Nietzsche and the horse by Eric Drass

Pete Seeger
(May 3, 1919 NY - Jan 27, 2014)

Where have all the flowers gone?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls have picked them everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?

Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago?

Where have all the flowers gone?

Young girls have picked them everyone.

Oh, when will they ever learn?

Oh, when will they ever learn?



León Tolstoi by Iliá Repin

Por allí viene Durruti

Por allí viene Durruti
con una carta en la mano,
donde pone la miseria
de este pueblo soberano. Por allí viene Durruti
con un libro en el morral,
donde apunta los millones
que ha robado el capital.
Por allí viene Durruti
con catorce compañeros
y le dice a los patronos
lo que quieren los obreros.
Por allí viene Durruti
con un pliego de papel,
a decirle a los soldados
que se salgan del cuartel.
Por allí viene Durruti
sin carroza y sin dinero,
saludando a todo el mundo,
campesino y jornalero.
Por allí viene Durruti
con las tablas de la ley
pa que sepan los obreros
que no hay patria, Dios ni rey.
 

Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio

Trivial Things

University girls
on cell phones
ah, trivial things
the rat with the chicken wing
hides under the door
then moves through

I flick on the tv light
and watch two pretty boys fight
for a blade

It's like some old B movie
for the tricked and the tame
starring what's her face?
and what's his name?
 

East River Pipe

Bad Seed

They keep us apart from the other kids
They try to keep us from each other
We're no good is what they say
But we just see this world in a different way

We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds
We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds

They make a lot of rules
They tell a lot of lies
If we don't wanna, we won't behave
And they can't make us, 'cause we can't be made

We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds
We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds

The new generation formed the teenage nation
This time, let's do it right

Baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds
We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds

Baaad, bad seeds
Bad, baaad, bad bad seeds
We're baaad, bad seeds
Bad, bad

Beat Happening

He Looks Like a Farmer But He's a Lover

Can't Judge a Book by the Cover

 

 

You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree
You can't judge honey by looking at the bee
You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

Oh, can't you see, oh, you misjudge me
I look like a farmer but I'm a lover
Can't judge a book by looking at the cover, oh, my

Oh, come on in closer, baby
Hear what else I gotta say
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up, oh

You can't judge sugar by looking at the cane
You can't judge a woman by looking at her man
You can't judge a sister by looking at her brother
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover

Oh, can't you see, oh, you misjudge me
I look like a farmer but I'm a lover
Can't judge a book by looking at the cover, come on

 

Bo Diddley



The Jolly Banker

My name is Tom Cranker and I'm a jolly banker,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I safeguard the farmers and widows and orphans,
Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When dust storms are sailing, and crops they are failing,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I check up your shortage and bring down your mortgage,
Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When money you're needing, and mouths you are feeding,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I'll plaster your home with a furniture loan,
Singin' I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I

If you show me you need it, I'll let you have credit,
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
Just bring me back two for the one I lend you,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When your car you're losin', and sadly your cruisin',
I'm a jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I'll come and forclose, get your car and your clothes,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When the bugs get your cotton, the times they are rotten,
I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I'll come down and help you, I'll rake you and scalp you,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I

When the landlords abuse you, or sadly misuse you,
I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I
I'll send down the police chief to keep you from mischief,
Singin' I'm jolly banker, jolly banker am I

Woody Guthrie



Sideshow

Step right up, hurry, hurry
Before the show begins, my friends
Stand in line, get your tickets
I hope you will attend

It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me

See the man with the broken heart
You'll see that he is sad
He's hurt so bad (So bad, so bad)
See the girl who has lost the only love she's ever had

There's got to be no sadder show to see
No doubt about it, satisfaction's guaranteed

So let the side show begin
Hurry, hurry, step right on in
Can't afford to pass it by
Guaranteed to make you cry
(x 2)

See the man who's been cryin' for a million years
So many tears (So many tears)
See the girl who's collectin' broken hearts for souvenirs

It's more exciting than a one man band
The saddest little show in all the land

So let the side show begin
Hurry, hurry, step right on in
Can't afford to pass it by
Guaranteed to make you cry
(x 4)

Let the side show begin
Hurry, hurry, step right on in
 

Barry Biggs

Tune Out, Turn Off and Drop Out,

The Path of Non-Joiners
 

Alan Watts

Don't eat stuff off the sidewalk

Let me give you some advice

Don't eat stuff off the sidewalk
Don't eat stuff off the sidewalk
You don't need it
So don't eat it

No don't eat stuff off the sidewalk
No matter how good it looks
You better go by the book
Leave it there
Don't you dare
Eat stuff off the sidewalk
No don't eat stuff out of garbage 
either or you know what'll happen to you?

It's true you don't need no money
Ah but you'll sure look funny
On your knees, begging please
You better leave your mouth at home

The Cramps

Bring on the Lucie (Freeda people)

 
We don't care what flag you're waving
We don't even want to know your name
We don't care where you're from or where you're going
All we know is that you came
You're making all our decisions
We have just one request of you
That while you're thinking things over
Here's something you just better do

Free the people now
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Free the people now
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now

Well we were caught with our hands in the air
Don't despair paranoia is everywhere
We can shake it with love when we're scared
So let's shout it aloud like a prayer

Chorus

We understand your paranoia
But we don't want to play your game
You think you're cool and know what you are doing
666 is your name
So while you're jerking off each other
You better bear this thought in mind
Your time is up you better know it
But maybe you don't read the signs

Chorus

Well you were caught with your hands in the kill
And you still got to swallow your pill
As you slip and you slide down the hill
On the blood of the people you killed

Stop the killing (Free the people now)
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Stop the killing (Free the people now)
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now

Bring on the lucie

John Lennon

The Battle of Armageddon

There's a mighty battle coming and it's well now on its way
It'll be fought at Armageddon, it shall be a sad, sad day
In the Book of Revelation, words in chapter sixteen say
There'll be gathered there great armies for that battle on that day

All the way from the gates of Eden to the Battle of Armageddon
There'll be troubles and tribulation, there'll be sorrow and despair
He has said "Be ye not troubled for these things shall come to pass."
Then your life will be eternal when you dwell with Him at last

Turn the pages of your Bible, in St. Matthew you will see,
Start with chapter twenty-four and read from one to thirty-three.
In our Savior's blessed words He said on earth, He prophesised,
For He spoke of this great battle that is coming by and by

Chorus

There'll be nation against nation, there'll be war and rumor of war
There'll be great signs in Heaven, in the sun, the moon, the stars
Oh, the hearts of men shall fail them, there'll be gnashing of the teeth
Those who seek it will recieve it, mercy at the Savior's feet

Chorus

Hank Williams

cover by

Anton Newcombe, Tim Burgess and Nina Hynes

Quiere vivir en un barrio pijo

I Wanna Live in NW3 4JR

I am a capitalist, I am a profiteer
I know what I want, Malcolm knows how to get it
I wanna be rich, make money
'Cos I want to live in NW3
 Plenty of money

Swimming pool in my house
 It's comming sometime on my xx
If I keep on really xxxx
There'll be no more public pools for me
'Cos I want a swimming pool in my yard
In the garden

Many ways to buy what you want
Cash is best, I use the rest
I use my xxx card and you pay for it for me
'Cos I want to live in NW3
It's the only place for me

Is this my loan account?
Or is this my current account?
Or is this my deposit account?
xxx it's all free
Or just another tax dodge?
Another smack in the eye xxx
'Cos I want to live in NW3

And I want a swimming pool in my yard
You know what I mean
 And I want to live in NW3

Johnny Rubbish

Nuestro interés es su capital

Money

I get money from you
To tickle your whim or blow up your mind
Then I give money to you
And you pay me back in kind

And I gave money to Bill
He pays up my bills and helps me make up my mind
And I give money to Bill
And he will be on my side
Then I gave money to Joe
Cause Bill said he knows he´ll pay me back in time
And Bill´s gettin´paid to know
If anyone´s lyin´

Then Bill said to give it to Hank
Cause Hank owns a bank and he can make it grow
Now ain´t those amazing folks
That Bill is lucky to know

Somehow my finances will grow
With the interest I show
In the interest it gives me
And now a piece of paper from me
Won´t seem half as flimsy

The Lovin' Spoonful

Himno de la Comunidad Autónoma

Yo estaba en el medio:
Giraban las otras en corro,
Y yo era el centro.
Ya el corro se rompe,
Ya se hacen Estado los pueblos,
Y aquí de vacío girando
Sola me quedo.
Cada cual quiere ser cada una:
No voy a ser menos:
¡Madrid, uno, libre, redondo,
Autónomo, entero!
Mire el sujeto
Las vueltas que da el mundo
Para estarse quieto.

Yo tengo mi cuerpo:
Un triángulo roto en el mapa
Por ley o decreto
Entre Ávila y Guadalajara,
Segovia y Toledo:
Provincia de toda provincia,
Flor del desierto.
Somosierra me guarda del Norte y
Guadarrama con Gredos;
Jarama y Henares al Tajo
Se llevan el resto.
Y a costa de esto,
Yo soy el Ente Autónomo último,
El puro y sincero.
Viva mi dueño,
Que, sólo por ser algo,
Soy madrileño!

Y en medio del medio:
Capital de la esencia y potencia,
Garajes, museos,
Estadios, semáforos, bancos,
Y vivan los muertos:
¡Madrid, Metrópoli, ideal
Del Dios del Progreso!
Lo que pasa por ahí, todo pasa
En mí, y por eso
Funcionarios en mí y proletarios
Y números, almas y masas
Caen por su peso;
Y yo soy todos y nadie,
Político ensueño.
Y ése es mi anhelo,
Que por algo se dice:
De Madrid, al cielo.

Agustín García Calvo



Círculos viciosos

Quisiera hacer lo de ayer, / pero introduciendo un cambio
No metas cambio Silario que anda el jefe por ahí
¿Por qué está de jefe? Porque va a caballo
¿Por qué va a caballo? Porque no se baja
¿Por qué no se baja, dime? Porque vale mucho
¿Y cómo lo sabe? Porque está muy claro
¿Por qué está tan claro? Porque está de jefe
 
Eso mismo fue / lo que yo le pregunté
¿Por qué está de jefe? (x2)

Quiero formar sociedad / con el vecino de abajo
Ese no tiene trabajo, no te fíes Sebastián
¿Por qué no trabaja? Porque no lo cogen
¿Por qué no lo cogen? Porque está fichado
¿Por qué lo ficharon? Porque estuvo preso
¿Por qué lo metieron? Porque roba mucho
¿Por qué roba tanto? Porque no trabaja
 
Eso mismo fue / lo que yo le pregunté
¿Por qué no trabaja? (x2) 

Yo quiero bailar un son / y no me deja María
Yo que tú no bailaría porque está triste Ramón.
¿Por qué está tan triste? Porque está malito
¿Por qué está malito? Porque está muy flaco
¿Por qué está tan flaco? Porque tiene anemia
¿Por qué tiene anemia? Porque come poco
¿Por qué come poco? Porque está muy triste
 
Eso mismo fue / lo que yo le pregunté
¿Por qué está tan triste? (x2)

Quiero conocer a aquél, / hablarle y decirle hola
No le has visto la pistola, deja esa vaina Javier
¿Por qué la pistola? Porque tiene miedo
¿Por qué tiene miedo? Porque no se fía
¿Por qué no se fía? Porque no se entera
¿Por qué no se entera? Porque no le hablan
¿Por qué no le hablan? Por llevar pistola
 
Eso mismo fue / lo que yo le pregunté
¿Pa qué la pistola? (x2)

 Se acabó

Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio

Las cajitas de cerillas

Little Boxes

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.

There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

Malvina Reynolds

The Establishment Blues

The mayor hides the crime rate
Council woman hesitates
Public gets irate but forget the vote date
Weatherman complaining, predicted sun, it's raining
Everyone's protesting, boyfriend keeps suggesting
you're not like all of the rest.

Garbage ain't collected, women ain't protected
Politicians using people, they've been abusing
The mafia's getting bigger, like pollution in the river
And you tell me that this is where it's at.

Woke up this moming with an ache in my head
Splashed on my clothes as I spilled out of bed
Opened the window to listen to the news
But all I heard was the Establishment's Blues.

Gun sales are soaring, housewives find life boring
Divorce the only answer smoking causes cancer
This system's gonna fall soon, to an angry young tune
And that's a concrete cold fact.

The pope digs population, freedom from taxation
Teeny Bops are up tight, drinking at a stoplight
Miniskirt is flirting I can't stop so I'm hurting
Spinster sells her hopeless chest.

Adultery plays the kitchen, bigot cops non-fiction
The little man gets shafted, sons and monies drafted
Living by a time piece, new war in the far east.
Can you pass the Rorschach test?

It's a hassle is an educated guess.
Well, frankly I couldn't care less.

Sixto Rodríguez

Performance at Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah on January 26th, 2012.

Love the Troika's Bailout Like you Love your Mum!!

How I learned to love the bomb

Well there's no more sleepless nights for me
Now it's easier from now on
'Cos I've realised exactly where I've been going wrong
Well I've been lying awake at night
Worrying about the Russians
But the Russians are my friends
'Cos we've got a love that will never end

'Cos now I've learned to love the bomb
Now I've learned to love the bomb

Well once we had a plan to go to Greenham Common
And steal a Polaris missile
And we'd put it on the back of a lorry
Now I keep it in my bedroom
And it's yellow black and grey
And I'll polish it every day
And I don't care what the neighbours say

'Cos now I've learned to love the bomb
Now I've learned to love the bomb
Don't you be so stupid
No no no

You should like the bomb like you love your mum

And if you want to live in a peaceful world
There's only one thing to do
You've gotta choose Cruise

'Cos now I've learned to love the bomb
Now I've learned to love the bomb
Don't you be so stupid
No no no

What the hell do you take me for?
If you going to make bombs you're longing for war

Don't you be so stupid
Now I've learned to love the bomb

The days I've spent on CND campaigns
Just walking, just walking in the pouring rain
Time and time again

How I learned to love the bomb

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