From:   shaista husain <shaistahusain@gmail.com>
Sent time:   Tuesday, October 18, 2011 2:59:14 PM
To:   september17@googlegroups.com
Subject:   Re: [september17discuss] this land is your land
 

Hey i;ll add another, since a friend just sent this to me and fits in this genre:
i thought you might be interested in seeing these lyrics from a rock song by a band called steppenwolf that seem as relevant today as they were when written in the late 1960s.




Once the religious, the hunted and weary
Chasing t he promise of freedom and hope
Came to this country to build a new vision
Far from the reaches of kingdom and pope
Like good Christians, some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches

But from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
But she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light

Then once the ties with the crown had been broken
Westward in saddle and wagon it went
And 'til the railroad linked ocean to ocean
Many the lives which had come to an end
While we bullied, stole and bought our a homeland
We began the slaughter of the red man

But still from near and far to seek America
They came by thousands to court the wild
And she just patiently smiled and bore a child
To be their spirit and guiding light

The blue and grey they stomped it
They kicked it just like a dog
And when the war over 
They stuffed it jus t like a hog

And though the past has it's share of injustice
Kind was the spirit in many a way
But it's protectors and friends have been sleeping
Now it's a monster and will not obey

(Suicide)
The spirit was freedom and justice
And it's keepers seem "friendly" and kind
It's leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they were paying no mind
'Cause the people "got" fat and "grew" lazy
now their vote "is like a" meaningless "Tune"
"You know they talk about law "about" order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watchin'

Our cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is stranglin' the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole worlds got to be just like us
Now we are fighting a war ove r there
No matter who's the winner
We can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watching

(America)
America where are you now?
Don't you care about your sons and daughters?
Don't you know we need you now
We can't fight alone against the monster


On Mon, Oct 17, 2011 at 4:37 PM, Lucas Vazquez <lucasbostero20@gmail.com> wrote:
Maybe this sounds unrealistic due to the amount of working groups that exist, but would anyone be interested in starting a song/chant working group where we would try to brainstorm some new, creative, and catchy songs/chants and introduce them to the park and marches. 


On Mon, Oct 17, 2011 at 4:08 PM, Robert Christ <rjc53@cornell.edu> wrote:
I'd like to throw this one into the mix:

What America do I live in if not this one?
What do they think they’re exporting? It’s not me.
This land is my land, where ever I stand
only that money belongs to thee.

The riot of history, and our history of riots
the life you've strangled out of the word 'free.'
Liberty ain't an airport in Newark
and towers don't need to be free.
You’ve dropped the 'e' in equality
something nice in a high end catalogue
never sent to the likes of me.
This land is my land, where ever I stand.
What god has made let no man lease. 

Let no man lease.

Some of the phrases in that rhetoric you're stuttering
must mean the opposite to you than it does to me.
Yeah being scared and confused is a part of freedom
is that what you wanted me to get out of that speech?
Is there another America than the one I live in?

Then why do I get their TV?
This land is my land,

and you should understand that when you say 'We'.

Oh say can you see
that the America you live in is not this one
you don't protect or represent me.
This land is my land

but from where I stand

outside the gated communities

I can see there is another America than the one I live in
and what they're exporting is me
this land is my land

where ever I stand…
see you in the funny papers

from a penitentiary.

This land is my land where ever I stand outside the gated communities

This land is my land I mean goddamn outside the gated communities

This land is my land where I stand outside the gated communities

This land is my land and I mean goddamn you're embarrassing me.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQqZQj2ag5o




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