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FOLK MUSIC
  • Malvina Reynolds
  • David Rovics
  • Woody Guthrie
  • Goebel Reeves
  • Bob Dylan

    TECHNO?
  • Pigeonhead


  • SUGGESTIONS




    1. Boraxo
      by Malvina Reynolds

      Boraxo, Boraxo
      The greatest stuff of all,
      Boraxo in the bathroom, detergents in the hall,
      Your dainty feet don't touch the street
      Like people poor and mean,
      And your conscience is washed clean
      With Boraxo.

      Chorus:
      It's all right, it's all right,
      If you're righteous it's all right,
      Tho you've had your hands in blood up to the elbow,
      You can always wash them clean with Boraxo.

      The cop shot the Rector on the roof,
      The cop is clear of blame,
      His uniform was spotless,
      His rifle was the same.
      The coppers carry dark wood clubs
      So blood can not be seen
      And they always wash them clean
      With Boraxo

      Chorus

      The student is protesting,
      The copper clubs his hair,
      His head is private property
      But no one seems to care,
      The happiness he's fighting for
      Is earth and life and green,
      And it can't be scoured clean
      With Boraxo

      Chorus





    2. Love Song for the Cops
      by David Rovics

      http://members.aol.com/drovics/copsl.htm
      Wake up in the morning, give the kids a smack
      Make sure to blame your wife for every social grace you lack
      By the time you get to work your face is sign-post red
      You're stressed out from the moment you get out of bed

      But you're a real man, built up brick by brick
      You've got issues with your emotions but you can solve them with a stick
      You resent all those above or below your social class
      And you can tell them how you feel so well by kicking their ass

      (Chorus)
      Oh the cops, the cops, those wonderful sops
      Aren't they just a barrel of fun
      The cops, the cops, cream of the crops
      Showing us just how democracy is run


      There you go, waddling down the street
      Looking to fill that empty space with something greasy to eat
      Maybe a donut or a meatball sub
      Or some random hippie that you beat with your club

      You thought you'd have respect as a man in blue
      But isn't it sad to find that nobody likes you
      You've got a shiny badge with nothing to show
      But you can solve all your problems, blow by blow

      (Chorus)

      And when the day is over and you've beat your last punk
      Time to go back to the suburbs to the bar and get drunk
      Hang out in the back and count the day's fine
      And stick it up your nose, line by line

      In your tender moments you wonder if there mustn't be more
      Than serving the rich and beating on the poor
      But then you come to your senses and you spit with a curse
      "If I can't have it better I'll make sure they'll have it worse"

      (Chorus)

    3. Minnesota Gestapo
      words by David Rovics, music by David Rovics and Rich Caloggero

      The gestapo's on the march in Minnesota
      To make the world safe for Monsanto
      Goose-stepping down the streets of Minneapolis
      Spreading fear and terror as they go
      Breaking into homes on false pretenses
      Tearing up whatever's in their way
      Making threats, swinging clubs and spraying tear gas
      Repeating what their corporate masters say

      And the gestapo's on the march in Portland
      To make the city safe for Nike Town
      If you're not wearing the right clothing
      The gestapo will pick you out and take you down
      With barricades around the city center
      Eyes peeled through the cold and damp
      They say they're watching for those anarchists from Eugene
      So they turn the city to an armored camp

      The gestapo's on the march in New York City
      And Wall Street's packed with hordes of men in blue
      Three thousand miles from Seattle
      But that's just where the gestapo takes its cue
      From DC to Philly to Los Angeles
      The gestapo is following their line
      It's a military tactic known as blitzkrieg
      Well-known from the Hudson to the Rhine

      Some battles will be won and some we'll lose
      But all around the globe it's the same fight
      From the farmers of Kerala to the landless in Brazil
      To the elves pulling crops up in the night
      Yes if we will stay and stand together
      As our numbers grow in every little town
      The machine needs the people to keep running
      And it's we the people who can shut it down

    4. Merry Christmas, Mr. Meyers
      by David Rovics

      It was a sunny Christmas Eve
      On 93rd Street
      People shopping on the Ave
      Good friends and family to greet

      Roger Meyers was forty-four years old
      Sitting in an easy chair
      His two young grandchildren
      And his sister were upstairs

      Outside he heard a knocking
      And someone ringing on the bell
      Just what would happen next
      How could any sane man tell

      (Chorus)
      One more murder in Chicago
      In Chicago's dirty war
      Merry Christmas, Mr. Meyers
      Watch out -- those are policemen at your door

      Someone's trigger hand was restless
      Itching to attack
      Hey, that guy matches our description
      He's a man and he's black

      Before the door was fully open
      Two gunshots rang out
      Through the wood into the person
      And the children cried and shouted

      (Chorus)

      They said they were looking for a burglar
      He stole someone's diamond ring
      But lying in a pool of blood
      Roger didn't know a thing

      After half an hour
      An ambulance arrived
      Looked at poor Roger Meyers
      Said it looks like this guy died

      (Chorus)




    5. Pretty Boy Floyd
      by Woody Guthrie

      If you'll gather 'round me people
      A story I will tell
      Of Pretty Boy Floyd, an outlaw
      Oklahoma knew him well

      It was in the town of Shawnee
      Saturday afternoon
      His wife beside him in his wagon
      It was into town they rode

      There a deputy sheriff approached him
      In a manner rather rude
      Using vulgar words of language
      And his wife she overheard

      Pretty Boy grabbed a logchain
      And the deputy grabbed his gun
      And in the fight that followed
      He laid that deputy down

      There's many a starving farmer
      The same old story told
      How an outlaw paid their mortgage
      And saved their little home

      Some will tell you of a stranger
      Who came to beg a meal
      And underneath his napkin
      Left a thousand-dollar bill

      It was in Oklahoma City
      It was on a Christmas Day
      There came a whole carload of groceries
      With a letter that did say

      "You tell me I'm an outlaw
      "You tell me I'm a thief
      "Well, here's a Christmas dinner
      "For the families on relief"

      As through this world I've traveled
      I've seen lots of funny men
      Some will rob you with a six-gun
      Some with a fountain pen

      But as through this world you ramble
      And as through this world you roam
      You'll never see an outlaw
      Drive a family from their home




    6. Hobo's Lullaby
      by Goebel Reeves

      (chorus)
      Go to sleep, you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rails humming That's the hobo's lullaby


      Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
      Let tomorrow come and go
      Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar
      Safe from all that wind and snow

      (chorus)

      I know your clothes are torn and tattered
      And your hair is turning gray
      Rest your head in weary slumber
      You'll find peace and rest someday

      (chorus)

      I know the police give you trouble
      They make trouble everywhere
      But when you die you'll go to heaven
      There ain't no policemen there

      (chorus)




    7. Ain't No Man Rightous (No Not One)
      by Bob Dylan

      When a man he serves the Lord, it makes his life worthwhile.
      It don't matter 'bout his position, it don't matter 'bout his lifestyle.
      Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
      And there ain't no man righteous, no not one.

      Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.
      He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
      Some like to worship on the moon, others are worshipping the sun
      And there ain't no man righteous, no not one.

      Look around, ya see so many social hypocrites
      Like to make rules for others while they do just the opposite.

      You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.
      Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
      In a city of darkness there's no need of the sun
      And there ain't no man righteous, no not one.

      Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame
      I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.

      Pull your hat down, baby, pull the wool down over your eyes,
      Keep a-talking, baby, 'til you run right out of alibis.
      Someday you'll account for all the deeds that you done.
      Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.

      God got the power, man has got his vanity,
      Man gotta choose before God can set him free.
      Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?
      Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.

      When I'm gone don't wonder where I be.
      Just say that I trusted in God and that Christ was in me.
      Say He defeated the devil, He was God's chosen Son
      And that there ain't no man righteous, no not one.





      1. Battleflag
        by Pigeonhead
        ("Low Fidelity All-Stars" remix is best)
        Excerpt of lyrics, in pertinent part

        Hey Mr. Policeman
        Is it time for getting away?
        Is it time for driving down the mother fuckin' road
        And running from your ass today?

        Now tell me if- Do you agree
        Or tell me if I'm makin' you bleed
        I got a few more minutes and
        I'm gonna cut to what you need
        So one of six so tell me
        One do you want to live?
        And number seven tell me
        Is it time for your muthafuckin' ass to give…?
        Tell me is it time to get down on your muthafuckin' knees?

        Got a revolution behind my eyes…
        WE GOT TO GET UP AND ORGANIZE (x 4)

        A new production of a new breed…
        STAND UP AND ORGANIZE (x 16)



        SUGGESTIONS


        We are attempting to compile a comprehensive list of songs, (as well as poetry), concerning police conduct, freedom, and related subjects. Apropos suggestions may be submitted to copwatch@lokmail.com or to our discussion forum.



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