Chants for the Occupations...add yours below

[Ken Burch]

Words are one of the main weapons we have...this is a thread to add yours for anyone who might need them.

I'll start this with an update of Tears For Fears big hit from the Eighties:

Shout, Shout, Let It All Out
These Are Some Things
We Can Do Without
Come On
We’re Marching For You
Come On

Shout, Shout, Let It All Out
Greed Is A Thing
We Can Do Without
Come On
We’re Marching For You
Come On

Shout, Shout, Let It All Out
Banks Are A Thing
We Can Do Without
Come On
We’re Marching For You
Come On

Shout, Shout, Let It All Out
Cuts Are A Thing
We Can Do Without
Come On,
We’re Marching For You,
Come On.

Shout, Shout, Let It All Out
Bailouts Are A Thing
We Can Do Without
Come On,
We’re Marching For You
Come On

Shout, Shout, Let It All Out
Foreclosure Is A Thing
We Can Do Without
Join In
We’re Marching For You
Join In

Shout, Shout, Let It All Out
This System Is A Thing
We Can Do Without
Come On
We’re Marching For You
Come On.



...now, it's your turn. What you post here could help free all of us.

[midnight]

1. Share the wealth.... It will be thanks giving in a few weeks and many families

will be in need. Reach out and share..

[Rabblevox]

2. Langston Hughes poem: "Epilogue" (1959)...

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I'll sit at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen",
Then.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am,
And be ashamed.

I, too, am America.

[Matariki]

12. Wow.

Beautiful poem.

Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am,
And be ashamed.

I, too, am America.

Wow.

[Rabblevox]

3. K&R

[AsahinaKimi]

4. "WHAT KINDA PIE??? "

"OCCUPY!!!!"

[patrice]

5. Whose streets??! YOUR streets!! nt

[gateley]

6. Don't have one, but this is from my all-time favorite sing-along-in-the-car

album.

[JFN1]

7. Here you go!

Hey, one percent!
You might own stuff -
But you don't own US!

Hey, one percent!
You might own stuff -
But you don't own US!


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Repeat as necessary...!

[Ken Burch]

8. Thanks.

n/t.

We need more, though, folks-let's keep this thread going.

Add your poems, add your chants, add your songs.

[Rabblevox]

9. "Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee" Buffy St. Marie song...

INTRO:
Indian legislation on the desk of a do-right Congressman
Now, he don't know much about the issue
so he picks up the phone and he asks advice from the
Senator out in Indian country
A darling of the energy companies who are
ripping off what's left of the reservations. Huh.

1.
I learned a safety rule
I don't know who to thank
Don't stand between the reservation and the
corporate bank
They send in federal tanks
It isn't nice but it's reality

chorus:
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh.

2.
They got these energy companies that want the land
and they've got churches by the dozen who want to
guide our hands
and sign Mother Earth over to pollution, war and
greed
Get rich... get rich quick.

chorus...

3. We got the federal marshals
We got the covert spies
We got the liars by the fire
We got the FBIs
They lie in court and get nailed
and still Peltier goes off to jail

chorus...

4.
My girlfriend Annie Mae talked about uranium
Her head was filled with bullets and her body dumped
The FBI cut off her hands and told us she'd died of
exposure
Loo loo loo loo loo

chorus...

We had the Goldrush Wars
Aw, didn't we learn to crawl and still our history gets
written in a liar's scrawl
They tell ‘ya “Honey, you can still be an Indian
d-d-down at the ‘Y'
on Saturday nights”

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee
Deep in the Earth
Cover me with pretty lies
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee. Huh!

[Ken Burch]

10. Here's the lyrics of a song by Leon Rosselson(the writer of "The World Turned Upside Down")

it has finally come time to post them here on DU:



Who Reaps The Profit, Who Pays The Price


You sit there handing down orders - you examine the terms of the deal
A car is always waiting - other hands turn the wheel
The doors slide open before you - the doors slide shut behind
Other hands carry your luggage - weightier matters engage your mind
You take the gold out of the earth, you throw the corpses in
One crop is as good as another as long as the cash keeps pouring in
The wheels must never stop turning, the machine must be obeyed
The future has got to be fuelled, and there's a price to be paid

Black like the dust, brown like the earth
This is our land, the land of our birth

Silently digging, digging our graves
Choking our bodies, choking our lives
Living on scraps, dying in debt
Digging in darkness so our children can eat

Once we were free, greeting the sun
Sharing the earth, giving thanks to the corn
Sang with the waters, sang with the wind
Danced with the drum, circle without end

Now we are silent, they have taken our tongues
They have taken our pride, they have taken our songs
Only our bodies, only our eyes
Burn with the memory of the old ways

Brown like the earth, black like the dust
Who can we turn to, who can we trust

You've got no patience with failure - you've got no time for delay
Certainty points to the future - straight lines carve out the way
You never make moral judgements - only one truth you defend
Money must be free to make money - that's all there is in the end
You take the diamonds out of the earth, you throw the corpses in
One crop is as good as another as long as the cash keeps pouring in
The wheels must never stop turning, the machine must be obeyed
The future has got to be fuelled, and there's a price to be paid

Brown like the earth, black like the dust,
Who can we turn to, who can we trust

The gun is their God, they have taken our land
They take what we dig, they take without end
We drown in the dust, we choke in the heat
Our skin grows sores, our lungs rot

Still we remember the cold clear air
Waking at dawn with the morning star
Still we remember the sound of the flute
The feel of the grass under our feet

Death may come quickly if the mine floods
If the rock talks, if the gas explodes
Mostly we linger on death's cold bed
Clutching for air, coughing up blood

Nobody cares, nobody sees
We make no headlines, dying by degrees

A thousand shapes wait to attend you - the ones who drive your cars
Who reserve your place at the table - who order your daily cigars
Who silently guard your privacy - who make sure your ties are new
Who remind you of your appointments - you know that they all depend on you
You take the uranium out of the earth, you throw the corpses in
One crop is as good as another as long as the cash keeps pouring in
The wheels must never stop turning, the machine must be obeyed
The future has got to be fuelled, and there's a price to be paid

Nobody cares, nobody sees
We make no headline, dying by degrees

What choice do we have - they've taken our homes
We wait in silence, our time will come
They tear from the earth, they leave nothing behind
Only raw scars on a waste land

Some day and soon the mountains will shake
The drum will sound, the sun will turn black
And from out of the dust and from under the earth
We will arise, proclaiming this truth

All life is sacred, all life is one
From the rocks on the mountain to the children to come

And the walls will topple, and the fences will fall
And the scars will be healed and the earth will be whole

This is our land, the land of our birth
Black like the dust, brown like the earth

You never carry money - you like your life ordered and clean
You make out cheques to charity - no one can call you mean
Through your double-locked gateways - only the privileged pass
Admire your taste and elegance - marvels of marble and silver and glass
You take the earth out of the earth, you throw the corpses in
One crop is as good as another as long as the cash keeps pouring in
The wheels must never stop turning, the machine must be obeyed
The future has got to be fuelled, and there's a price to be paid

[Ken Burch]

11. This one would go to any army "cadence song"

(It's "call and response", with the "response" parts in parenthesis)


Hey there, Hey there One Percent!

(None of your wealth is heaven sent!)

Count to one, count to two

(We don’t need the likes of you!)

Count to three, count to four

(We’re not scared of you no more!)

Count to five, Count to six,

(Change your ways or hit the bricks)!

Count to seven, count to eight,

(You just reached your “sell-by” date)!

Are we right or wrong(we’re right!)

Are we weak or strong(we’re strong!)