- xthnru
- Apr 6, 2007
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FUCK YOU GUYS. I'm out.
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Happy New Year from iu640, DND!
Joe Hill through Utah Phillips posted:
There is pow'r, there is pow'r / in a band of working folk / when we stand hand in hand. /
That's a pow'r, that's a pow'r / that must rule in every land:/ One Industrial Union Grand!
Would you have freedom / from wage slavery, / then join in the Grand Industrial Band! /
Would you from mis'ry and hunger be free, / then come, do your share, lend a hand!
There is pow'r, there is pow'r / in a band of working folk / when we stand hand in hand. /
That's a pow'r, that's a pow'r / that must rule in every land:/ One Industrial Union Grand!/
Would you have mansions of gold in the sky / and live in a shack that's a-way in the back? /
Would you have wings up in heaven to fly / and starve here with rags on your back?
There is pow'r, there is pow'r / in a band of working folk / when we stand hand in hand. /
That's a pow'r, that's a pow'r / that must rule in every land:/ One Industrial Union Grand!/
If you like sluggers to beat in your head, / then don't organize: all unions despise! /
If you want nothing before you are dead, / shake hands with your boss and look wise!
There is pow'r, there is pow'r / in a band of working folk / when we stand hand in hand. /
That's a pow'r, that's a pow'r / that must rule in every land:/ One Industrial Union Grand!/
Come all ye workers from every land, / come join in the Grand Industrial Band! /
Then, we our share / of this earth shall demand. / Come on, do your share, join the band!/
There is pow'r, there is pow'r / in a band of working folk / when we stand hand in hand. /
That's a pow'r, that's a pow'r / that must rule in every land: / One Industrial Union Grand!
Fake Edit: Dump the bosses off your back!
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- xthnru
- Apr 6, 2007
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Can't stop posting Utah Phillips:
Partial quote:
Lucy Parsons through Utah Phillips posted:
One time, she was speaking at a big May Day rally back in the Haymarket in the middle 1930s; she was incredibly old. She was led carefully up to the rostrum, a multitude of people there. She had her hair tied back in a tight white bun, her face a mass of deeply incised lines, deep-set beady black eyes. She was the image of everybody’s great-grandmother. She hunched over that podium, hawk-like, and fixed that multitude with those beady black eyes, and said:
“What I want is for every greasy, grimy tramp to arm himself with a knife or a gun, and stationing himself at the doorways of the rich, shoot or stab them as they come out.”
Well, she was just pissed. She was just pissed. Now, you see, I'm no pacifist, but I admire her spunk, by God!
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