want your millions, Mister
Though it’s your fault that I am broke
All I want is a home and pension
Lost it all to the brothers Koch

Now I propose we jail the banksters
Don’t think Jay Z or me or you
Ever rhymed them up with wanksters
Well now it’s done, can’t hit undo

I believe that the aggrieved
Should be relieved of their indebtitude
And why not? Those lousy lenders
Against America did collude

No, I don’t want your Lamborghini
I don’t want your private jet
All I want’s a Prius maybe
Oh yes and please my old job back

I don’t want your millions, Mister
Though that would help to pay my rent
All I want is health, jobs, and schooling
And long jail terms for the one percent

If God Had Wanted There To Be Other Countries Wild Bill Bailout has an offer you can’t understand: permanent war, everyone against everyone. Offer never expires.

Mergers & Acquisitions  If a tree falls in the forest and one guy owns all the radio stations, and that guy doesn’t like you, will we ever know it fell on your head?

Banks do it, airlines do it
People with rapacious designs do it
Let’s do it, let’s fuse our assets

I want to merge and acquire other folks’ success
Don’t fence me in
I can’t believe you’d require variety in press
That’s wearing thin

Give me cash, lots of cash
So I can buy my rivals up
Like East Berlin
Got to accrue more airwaves
To make you my mental slaves
You lose I win

Yes I’m boasting of my mergers here
Best if I own everything
Fueled by peril and threats from the buyer
And stocks best sold before I spring

When I cut you down to size, I can see how much I own you
And it makes me realize
When I move to supersize,
I see all my dreams come true
When I monopolize

Who needs diversity, you’ve got the internet
Forget society, what I own’s what you get

On top of the media are owners like me
You ask for more viewpoints; American, please!

You know you can trust me to inform you so well
Cause money is speech, friends, and your minds I can sell

100, 200, 300 stations I’ve
Bought and converted so one point of view can thrive
Now you’ll know nothing, as you work from 9 to 5
So you can pay your cable bill. To me.

If you’re used to competition give it up
The free market’s free for me so give it up
There’ll be one big corporation
And I’ll own the entire nation
So give me your radio station, give it up

They Bailed Out Everything But Detroit Arab Spring, Occupy, Wisconsin, North Carolina, and the destruction of Detroit. Oh, and cooperatives as an alternative. audio & lyrics only

We Won’t Be Bound and Gagged No Mo Texas’ own Hornet Signs made a truck decal of a hogtied woman. Up in arms we are. Here’s a song/video for the women of Texas. audio only version

Moral Mondays After Occupy, Tahrir, and Wisconsin comes North Carolina’s Moral Mondays campaign.

Poor Penny Pritzker If you want to evaluate the new Secretary of Con-us, consult with the workers at her Hyatt Hotels, or the schools she ran into the ground, or the folks she foreclosed on, or… captioned version

Trayvon, You’re Livin’ (Re-recorded) As they pile on more justifications for terrorizing young black people, we pile into the streets to say if we don’t get no justice, you don’t get no peace!

Imagine Trade Agreements – Bilingual ode to those working against the Trans-Pacific Partnership. Inspired by folks in Mexico, already victimized by NAFTA – and now this.  audio only version:

You may remember NAFTA
Enemigo del maiz
The Trans-Pacific Partnership
Won’t make us mas feliz
Attacking labor standards
Food safety and health care rights
You may say I’m no redeemer
But I’ve seen this all before
If we all work together
Dictadura corporativa will be no more

The TPP will trick you
Esta no olvides
This global bankers’ wet dream
Es NAFTA en esteroides
Local laws suspended
Environment, who cares?
You may say I’m a screamer
But before these guys are done
They’ll give our world to Wall Street
Agroindustria will have won

Trust the transnacionales
They have your back for sure
For healthy food and families
Monsanto is the cure
Imagine all the countries
Obeying Uncle Sam
You may say they’re all schemers
Hope they’re not the only ones
I hope today we’ll all join up
For the good of daughters and of sons

Imagine trade agreements
Good for earth, water, and air
Instead of corporate bullying
An economy that’s fair
Imagine all the people
With good food y buena salud
You may say es imposible
Corporations own the earth
But if we work together
Un mundo justo will be in birth

You Don’t Own the World – A simple singalong sums up the state of the “sale of our state” situation.

Destroyed Nation Row – Wild Bill croons his impatience with your impatience with imperial meltdown.

Always Low Prices – Not much has changed from the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire 100 years ago to the catastrophe/mass murder in the Smart Export Garments factory in Bangladesh. They just move the most exploitative jobs around the globe. At the center, or forward edge, of this demonic regime is our old friend Wal-mart.

Get a Drone – Wild Bill has the perfect defense against civilians, casualized soldiers, immigrants, and other unforeseen byproducts of his policies.

Gaza’s Ark – The Gaza’s Ark group plans to help Gazans build a boat, ready for high seas, to help maintain boat-building skills and help break the blockade.

50 Ways To Slice the 99 – Within the 99%, differences are important. Who goes to college, work, prison; who ends up on the street? Statistics that rhyme!

The Interdigitale – Does new tech bring us together for truth and justice? Or for trivia?

Electoral Dysfunction – Addressing the angst of voting in a one and a half party system.

In the Hummertime – Burying a pink Hummer in an art park in Detroit – world’s most impossible singalong.

In the summertime when pollution is high
You can drive a hummer and darken the sky
When the weather’s hot
We got oil wars and pollution on our mind
Have a drink, have a drive
Go see whose pocket’s being lined

If your daddy’s rich he can make oil plumes
If your daddy’s poor you can suck on the fumes
Speed along the lane,
Weighs 3 tons, or 3 tons and twenty-five.
When the sun goes down, no one’s lookin’
So you’re better on a bike

They’re a threat, people, they’re dirty and mean
They’re civilian tanks for civilian marines
They need so much oil
They destroy most of the Caribbean sea
Don’t make us happy,
Life’s for destroying yeah that’s their philosophy

Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Da da da da da, hum vee vee vee
We will bury you
Never again see your chassis on TV
Now we’re happy
Life’s for living yeah that’s our philosophy

When the wind is here, then it’s party time
Bring the solar power, we’ll be doin’ fine
We’ll build buses and trains
That run on seaweed, seltzer and two buck chuck wine
No more guzzling gas
No more war for oil in our lifetime

If your daddy’s rich which he must be
Takes a shitload o dough to drive a hum-fuckin-vee
Either that or you’re maxin’, maxin’ out your visa credit card
We’ll be better off
Now that we’ve buried it in Heidelberg Yard

Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee
Da da da da da, hum vee vee vee
We will bury you
Never again to see your chassis on TV
Now we’re happy
Life’s for living yeah that’s our philosophy

I’m Still A-Mergin’ Even More – Phil Ochs is rolling in his grave – but then, he always is.

Oh I marched to the battle of the Enron trench
In a scam that was bound to end all scams
Energy stocks were flying, who knew that we were lyin
But I’m still mergin even more

I foreclosed my share of houses in a thousand different towns
Maybe the house where you were born
The American dream is ending
Thanks to predatory lending
No I ain’t a virgin anymore

It’s always the rich to teach us how to fail
Always the poor to learn
Now look at all we’ve won
With deregulation
Tell me was it worth your house

Oh I marched through downturns of every stripe
At the end of every roaring boom
There were Panics and Depressions
And 21 recessions
Yes I was binge and purgin all along

For I ponzied up my default swaps till no one knew
What the hell they were selling on spec
Though it wasn’t strictly legal
At least we lost Glass-Steagall
Yes we were surgin through the store

It’s always the rich to hold onto the bonds
Always the poor in the stocks
Now look at all we’ve won
With deregulation
Tell me was it worth your job

And I marched in the battle of Seattle too
Though not in the streets with you
I was globalizing profit
You were yelling hey come off it
And now I’m splurgin’ even more

Now AIG and B of A are billions in the hole
City Group screams at Manhattan’s shore
Call it pyramids or teasin
I admit I am the reason
That they’re enlargin’ even more
And you’ve got no margin anymore
But I’m still chargin’ plenty more

Student Debt Is Rising High & Making Us Ferocious (Supercalifragi…..)

Tune: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Student debt is rising high & making us ferocious
You must admit the sound of it is really quite atrocious
If we don’t do something we’ll all end up on Skid Row-cious
Student debt is rising high & making us ferocious

Because we were afraid to speak about our rising debt
The bankers gave our loans a tweak that we won’t soon forget
But then one day they went too high and that’s when we awoke
They’re mortgaging our future, we’re not laughing it’s no joke

They travel all around the world and everywhere they go
They make their super-profit out of reg’lar folks you know
When Dukes and Maharajas pass the time of day with them
We answer, This is over, your grand theft we do condemn

So when the cat has got your tongue there’s no need for dismay
Just summon up a movement, then you’ve got a lot to say
This escalating ripoff we are going to prevent
They better listen to us, we’re the 99 percent!

I Won’t Bloody Buy It – We boycott all the unjust companies we can find, but why do we occasionally balk?

Ghostwriters of the Law – Who writes our laws? ALEC does. American Legislative Exchange Council. AKA the 1%. Surprise!

Alberta Tarbillies (Keystone XL pipeline).

What the Frack?! The good people of the petroleum industry have decided to treat the earth like the government treats the elderly and the sick: expendable.

Disney BabiesThe good people at Disney have noticed an untapped market: infants. They’re now entering maternity wards to provide baby-branding services.

They’re branding babies now
I’m so lucky, I got a Disney baby
Though I really wanted an HP
But then a Walmart baby, would be so….cheap, deedle ee deep
Maybe they’ll merge with Disney and HP, and I can collect all three

Or I could have more babies, each one with a different sponsor
Lotsa free stuff for the crib, a logo on the bib
And then when they get old and gone, sir
I mean to say when they’re two
I could get ‘em Disney implants with 24-hour cartoons
And then when they’re  6 or 7
They could go to Disney camp and learn to shop for themselves

And then when they’re 11
They’ll be Disney tweeners
And the coffee beaners from Disney-Starbucks
Will take over till it’s time for HP
Oh wait she got her first computer
When she was too young to hit the escape key
I had to help her, had to boot her…..up
And show her how to pay the monthly fee

But now they’ve got a home consultant
Comes in with a Baby Mac
Free lessons in yr high chair
And a  free corporate tattoo in the small of your back

Speaking of small, I gotta warn ya
Big government is in your emroom now
They say they’ll give you health care and margaritas
But they wanta take your right to put
A logo on your fetus

They say it’s corporate overreaching
I say it’s just the magic of the marketplace
by my favorite firm
The magic Disney makes when they give free cakes
To the egg and the sperm
So when you open up the college fund
For the baby you might be having in a year
Be sure to check the markings on the package of your partner
‘Fore you do the deed
You wouldn’t wanta have an incompatibility
Between your microwave oven and his TV
So check the logo on your wife or husband’s butt
Be sure it’s the right brand
Lest your baby grow up
Not knowing what to buy to dry their onesie (copyright Gerber Childrenswear)
When they throw up

They’re offering free tickets to Disney World
Simply sign over the naming rights for your little girl
They’re providing a product while leveraging their brand
They’d do it just for love, but the billions are grand
Would you reject a free sample just because they’re trampling
Your inner creative life
Extracting all your vital juices isn’t really child abuse
But if it makes you want to hang yourself
They will sell you the noose – in trendy colors

Oh there are some slacker parents who are waiting until preschool
To give their little babies the chance to become a Disney tool
But now they’ve got a channel all their own they can choose
It’s a mall world after all

Now about “our 365” that’s simple product placement
In a target-rich environment, by which I mean maternity ward
Here come Profit and Gamble and Fix Your Price Toys
Without whom there’d be no hospitals so shut your noise
The baby branding business is a $36 billion dollar pot
So hey I gotta say it, is this a free country or what?

Let me send in a rep dressed up just like a nurse
Who will dangle some mobiles, other hand in mommy’s purse
At 18 days, we’ll start a drip of Snow White
We’ve got freedom of drip, the court gave a green light
And once you’re hooked on the Lion King
We’ll suck you in further with our suction child abduction seal your doom vacuum fog machine flat screen thing

When Microsoft and Disney have merged
And for your baby you’ve splurged
It’s only money, don’t be a dunce
Hey you’re only a baby once
And it’s cheaper if you buy today
So while you’re sitting on the fence
Wondrin if it makes sense
Some other mother’s baby’s bought up all the stock in the national defense
Some other mother’s baby’s bought up all the stock in the national defense

So buy now, keep up your payments
No money down this year but never fear
If you default, we’ve got a vault
Where we’ll safeguard your investment
That’s to say your bouncing baby dear

Look on the bright side
You’re starting over
clean slate, first rate
credit for your next endeavor
Even before your white knight proposed
You might say you’ve already been hosed
Which you’ll realize when you go to baptize
And find your baby’s been foreclosed
You’re OK now, you’re out of bankruptcy
Your brand…new kid’s out of emergency
He’s got a good 9 to 5
Workin in his play station for the good of the nation
And if there’s a moral here
It might be, maybe
What’s good for Disney
Is good for baby
You’re smart, you planned
You came with credit card in hand
Strike up the band, you’re in Fantasyland
You’ve got the most beautiful baby in Disneyland

We Are the Ones A look and listen at some of the grassroots social justice organizations abroad in the land From the album “Food, Clothing, & Glaciers”


Songs from the CD “Food, Clothing, & Glaciers”:

Ballad of BP and the Massey Massacre

I won’t be making the trip
To visit Don Blankenship
In his prison cell
And I don’t wish him well
Won’t visit Tony Hayward
He’s way to wayward
Though seeing him in jail
Is my holy grail

No it isn’t fine to operate a mine
When coal is the cancer of the earth
But to sacrifice 29
To increase your bottom line
Brother you’re asking for it
Into the patrol car, officer, floor it!

And the only proper plea
For drilling in the sea
With no referee
Is insanity
But on second thought I guess
We really ought to press
Charges including reckless endangerment,
In the presence of clear and present danger
He went straight to
manslaughter, sea slaughter, shore slaughter
Killing of land and air and water, so…

Geithner Fit the Battle at A.I.G.

Once I built a mortgage, made it run, made it race against time
Once I built a mortgage, now it’s done,
Brother, can you spell sub-prime

Once in sharkskin suits gee we looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodly…don’t
Half a million fools went into debt hell
I was the guy with the loan
Say don’t you remember they called me Alan
Hank Paul Larry and Tim
Say don’t you remember, I’m your pal
Brother, can you spare a diamond

When citizens default, I triple-lock my vault
But some of my homies are too big to fail
Supersize their bonus, on the poor I’ll put the onus
Anything to keep my broker’s ass out of that jail

Unprecedented failure of our national securities
We must discover who could be to blame
Could be Osama, Obama, or your mama
Heads we win, tails you lose
Main Street’s cool but Wall Street rules
Won’t you purchase our paper? Please do, I insist!
If you don’t like it buddy, hey, default swap this!
Paulson fit the battle at Goldman-Sachs
And Wall Street’s tumblin down

If there’s no remaining capital what happens to our ism
I never thought I’d ever see the day
When government has a role to play
But it’s true we’re all set
We can wash away the debt
And profit if not learn from our collapse
I love shooting craps

Housing bubbles, Don’t you whine
Makes me happy, Like a land mine

Lehman was lynched Merilly in the oh so Stern bear market
Bail out the banks and offer thanks, don’t grouse
The economy’s just lost one half its worth
And you’ve only lost your house
Profit’s all gone
It was the era of the get
Now it’s time for socialism of the debt

As for the paradox of deleveraging
Which leads to alcoholic beveraging
The way to explain it, explain it to you nice is
That the selling of trash drives down prices

We want a clean plan, not just a mean plan
Why penalize the poor
Rich people who have lost more
Than you mortgage moochers ever could have
It’s not like the sky is falling
Though it’s true your roof is gone
All is not lost but as it says in the sonnet
Doggone it, we’re working on it

There’s no shortage of reportage on our mortgage meltdown so
Why not keep the next phase of the bailout on the down low
You’d never miss a million and you cannot spell quazillion
So why not leave it up to those who caused it, those who lost it,
Those who reverse santa claus’d it
Who believe in the American Dream
Especially the part about the Ponzi Scheme

A nation of whiners gets no golden parachute
When we’re through you will be lucky if you’ve got a birthday suit
If we knew in advance what we were doing
it would be called mergers and precognitions
But we didn’t and we don’t so it’s mergers and demolitions
depositions, inquisitions, extraditions

So what if we were all in a hypnotic trance
From which we awoke with the collapse of the tallest towers of finance
Rome wasn’t bilked in a day
I know I drove this country into a train wreck
But I feel a sudden need for a a blank check
Please won’t you buy my………dreck
Have no fear
We won’t let it happen again
This year

Your Car Is Disgusting

Your car is disgusting, your car is a war crime
Your car is in bad taste, according to me

Your camouflage clothing is a devious wrap
Almost didn’t see you in all that Green Beret crap

You cut quite a figure – it sure makes me meek
I’m shocked if not awed by your massacre chic

The Clear Channel Stadium only broadcasts one game
Down at Dow Diamond it’s burnt flesh this time o year
Coors Field has a rule now, they only serve Nazi beer

You think that you’re different, because in your car
You turn off hate radio, And turn on NPR
We take White House press releases
Then we read them back to you!

You wish you could change things, But you don’t know how
With an actual news source, You’d have Democracy Now

At Pizza Hut Park, they really do it in style
At Fifth Third Ballpark well, you do the math
At Home Depot Soccer Stadium, you fix the game yourself

In the land of free enterprise, the stores are all chains
They replace all community with capital gains

You allow ads all over, Tell me who is to blame
Have you at long last sir, no sense of decency or shame

Down at Whataburger Field the pitcher is on his greasy perch
Me I’m waitin’ for the Wal-mart Institute of Labor Rights Research
Me I’m just waitin’ for the First Coca-Cola Methodist Church

Everything is Fine In Jena

Everything was fine in Jena
Before they came around
From Michigan and Harlem and all them brown towns
A rising tide lifts all boats
David Duke got all our votes
Everything is fine in Jena

There ain’t a single thing a white can do
That a black can’t do in Jena too.
Except live in a nice house on a nice street
Accumulated wealth over generations
You can’t call that a racist nation
Everything is fine in Jena.

We don’t have a race problem here.
It’s not about color, it’s about crime and fear
Black kids wanta sit by a white tree
Sounds to me like a crime spree
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again
I can end your life with the stroke of a pen.
Everything is fine in Jena

Don’t tell me you don’t do the same
Cause your New York Bell had a different name
Mychal’s in jail, Sean’s six feet under
So it goes, that’s the situation, you can’t call that a racist nation
Everything is fine in America

Used to have an underground railroad,
Now they’re railroaded here at home
Just because it’s a prettified plantation
You can’t call that a racist nation
Everything is fine
You can’t call that a racist nation
Everything is fine in Jena

Pity The Nation-First They Came-I Don’t Fight For Conquerors

Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
whose shepherds mislead them off the deep end of history
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
whose bigots haunt the airwaves urging more violence

Pity the nation that raises not its voice
except to praise conquerors
and bullies and say there’s no choice
and aims to rule the world by force and torture.
Pity the nation that knows no language but its own
no culture but its own
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode
their freedoms washed away
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty

First they came for the Communists, and I said nothing
Because I could never be a part of that party
Then they came for the unions, but I said not a thing
Cause I wasn’t in a union and what charges could they bring?
Then they came for the Jews and I did not speak up
Because I was not a Jew, and besides, what could one man do?

And then they came for me, I said no! This cannot be
Well I spoke up, but no one was left to speak for me
Well I spoke up but no one was left to speak for me

I didn’t fight for the Romans I fought for the Christians and Greece
But when Christians turned into Crusaders
I prayed for their tribes to decrease

And I didn’t fight for the Spanish,
French, Portuguese or Dutch
When their ships sailed into the Indies
I said look but do not touch

And I didn’t fight for the English
When the colonies had to go
But I have to say, the very next day
I was fightin for Geronimo

And I don’t like to kill
Never have and never will
But I will fight for freedom
Though the battle be uphill
And I don’t fight for conquerors
Even if they’re presidents
They try to buy me with dollars
They must think I’ve got no sense
And I don’t keep my silence
When my country bombs a town
Cause I don’t fight for conquerors
I fight to bring them down

I didn’t fight for the Ottomans
Or the empire of the czar
When they asked me to kill in their colonies
I said who do you think you are?

And I didn’t fight for the Nazis
No, I fought for the Jews
And when Israel asked me to conquer
You know I had to refuse

I didn’t crown the Shah of Iran
Greek colonels or a butcher in Zaire
Didn’t bank on Franco or apartheid
Or any who ruled by fear

I didn’t overthrow Chile
Slaughter peasants in El Salvador
And when they went in with shock and awe
I knew exactly what it was for

I didn’t send men to be tortured
Leave their families living in dread
I didn’t build prisons all over the world
And pretend it was freedom I spread

Yes they say they’re spreading democracy
With their soldiers and CIA
Is that why they propped up Mr. Marcos,
Suharto, Duvalier

Vietnam and Iraq, I protested
While all of my Presidents lied
When Presidents stoop to conquer
I’m on the other side


From Shrub and Lippman

Live in Manhattan(Kansas)
Megs and All

In 1951 I’d just begun
In 1951 I’d just begun
Korean War was underway
We had a brand new Chevrolet
We were livin’ the American Way in 51

In 1955 came civil rights
In 1955, civil rights
There was much to overcome
Ku Klux terror and the slum
Who knew what was to come in 55

In 1963 in Washington
We marched to show that freedom could be won
There were freedom songs to sing
And there was Martin Luther King
In 1963 in Washington

In 1968 we came undone
Revolutions were put down with club and gun
There was blood and there was bombs
Not a nation could be calmed
In 1968 we came undone

In 1969 we walked the moon
On earth a man still called his neighbor coon
Some were happy, some did say
It was mankind’s greatest day
In 1969 we walked the moon

And then the freedom leaders all were gone
Government officials said be calm
With the killers still at large
And Nixon still in charge
So many freedom leaders…gone

The eighties were the fifties upside down
Plutocrats and colonels gaining ground
When we hit 1984
It was like the book, maybe more
Yes, the eighties were dark days all around

Then they invented a new machine, mouse and all
They invented a new machine, megs and all
It’s a global clarion call
Gathers data on us all
It’s a high tech shopping mall, mouse and all

One superpower now bestrides the world
Banners of resistance are unfurled
For these people and this earth
A new millenium’s in birth
And we will not live in a world of greed,
We will not stoop except to plant another seed

The Evil of Access

Iraq Opportunity Theme Song

You and I must make a pact, we must bring Iraq back
Where there is oil, I’ll be there

You and I travel to the beat of a big oil drum
Oh can’t you see by my car that runs 15 gallons to the mile

The lord above made man to rob his neighbor
No matter where with neighbors he is cursed
The lord above made man to rob his neighbor, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
With a little luck I’ll get there first

With a little bit, with a little bit
With a little bit of bloomin’ luck

The gentle sheiks were made for us to curry
To drill our oil and keep it flowing without cease
The gentle sheiks were made for us to curry, but
With a little bit of luck, with a little bit of luck
We can have it all and call it peace

I ain’t no wimp I ain’t no gimp
Don’t need no symphony
I played this one alone
With Tony Blair on tympani
I ain’t no fall guy, I’m a tall guy
And I’m gonna do
What Cheney tells me to


I Hate Wal-Mart

That’s Our Wal-Mart(the labor angle)

My Favorite Songs

Teenage Immigrant Welfare Mothers on Drugs

Bohemian Grove

Straight White Middle Class Male


Electoral College Calypso
Backing tracks by Biff Blumfumgagnge

Just when you thought you were safe from hanging chads
And you thought you could trust the Ohio lads
Along comes my favorite secretary of state
Who won’t release the spoiled ballot rate
This Secretary of State was also co-chair
of the Bush campaign which only seems fair
For so long the unions had an unfair edge
Now we have restored proper class privilege

Then there were the ballots provisional
Handed out liberally at certain precincts
It was a vote loss bacchanal
An electoral festival methinks
Voter suppression some will charge
Machine malfunction loomin’ large
And one occasionally hears anecdotes of precincts
With fewer voters than W got votes

Redistricting is also an opportunity,
Every year it comes into play
True in Texas it was done differently
We messed with Texas you might say
The Democrat party wouldn’t obey
So we removed them from the fray
This had its effect almost right away,
There was only the one DeLay

If your name is Johnson
and you live in Ward six
Don’t blame me for what might appear to be
Slightly soiled or even dirty tricks
Some guy with a name like yours
Will be sent to the penitentiary
At some date a little later in this century

So by association here’s what I’m tellin’
You’re a twice-removed cousin of a future felon
Don’t whine to me about your lost vote
Every Johnson in your neighborhood’s in the same boat

The most important issue was morality
W had it, Kerry didn’t, you see
Obviously fibbing us into a war
Is more moral than throwing medals at the White House door
In such a time of fear and grief
We need an honest commander in thief
Sorry I meant chief, you Freudians get real
I mean, what would W steal?

Now in the Bible, 2,000 verses say
that poverty must decrease
And was Jesus the prince of war
oh no no he was the prince of peace
We all care about the loss of jobs
and sweatshops overseas of course
But the moral issue in the world today
is gay marriage and gay divorce

So, W’s leader of the white Christian men
Kerry is the favorite of young black lesbians
Kerry voters whine about jobs and schools
In other words they are Bin Laden’s tools
Sure I care about the death of my neighbor for oil
To read about it brings my blood to a boil
But the moral issue I was told in my church
Is clearly stem cell research

Now it’s clearly time to move on
Our destiny is manifest in Iran
We are all Americans, don’t you agree
Except the West and East Coasts and Chicago maybe
All of us can see W has a mandate
Except those who are venting about Votegate
I wish them good luck finding the holy grail
It won’t be easy with no paper trail

BDS Songs

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Food, Clothing, & Glaciers
Shrub and Lippman Live
I Hate Wal-Mart

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Interview on KALA, Davenport, Iowa, October 2013 with David Baker & Jordan Light, discussing Moral Mondays, Wisconsin, how to write parodies, why to write parodies, how to ignore politicians, & Lippman origin myths and bits of lore…..(13 minutes)

Watch a radio show – ?! Dave on Occupy TV, Eugene, Oregon, August 2012 Part 1    
Part 2
Wild Bill Bailout given equal time on the same show:
Part 1    
Part 2
Listen to Dave on Occupy Radio, Eugene, Oregon, August 2012 discussing farm workers, Vietnam, hippies, the 80s, Occupy, and mountaintop Removal….. (7 minutes)

Watch a radio show – ?! Dave chats with Michael James on “Live From the Heartland” Chicago, 1-17-09
part 1   
part 2   
part 3

Listen to Shrub interview/call-in with WORT Radio, Madison, Wisconsin, April 2007(19 minutes)

Singing CIA Agent George Shrub’s commentaries

from Pacifica’s weekly election show, “Informed Dissent”, Now with enhanced secret background music!

Iraq Opportunities

Hurricanes All Come From Cuba

God Blesses Our Media

Iraq Opportunities

The Business of America is None of Your Business

Cojones vs. Chutzpah

The Constitution: Redeploying Your Rights

DemDupes and Senatorettes


Singing CIA Agent George Shrub’s one-minute movies:
The Meddle East

The Axis of Pretty Bad

George Shrub at La Pena(13 minutes)

SINGING CIA AGENT GEORGE SHRUB/AGENTE DE LA CIA JORGE ARBUSTO in Quetzaltenango (Xelaju), Guatemala, 1989 Singing CIA Agent, Guatemala, 1989, part 1 2:24 El Cantante de la CIA en Guatemala Arbusto sings “Se Estan Portando Mal,” about the Grenada Rescue. 3:16 Shrub song & Dance: “Call Me Ollie” Ollie North wrote this for Bill Casey, who sang it to Shrub. 3:37 Jorge Arbusto explains the world away. Using an aerial photograph, and some pointers. 12:02

The Streams Are Finding the River – Musical Multimedia on Venezuela

Katrina: The Water Torture