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Banks of Marble

(Les Rice 1950, new lyrics by Mary Nash)  
Download printable version (revised 3/26/12)

I've traveled round this country from shore to shining shore
It really makes me wonder the things I heard and saw
I saw a weary worker face each day in fear and pain
Her employer cut her hours, job and pension down the drain

But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
That the workers sweated for.

I saw a man who signed a contract so he could modify his loan
Then I heard the banker saying,"We have repossessed your home" (CHORUS)

I saw a weary soldier coming back from the war
I heard the bosses saying, "Got no work for you no more" (CHORUS…soldier)

I saw migrant workers fleeing, the law told them, "You can't stay"
Small farmers lost their harvest - Agribusiness got its way !(CHORUS…migrant)

I saw a laid off worker, he said his sister helped him through
For a year, but that has ended - Now his sister's laid off too (CHORUS…worker)

I saw the ER doctor and the patients in despair
I heard insurance companies saying NO to universal care (CHORUS…people)

I heard a student saying, "I'm fed up with corporate greed
Tax the rich, stop the warfare, then we can have the things we need."
(CHORUS…people)

99% are suffering throughout this mighty land
I believe we'll get together, and together make a stand

Then we'll own those banks of marble
With no guard at every door -
And we'll share those vaults of silver
That the people sweated for.

Bee – My Baby

(Original by Jeff Barry, Ellie Greenwich, Phil Spector, new words by Hali Hammer)          Download printable version (revised 4/29/14)

You buzzed into my garden – it needed you so
You spread around the pollen, flitting to and fro
You have the gentle power
To help create the flower
And now it's come – the hour for us to help you, oh

We want you bee, my bee, my bee baby
Stay, bee, my darling, my bee, my bee now – woah, ho ho ho

Your species now endangered - It is a sin
Cause Bayer keeps producing Clothianidin
The beekeeper and farmer
Have figured out the harmer
We need you, little charmer, for eternity

We want you bee, my bee, my bee baby
Stay bee, my darling, my bee, my bee now – woah, ho ho ho ho
Bee, my - my bee, my bee baby
Stay bee, my darling, my bee, my bee now – woah, ho ho ho ho

The Bellybutton Test

(The Risin’ of the Moon) new words by Nancy Schimmel
Download printable version (revised 1/17/12)

I’ve read some science-fiction
And I know how to tell
A human from an android,
You know, I learned it well.
If it doesn’t have a navel
It’s an alien, at best
Or else it is an android,
It’s the bellybutton test.

Chorus

It’s the bellybutton test, it’s the bellybutton test,
We need a new amendment with the bellybutton test.

If it doesn’t pass the test
The bellybutton test,
It’s from a lawyer’s office
Or a pterodactyl nest
Don’t ya tell me it’s a person,
It is a thing possessed,
A corporation cannot pass
The bellybutton test.

Chorus

If Chevron is a person,
Would he adopt a child?
He’d expose the kid to benzene!
And wouldn’t that drive you wild?
If BP had a mother,
She’d turn him on her knee,
For being proud and careless
And fouling up the sea.

Chorus

Bread & Roses

©1915 words James Oppenheim, updated by Sandy Opatow,
music Mimi Farina
      Download printable version (revised 1/20/12)

As we go marching, marching in the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts grey
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses.
For the people hear us singing, bread and roses,
bread and roses.

As we go marching, marching we battle too for men
For they are women's children,
let the mothers speak again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies, give us bread
but give us roses.
As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead,
Go crying though our singing their ancient call for bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew
Yes, it is bread we fight for but we fight for roses too.

As we go marching, marching, oh people hear our call
For the rising of the women means the rising of us all.
No more the drudge and idler -
ten that toil where one reposes
But a sharing of life's glories, bread and roses,
bread and roses.

Che Chev Ron Ron

New words by Megan Roberts, edited by Nancy Schimmel
Tune: Da Do Ron Ron by Jeff Barry, Ellie Greenwich, Phil Spector

Download printable version (created 5/19/12)

Chevron's plant sitting on our hill
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong
But will they take care of us if there’s a spill
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong

Yeah -- they’re on our hill    
Yeah -- what if there’s a spill
No, they don’t walk the walk,    
Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong

They care for the environment -- that's what they say
    Che chev  ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong
But they're the biggest gas polluters says the EPA
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong

Yeah -- that’s what they say
Yeah -- says the EPA
No, they don’t walk the walk,
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong

They say helping communities is their intent
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong
But their local hire rate is less than seven percent
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong

Yeah -- it's their intent
Yeah -- less than seven percent
No, they don’t walk the walk,
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong

They make their money and pollute our air
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong
But when tax time comes they don’t pay their share
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong

Yeah --  pollute our air
Yeah -- they don’t pay their share
No, they don’t walk the walk,
    Che chev ron ron ron Che Chev wrong wrong

 

 

Don't Send that Drone

(Don't Fence Me In: music by Cole Porter, orig. lyrics by Robert Fletcher & Cole Porter, new words by Betsy Rose, Hali Hammer)   
Download printable version (revised 5/17/12)

Oh give me land, lots of land
Lots of freedom and peace - Don't send that drone
We've got homes to rebuild, we've got children to feed
Don't send that drone
You can sit in your video booth with a trigger
Set off a bomb with a touch of one finger
Never see the sorrow and the pain that lingers
Don't send that drone.

Don't set them loose,
Where they rattle into battle underneath the desert sky
There's no excuse
When they wander, making fodder of the spot they atomize
I want to ride to a ridge needing no defenses
Gaze at the moon with no consequences
Don't look for trouble, that's just common sense - no,
Don't send that Drone!

So give me land lots of land
Lots of freedom and peace - Don't send that drone
We've got homes to rebuild, we've got children to feed
Don't send that drone
You can sit in your video booth with a trigger
Set off a bomb with a touch of one finger
Never see the sorrow and the pain that lingers
Don't send that drone.

Fifteen Bucks an Hour

to the tune of "Which Side Are You On?" Original lyrics by Florence Reese; new words by Bonnie Lockhart

Download printable version (revised 5/17/14)

Come all of you good people, good news to you we give
We're gonna raise up wages so that working folks can live

Fifteen bucks an hour (4X)

The big boxes will fight back, they'll whimper and they'll cry
They'll say they can't afford it, but we know that's just a lie
Fifteen bucks an hour. . .

Hey, listen up McDonalds, if you can't make the grade
Just move out and let locals show how payrolls can be made
Fifteen bucks an hour. . .

While CEOs make millions, the minimum is flat
Now most Americans agree it's time to change all that
Fifteen bucks an hour. . .

Now listen local leaders, 'cause we elected you
It's time to tackle poverty, here's one thing you can do
Fifteen bucks an hour. . .

It's happening all over, we're building people's power
So nationwide the wage will rise to fifteen bucks an hour
Fifteen bucks an hour. . .

Hold On (Keep your Eyes on the Prize)

(from Trad. Keep Your Hand on the Plow)  
Download printable version (revised 1/20/12)

Paul & Silas were bound in jail
Had no money for to go their bail
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on
Hold on, hold on!
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on!

Paul & Silas began to shout
The jail doors opened & they walked out/Keep…

The only thing that we did wrong
Was stayin’ in the wilderness too long/Keep…

Ain’t but one chain that we can stand
That’s the chain of a hand in hand/Keep…

Freedom’s name is mighty sweet
Black & white are gonna meet/Keep…

We’ve fought jail & violence too
And God’s love has seen us through/Keep…

Got my hand on the freedom plow
Wouldn’t take nothin’ for my journey now/Keep…

If You Miss Me

(If You Miss Me at the Back of the Bus)       
Download printable version (revised 5/17/12)
Words: Dan Howard, Abby Caplin, Ami Goodman

 
If you miss me in the office today
You can’t find me nowhere
Come on down to the Occupy Camp
I’ll be working right there

I lost a good job at the factory
Now I can’t pay the rent
They drove my family from our home
Now we’re all living in a tent

If you miss me paying fees at the bank,
You can't find me nowhere.
Come on down to the credit union
My deposits are going right there.

If you miss me in the board room
Wearing my suit and tie
Meet me down in the city square
That we’ll all occupy

If you miss me at the university
You can’t find me nowhere
Come on down to the police line
I’m getting my education there
[Shout:] No pepper spray!

If you miss me at the longshore docks
You can’t find me nowhere
Come on down to the picket line
I’ll be hauling right there

If your wages have been recently cut
And your money’s all spent
Come downtown and march with us
We’re the ninety-nine percent

I'm Gonna Occupy – Appalachian Folksong

Sarah Ogan Gunning, original lyrics, new lwords by
Leslie Hassberg     
Download printable version (revised 1/17/12)

Chorus
I'm-a gonna occupy, babe of mine (2x)
I'm-a gonna occupy, yes I'm gonna occupy,
I'm-a gonna occupy, babe of mine.
 
Verses
Poisoned water, earth and air (3x)
Corporations do not care,
So I'm gonna occupy, babe of mine.
 
Prisons full of poor and black (3x)
They lose their votes and can't fight back,
So I'm gonna occupy, babe of mine.

Hate and bullying are rife (3x)
Another queer kid takes his life,
So I'm gonna occupy, babe of mine.
 
Health and drug costs on the rise (3x)
The sick go bankrupt to survive,
So I'm gonna occupy, babe of mine.
 
Muslim neighbors demonized (3x)
Religious freedom must be prized,
So I'm gonna occupy, babe of mine.

Infrastructure in collapse (3x)
The rich must pay their share of tax,
So I'm gonna occupy, babe of mine.

Cops abuse the stop and frisk, (3)
Our fourth amendment rights at risk,
So I'm gonna occupy, babe of mine.

Take a stand, join hands with me,  
For human rights and democracy,
Yes, we're gonna occupy, babe of mine.

It Isn't Nice

Words and music by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1964 Schroder Music Company, renewed 1993. Verses 4 and 6 by Joel Landy, edited by Nancy Schimmel, verse 5 by Nancy Schimmel       
Download printable version (revised 2/18/17)

It isn't nice to block the doorway,
It isn't nice to go to jail,
There are nicer ways to do it,
But the nice ways always fail.
It isn't nice, it isn't nice,
You told us once, you told us twice,
But if that is Freedom's price,
We don't mind.

It isn't nice to carry banners
Or to sit in on the floor,
Or to shout our cry of Freedom
At the hotel and the store.
It isn't nice, it isn't nice,
You told us once, you told us twice,
But if that is Freedom's price,
We don't mind.

We have tried negotiations
And the token picket line,
Mr. Charlie didn't see us
We didn't even cross his mind.
Now our new ways aren't nice
When we deal with men of ice,
But if that is Freedom's price,
We don't mind.

When the corporation bandits
Tanked our economy
Did you say it wasn't proper?
Did you stand for you and me?
You were quiet just like mice,
Now you say we aren't nice
And if that is freedom's price,
We don't mind.

You think women are your servants
And your playthings and your pets
You said Hillary was nasty
Well, you ain't seen nothing yet
Not your sugar, not your spice
We are way past being nice
And if that is freedom's price, we don't mind.

It isn't nice to shout for justice
It isn't nice to make demands
Or to gather by the thousands
No matter what the law commands
It isn't nice, it isn't nice
Well, thanks for your advice
Cause if that is freedom's price,
We don't mind.

Little Shelters

(Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds)
New words by Nancy Schimmel and Claudia Morrow

Download printable version (revised 6/4/16)

Little shelters in the Caymans,
Little shelters made of hanky-panky,
Little shelters in the Caymans,
And we don’t mean grass huts,
These are shelters for corporations
Who don’t think they have enough of them
So they buy up legislators who will give them tax cuts.

Little shelters from taxes
We bet Trump has a ton of them,
But they don’t make little shelters
That will fit you and me,
So us little folks pay the taxes
And the big guys get the benefits
So they have more money to subvert democracy.

(Repeat first verse)

Magic Penny

By Malvina Reynolds, new 2nd verse by Nancy Schimmel
Download printable version (revised 1/18/12)

CHORUS
Love is something if you give it away,
Give it away, give it away,
Love is something if you give it away,
You end up having more.

It's just like a magic penny,
Hold it tight and you won't have any.
Lend it, spend it, and you'll have so many,
They'll roll all over the floor.

CHORUS

Money doesn't have magic in it,
Things we buy might break in a minute.
Love's a circle, so let's begin it
And bring it to every door.

CHORUS

So let's go dancing til the break of day,
And if there's a piper we can play,
'Cause love is something if you give it away,
You'll end up having more.

See “original” second verse and its history

Move My Money On

Tune: Done Laid Around; New lyrics: Nancy Schimmel
Download printable version (created 5/19/12)

Chorus:
Banksters have played around with my account too long
Th’economy’s almost gone and worse is comin’ on
Banksters have played around with my account too long
And I feel like I’ll move my money on

Wall Street does the crime and we are getting caught
Wall Street banks are gamblers, local banks are not
Wall Street does the crime and we are getting caught
And I feel like I’ll move my money on
Chorus

Time to put that nest egg in a better nest
Find a credit union, they’re the very best
Time to put that nest egg in a better nest
And I feel like I’ll move my money on
Chorus

When I'm buying local, don't use my credit card,
The fees the bankers charge hit the little stores too hard,
When I'm buying local, don't use my credit card,
And I feel like I’ll move my money on
Chorus

My Country Tis of Thee, Revisited

©2008 Betsy Rose         Download printable version (revised 1/20/12)   

My country tis of thee
Sweet land no longer free
From shore to shore
Our bill of rights destroyed
Too many unemployed
Our soldiers redeployed
In endless war

My country, here and now
I make this solemn vow
New hope to bring
Let justice rule again
The Constitution mend
We will rebuild a land
Where freedom rings

Occupation Hard Traveling

(Original by Woody Guthrie, new words by Hali Hammer)
Download printable version (created 6/8/12)

I been doing some hard traveling, I thought you knowd
I been doing some hard traveling way down the road
I been doing some hard traveling, hard rambling, hard gambling
I been doing some hard traveling, Lord

I been singing with Occupella, I thought you knowd
I been singing to Tax the Rich - on Solano
Passin' songbooks, marchin' and rallyin',
Playing for causes, I ain't been a-dallyin'
I been doing some hard traveling, Lord (Chorus)

I been workin' to stop foreclosures, I thought you knowd
I been workin' for homes and health care way down the road
Folks been laid off, folks been a-fired,
Greedy corporations sure get you tired
I been doing some hard traveling, Lord (Chorus)

I been singing at Occupations, I thought you knowd
I been working for jobs and justice way down the road
Folks in the street, the Interfaiths prayin',
Students strikin', cops pepper sprayin'
I been doing some hard traveling, Lord (Chorus)

I been workin' 'gainst corporations, I thought you knowd
To get them to pay their fair share way down the road,
They pay no tax, not one red cent 'cause they side with the 1%
I been doing some hard traveling, Lord (Chorus)

Occupy Pie

Tune: Da Do Ron Ron by JEFF BARRY, ELLIE GREENWICH,
PHIL SPECTOR, new words by Nancy Schimmel   
Download printable version (revised 1/17/12)
                                 

We’re tired of the cycles of boom and bust,
We’ll occupy-pie, we’ll occupy.
The dough is only rising for the upper crust,
We’ll occupy-pie, we’ll occupy.

Oh, the boom and bust,
Oh, the upper crust,
If you take our homes
We’ll occupy-pie, we’ll occupy.

It isn’t cherry and it isn’t lime,
It’s occupy-pie, it’s occupy.
It’s your just deserts and it’s just in time,
It’s occupy-pie, it’s occupy.

Oh, it isn’t lime,
Oh, it’s just in time,
If you take our homes
We’ll occupy-py, we’ll occupy.

There’s a slice for you and a slice for me,
It’s occupy-pie, it’s occupy.
This here pie will set the people free,
It’s occupy-pie, it’s occupy.

Oh, a slice for me,
Oh, set the people free,
If you take our homes
We’ll occupy-pie, we’ll occupy.

Patriotic Meal

Tune: Wabash Cannonball
New words: Nancy Schimmel

Download printable version (created 6/14/15)
       

I got the world on a spoon and I've got nature in my lap
When blueberry and strawberry seasons overlap,
The taste is just like heaven but the color scheme's the deal
Just add organic yogurt, got a patriotic meal.

I'm loyal to my country, to its forests and its lakes,
From the bighorn sheep and polar bears to the frogs and toads and snakes,
The toddlers in the playground, the workers in the field
Who pick the juicy berries in my patriotic meal.

So when the corporations spray pesticides around
They should know they're treading on my sacred ground
I sing this song to tell them just the way I feel
I don't want any poison in my patriotic meal.

I don't want the CO2 that comes from shipping food,
Chilean berries do not fit my patriotic mood
Nor do I want your Driscolls, till you get that union seal
I want local union labor in my patriotic meal.

Pay Up Your Corporate Tax

Tune: Pay Me My Money Down, traditional from the Georgia Sea Islands
New words: Bonnie Lockhart
        
Download printable version (revised 5/21/12)   

Chorus:
Pay up, oh pay up,
Pay up your corporate tax,
Pay up or go to jail,
Pay up your corporate tax.

Schools and parks and clinics shuttered/ pay up your corporate tax,
Look whose bre-ad is still buttered/ pay up your corporate tax.

All those teachers won't get laid off/ pay up your corporate tax
___When Chevron's tax is paid off/ pay up your corporate tax

Chevron Oi-l has no scruples/ pay up your corporate tax
Gonna close up all your loopholes/ pay up your corporate tax

Verizon, Chevron, B of A/ pay up your corporate tax
___We're gonna make you pay/ pay up your corporate tax

Your tax shelters cannot save ya/ pay up your corporate tax
Gotta stop your bad behavior/ pay up your corporate tax

Better pay, we'll tell you why/ pay up your corporate tax
If you don't pay, we'll occupy/ pay up your corporate tax

Put It On the Ground

Words: Ray Glazer, Music: Bill Wolff, new verses: Leslie Hassberg
 Download printable version (reivsed 5/20/12)         video

If you want a decent job, the kind with benefits,
Just scan and post your résumé and you'll get lots of hits,
You'll get lots of hits, my friend, and offers by the score,
Fantastic pay will come your way, with guarantees of more.

Chorus
Oh, put it on the ground, spread it all around,
Dig it with a hoe – it will make your flowers grow!

If your house is upside down, foreclosure looms each day,
Just modify the mortgage with your with friends at B of A,
They have at heart the interest of our community,
Your home is saved, your way is paved to great security.

For Exxon, Chevron and BP I'm feeling such regret,
The taxes that we make them pay are keeping them in debt,
Big oil just no influence on Congress or the courts,
They have no say, just pay and pay, now aren't they real good sports?

The teachers, cops, the EMTs, the clerks who run the County,
They hold us hostage with demands, they're raking in the bounty,
While financiers and CEOs must scrimp and sacrifice,
They're in despair, it's so unfair to make them pay the price.

Our students, staff and faculty feel happy and supported,
This talk of protest on the Net is biased and distorted,
The Board of Regents' policies are wise and conflict-free,
Tuition hikes and general strikes are just a fallacy.

Karl Rove united citizens to save democracy,
With clean campaigns and corporate accountability,
The Constitution guarantees free speech to those who pay,
The 1% can represent the rest of us, hooray!


Put It on the Label

(Do Lord Remember Me); New words byNancy Schimmel
 Download printable version (revised 1/17/12) 

What is this I’m eating? I want to know.
What is this I’m eating? I want to know.
What is this I’m eating? I want to know.
So I won’t eat GMO.

Put it on the label, I want to know.
Put it on the label, I want to know.
Put it on the label, I want to know.
So I won’t eat GMO

I won’t be your guinea pig, I want to know (3x)
And I won’t eat GMO

Gonna make Monsanto tell me, I want to know. (3x)
So I won’t eat GMO

I got an allergy to ignorance, I want to know. (3x)
So I won’t eat GMO

Put it on the label, I want to know. (3x)
So I won’t eat GMO

Singing for Us All

Tune: Bringing In the Sheaves, new words: Nancy Schimmel
 Download printable version (created 12/22/16) 

Chorus
Singing for us all, singing for us all
Singing through the dark times,
Singing for us all... (repeat all)

Singing for the Muslim, singing for the Buddhist,
Singing for the Christian, singing for the Jew,
First they come for strangers, folks you'd never notice,
Then they come for neighbors, then they come for you.

Chorus

Lady of the Harbor, welcoming the homeless,
Telling those who hunger to enter and be fed,
Let us be her servants, bringing in the harvest,
Singing in the courage for the days ahead.

Chorus.

Sit Down

Words, Peggy Seeger; Original song, Maurice Sugar
Download printable version  Sit Down (audio)

There’s Wall Street here and Wall Street there, Sit down, sit down
That’s why we’re sitting down everywhere, Sit down, sit down

Chorus:
Sit down, just take a seat, Sit down and rest your feet
Sit down on the concrete, Sit down, sit down!

When they’ve thrown your mortgage over the hedge, sit down...
When you’re down and out and close to the edge, sit down, sit...

When the system leaves you out in the cold
When you’ve lost your job and your life’s on hold

When your pension’s gone and your wage is cut
And the bankers tell you they’re hard up 

When the media lie and cheat and steal
Here’s how to tell them how you feel

When public services get the ax
When corporations pay no tax

When the rich get richer and the poor stay poor
When there’s always cash for another war

When they take the students’ grants away
And your kids are in debt till they’re old and gray

When they take your home and your savings too
There’s only one thing left to do

When the one percent is running the show
Then ninety-nine percent say NO

Don’t get drunk, don’t get high
Get together and occupy

                   
Some Subversive Evening

(From "North Atlantic" by Paul Jarrico, tweaked by Occupella and the ReSisters)             Download printable version (created 4/29/14)

Some subversive evening - You may find a stranger
You may find a stranger - From the NSA
Then somehow you know - You know even then
That somewhere you'll see him - Again and again

Some subversive evening - Someone may be listening
You may hear him listening - On the telephone
And night after night - Whatever is said
You'll wonder if someone is under your bed
He'll watch what you read and strange as it seems
He'll spy on your thoughts - Even on your dreams

Some subversive evening
When you find your G-Man
You may see him watch you -Across a crowded room
Then remember the flag - Oh, say, can you see
Our Constitution declares we are free
Who is subversive? Who do you say?
Who is subversive? You or the NSA?

Standing Rock

To the tune of "Yellow Rose of Texas"
New words by Nancy Schimmel & Bonnie Lockhart
 Download printable version (revised 11/26/16)

The Dakota Access Pipeline
Is a pipeline straight from hell
And where it meets the river
They're bound to have a spill
A lot of Sioux from Standing Rock
Are standing 'gainst the pipe,
They know the safety promises
Are just a lot of hype.

It's a company in Texas
That threatens Standing Rock
Kelcy Warren owns it
Or he owns a lot of stock
Mr. Warren gave Republicans
A million and a half
So in every bill in Congress
He'll own a paragraph

You oilmen down in Texas
It's time to get a clue
Your oil thing is over,
Quit belching CO2
The tribes have come to tell you
From Oneida to Lanai
Leave the oil in North Dakota
And kiss fossil fuel goodbye

Still Ain’t Satisfied

Rewrite for the 99% Movement   Download printable version revised 1/18/12)
Bonnie Lockhart
Hear the tune with original words

Democrats won in Oh Eight, but I still ain’t satisfied,
‘Cause we still got a corporate state, and I still. . .
       It’s not the party of the hour
       It’s the Wall Street gang that’s  got the power
And I still ain’t, woa, they lied (x3)
And I still ain’t satisfied.

We’re working hard to fight cut backs, but I still. . . .
Until Wells Fargo pays their tax, and I still. . .
If we taxed the banks and the very wealthy
Our safety net would still be healthy. . .

We saw “An Inconvenient Truth”  but I still. . .
‘Cause carbon’s going through the roof, and I still. . .
When lobbies buy our politicians
They will not stop toxic emissions . . .

They say the Iraq war is done, but I still. . .
‘Cause they’re rattling sabers at Iran, and I still. . .
We don’t need war, we don’t need empire
Let’s let the dove replace the vampire. . .

 

Stop-Keystone Song

(Yellow Rose of Texas) words by Bonnie Lockhart and Nancy Schimmel
Download printable version (revised 1/19/12) 

Valero Oil of Texas
Is not the oil for me
They want to pump the tar sands
To their refinery
But pumping gunk from Canada
To the Gulf of Mexico
Is a pipeline to disaster
So to Keystone we say “No!”

Valero Oil of Texas
You lobby for the pipe
You talk about employment
But we know that’s just hype.
We’d rather create good jobs
And a strong economy:
Stop subsidizing oil
And fund cleaner energy

Valero Oil of Texas
It’s time to get a clue
Your oil thing is over,
Quit belching CO2
That oil is just too yucky
And the pipeline risk too high
Leave the tar sands in Alberta
And kiss fossil fuel goodbye

Take Me Out of the Big Banks

(Take Me Out to the Ball Game)
Betsy Rose 2011
   Download printable version (revised 5/17/12)see video

Take me out of the big banks
Take me out of their game
The credit union can have my dough
I'll cut up my credit cards, pay as I go
And it's root root root for the small banks
Give them our business and thanks
And it's 1, 2, 3 million more and we'll close big banks

Let's go occupy Wall Street
In every city and town
We'll occupy houses the banks foreclosed
Make sure that no one's left out in the cold
And it's root root root for the new world
We're building right here today
And its 1, 2, 3 billion more! It's a new ball game.

(Sing twice)

Tax the Millionaire

(Blowin' in the Wind by Bob Dylan)
new words by Bonnie Lockhart
Download printable version (created 2/29/12)


How many billions must some people have,
before they will pay a fair tax?
Yes, and how many teachers were laid off this year
in ever-increasing cutbacks?
Yes, and how many pensions will public servants lose,
in well-funded corporate attacks?

The answer is fair, it's tax the millionaire
The answer is tax the millionaire

How many mansions must one man have,
before he's required to share?
Yes, and how many people are homeless tonight,
as shelters go broke everywhere?
Yes, and how many times will the CEO brag,
it's his right to remain a billionaire?
The answer is fair, it's tax the millionaire
The answer is tax the millionaire

How many lawyers will Chase Bank employ,
to make sure their tax is deferred?
Yes, and how many books will the B of A cook,
so their tax-free condition's assured?
Yes, and how many loopholes will Wells Fargo find,
while their profits from jails are absurd?

The answer is fair, it's tax the millionaire
The answer is tax the millionaire

Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, Revisited

New words: Ted Warmbrand (sung at Occupy Tucson)
Download printable version (revised 1/17/12) 

Are you wondering with fear what the hell has gone on here
In this land we say was made for you and me?
Are we free and are we brave? Will we live life as a slave?
Do you ask yourself what will the future be?

Come, friends, here's an occupation,
We have work for you to do
When some corporations rob you of home & health & job
Then a public park's a place for me and you

Look around you, gals and gents, are we all the one percent
Or are we more the many, not the few?
If our vision it is clear and we draw each other near
The world will separate the false from true

Welcome, join our occupation
Why just sit alone and stew?
Since we bailed the bankers out, we can't lie about & pout
If we don't stand up they'll never get a clue

When the war is one of class, peer into your looking glass
Do you see a worker or a CEO?
If you see someone like me, no dough growing on your tree
You might want to let your fighting spirit grow

We have found our occupation
Some old dream is born anew
Let them glare and let them glower
But we're building people power
We're a spark to light the dark, we're overdue!

Wall Street Goodbye

(Tune: Irene Goodnight, new words by Mary Sue Mead and the folk process)
Download printable version (revised5/17/12) 

CHORUS: Wall Street, Goodbye, goodbye
                   Wall Street Goodbye
                   We've suffered long, we've suffered slow
                   It's time to say goodbye

So many issues out there,
We don't know where to start
But we see one big problem,
Big Business has no heart

The economy is tanking,
Big Business acts surprised
But no one has any money to spend
After they've been downsized

Get money out of politics,
Get the ads out of campaigns
Time to put a lid on Lobbyists,
Time to end the gravy train

Corporations are not people,
They have no right to vote
Time to throw them overboard
Before they sink the boat

The government needs more money,
It spends too much on war
It doesn't have much to show for it,
We're no safer than before

Stop profiting from disaster,
Stop profiting from ill health
The country needs a major change,
It's time to share the wealth