Showing posts with label widows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label widows. Show all posts

Saturday, September 5, 2009

May Day 8

Some random facts:
Lucy Parsons wrote a biography of her late husband in the 1890s.
On July 7, 1905, she was present at the founding convention of the Industrial Workers of the World.
One of her children, Albert, Jr., was a politically reactionary youth and died in an asylum at a young age.
Lucy Parsons continued her activism among the socialists, communists and anarchists of the early 1900s, continuing to be a figure of controversy wherever she went.
She died in a house fire at an old age.


The Red Flag (another last song for Lucy Parsons)

it's the widows and the orphans who will carry on
they carry on through all of this despair
with a faith as quiet as an altar in your front room
not a street corner preacher, someone so hellbent on your doom
so light a candle for each and every saint
carry on and light one for all eight
you have nothing but the dream that you hold dear
carry on and keep the red flag flying here

all you toilers, take the tools
and all you workers, take what you produce
you have nothing but the ideal which you hold dear
carry on and keep the red flag flying here
they want you passive, they want you disorganized
they want you in factions, fearing for your lives

Friday, December 19, 2008

Necklace Of Shoes

for Muntadhar al-Zaidi (and the widows and orphans)



Roll out all the red carpets
Put up a castle out in the sand
Put up a throne out in the desert
go to hell where you'll bother no one

This is a farewell kiss, you dog
Now you’ll wear a necklace of shoes
A ridiculous disgrace
Ridiculous and ready to kill us

Keep moving to stay alive
Oh, the people…
Keep moving while asleep
The people are sharks

Corrupt but loyal, it’s the customer’s money
It’s about money it's a rich land
It was a rich land and now it’s a poor one
by the sleight of a government magic hand

Wars and walls all around yourself
Roll out the carpet so full of sand
Put up a throne out in the desert
now you're king of a forsaken land

A ridiculous disgrace
Ridiculous and ready to kill us
This is a farewell kiss, you dog
Now you’ll wear a necklace of shoes