Protest Song of the Day - Richard and Mimi Farina alert : The Bold Marauders will soon be here

Bold Marauders

And it's hi ho hey

I am the bold marauder

And hi ho hey

I am the white destroyer

For I will bring you silver and gold

And I will bring you treasure

And I will bring a winnowing flag

And I will be your lover

And I will show you grotto and glade

And sacrificial altar

And I will show you blood on the stone

And I will be your mentor

And night will be our darling

And Fear will be our name.

It's hi ho hey

I am the bold marauder

And hi ho hey

I am the white destroyer

For I will take you out by the hand

And lead you to the hunter

And I will show you thunder and steel

And I will be your teacher

And we will dress in helmet and sword

And dip our tongues in slaughter

And we will sing a warriors' song

And lift the praise of murder

And Christ will be our darling

And fear will be our name

It's hi ho hey

I am the bold marauder

And hi ho hey

I am the white destroyer

For I will sour the winds on high

And I will soil the rivers

And I will burn the grain in the fields

And I will be your mother

And I will go to ravage and kill

And I will go to plunder

And I will take a Fury to wife

And I will be your father

And death will be our darling

And Fear will be our name.

Protest Song of the Day...Bob wants to know your plans for the Summit

When You Gonna Wake Up?

Lyrics by Bob Dylan 1979 Special Rider Music

God don't make no promises that He don't keep.

You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts.

Karl Marx has got ya by the throat, Henry Kissinger's got you tied up in knots.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

You got innocent men in jail, your insane asylums are filled,

You got unrighteous doctors dealing drugs that'll never cure your ills.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

You got men who can't hold their peace and women who can't control their tongues.

The rich seduce the poor and the old are seduced by the young.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools,

You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

Spiritual advisors and gurus to guide your every move,

Instant inner peace and every step you take has got to be approved.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

Do you ever wonder just what God requires?

You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

You can't take it with you and you know that it's too worthless to be sold,

They tell you, "Time is money" as if your life was worth its weight in gold.

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

There's a Man up on a cross and He's been crucified.

Do you have any idea why or for who He died?

When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

Protest Song of the day...Toronto People's Summit

So much things to Say Bob Marley
They got so much things to say right now;
They got so much things to say.
They got so much things to say right now;
They got so much things to say.

Eh! But I'll never forget no way: they crucified Je-sus Christ;
I'll never forget no way: they sold Marcus Garvey for rice.
Oo-ooh!
I'll never forget no way: they turned their back on Paul Bogle.
Hey-ey!
So don't you forget (no way) no, youth,
who you are and where you stand in the struggle.

They go so very, so very, so very, so very, so very, so very,
so very, so very, so very, so very, so very -
everything they say - so much to say.
They got so much things to say, so much things to say.


I'n'I no come to fight flesh and blood,
But spiritual wickedness in high and low places.
So while they fight you down,
Stand firm and give Jah thanks and praises.
'Cos I'n'I no expect to be justified
by the laws of men - by the laws of men.
Oh, though they have found me guilty,
Truth shall prove my innocency.

Oh, when the rain fall, fall, fall down,
It don't fall on one man's housetop. Remember that:
When the rain fall,
It don't fall on one man's housetop.

They singin': so very much, so very much, oh so very much,
so very, very -
They got so much things to say right now;
yeah, they got so much things to say.

So much things to say, rumour about,
they got the rumour without the humour,
they don't know what they're doin', yeah.

Protest Song of the Day ... G20 week begins

Wasteland of The Free - Iris DeMent

Living in the wasteland of the free...

We got preachers dealing in politics and diamond mines
and their speech is growing increasingly unkind
They say they are Christ's disciples
but they don't look like Jesus to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We got politicians running races on corporate cash
Now don't tell me they don't turn around and kiss them peoples' ass
You may call me old-fashioned
but that don't fit my picture of a true democracy
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We got CEO's making two hundred times the workers' pay
but they'll fight like hell against raising the minimum wage
and If you don't like it, mister, they'll ship your job
to some third-world country 'cross the sea
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let's blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free

We got little kids with guns fighting inner city wars
So what do we do, we put these little kids behind prison doors
and we call ourselves the advanced civilization
that sounds like crap to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We got high-school kids running 'round in Calvin Klein and Guess
who cannot pass a sixth-grade reading test
but if you ask them, they can tell you
the name of every crotch on MTV
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

We kill for oil, then we throw a party when we win
Some guy refuses to fight, and we call that the sin
but he's standing up for what he believes in
and that seems pretty damned American to me
and it feels like I am living in the wasteland of the free

Living in the wasteland of the free
where the poor have now become the enemy
Let's blame our troubles on the weak ones
Sounds like some kind of Hitler remedy
Living in the wasteland of the free

While we sit gloating in our greatness
justice is sinking to the bottom of the sea
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free
Living in the wasteland of the free

NXNEvangelism

The Wheat Pool
Old Man Leudecke

The trouble and the struggle is worth the epiphany and the ecstasy before the G20 summit makes it all plummet. The North By Northeast music festival in Toronto showed more of a tendency to want save the world than is likely to be evidenced next weekend when the Antifolk take up our streets and hotels. Jon Janes of The Mountain and the Trees standing in the middle of the Gladstone Ballroom, strumming, encircled by an enraptured crowd of listeners in plaid shirts and pretty dresses, Old Man Leudecke leading a stomping singalong from his chair at the Dakota, Sons of an Illustrious Father, rolling into the Cadillac, rolling out the cuts and stains and bruises of their hearts with voices that seemed to radiate from a distant star, then packing the banjo and accordion away and scattering back into the midnight towards New York: these are the negotiations that build a better future. The Wheat Pool's drummer Ty Armstrong beaming rays of rhythm through the band into a flaming audience, Dinosaur Bones flaying their guitars with a steady fevered persistence like thoroughbred riders coming round the clubhouse turn: these are the symposia that teach unity and instruct us in the creation of positive energy which is all that is needed to save the planet, prayers made visible, miracles made audible, consensus made manifestly evident.

Heart Above Head - She & Him

At the Sound Academy last night, the audience of over 3000 were thrilled with the cutest music available to modern society as Zooey & M channeled Dick & Deedee. Shiny haired girls predominated in the packed room, but M. Ward fans were humbled as the producer/ guitarist laid back from centre stage providing only harmonies and succinct guitar accompaniment. Ms. Deschanel and The Chapin Sisters and their flouncy dresses and bunny hopping gave zest to their gorgeous melodic and nostalgic aspirations towards reviving the clean and clear"eternal springtime" of AM radio-pop from the late fifties and early sixties. Even the awful sound design of the room couldn't suppress the heart-sparking soulspeak of true love and tear stained guitars.

K.C. Roberts Spreading the Revolution Westward