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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Xmas Carols for Anarchists
by Becky Johnson and Robert Norse
I've had a request to reprint the HUFF XMAS SONGBOOK with lyrics MOSTLY by Robert Norse with a few other HUFFies adding some lines. Protesters at Occupy Santa Cruz plan some Xmas Caroling in the days to come, so start practicing!!!
THE TWELVE DAYS OF OCCUPATION
Thanks to Josh Koleszar and Occupy Omaha!
(click HERE to hear it on youtube)
On the first day of protest, the haters said to us
Why don't you just get a job?
On the 2nd day of protest the haters said to us
You dirty hippies, why don't you just get a job?
On the 3rd day of protest, the haters said "What are you saying?"You dirty hippies, why don't you just get a job?
On the 4th day of protest the haters said to us "You're a pain to be here""What are you saying?"You dirty hippies, why don't you just get a job?
On the 5th day of protest the haters said to us "Occupy my ass!""You're a pain to be here""What are you saying?"You dirty hippies, why don't you just get a job?
On the 6th day of protest the haters said to us "Wall Street's not the problem"
On the 7th day of protest the haters said to us "Have you formed a goal yet?"
On the 8th day of protest the haters said to us"Who is in charge here?"
On the 9th day of protest the haters said to us "Pay some fucking taxes!"
On the 10th day of protest the haters said to us " Mooching little whiners"
On the 11th day of protest the haters said to us "Hypocrites with I-phones"
On the 12th day of protest the haters said to us "Just wait till winter."
On the LAST day of protest, the haters said to us "I can't believe it actually worked."
SGT HARMS IS COMING DOWNTOWN
You better not sit, you better not beg,
you better not chalk, or drink from a keg,
Sgt. Harms is coming downtown!
He's making a list, he's checking it twice
poor folks are naughty and rich folks are nice
Sgt Harms is coming downtown!
He knows if you have warrants
He knows who are the bums
He knows if you play hacky-sack
or feed the birds bread crumbs
You better just shop,'cause nothings for free.
You better be white and have an I.D.
Sgt Harms is coming Downtown!
You better not sleep, nor linger too long
nor dare to sit down while singing this song...
Sgt. Harms is coming downtown!
He knows if you're suspicious
Or hanging out while poor,
Don't beg a dime after dark downtown
You'll get tickets by the score!
The benches are gone
Get out of the parks
Don't sit in your car
Be gone after dark
Sgt. Harms is coming Downtown!
God Bless ye Merry Gentlemen
God Bless ye Merry Gentlemen
but not in Santa Cruz!
Mayor Rotkin has a Sleeping Ban
he'll cite you if you snooze
and if you're warm beneath your quilts
your blankets you shall lose
Bad tidings, not comfort or joy,
comfort or joy
Bad tidings NOT comfort or joy
The sidewalks are for business use, so don't delay or sit!
We've friendly cops with ticket books, three hundred bucks a hit.
They'll show up fast in squads of three as fast as you can spit.
Sad tidings, not comfort or joy, comfort or joy!
Sad tidings, not comfort of joy.
Yet this was made for all of us and not just for the rich
Watch out for "hosts" who prowl the street all smiling as they snitch.
And if you're mad, then just be glad, you know which way is which.
Mad tidings, not comfort or joy comfort or joy,
Mad tidings not comfort or joy.
In Santa Cruz we often fight for peace throughout the world
Discrimination isn't us, just keep your bedroll furl'd
Progressive politics with anti-poor laws here are swirled
Bad tidings, not comfort or joy, comfort or joy
Bad tidings, not comfort or joy
OH COME ALL YE SHOPPERS
Oh come all ye shoppers
with creditcards and checkbooks
and bank cards and bills and coins and
lay-away accounts
Come and buy new stuff
although you don't need it
Because you must have it
Because you must have it
Because you must have it and
right now!
AWAY ON VACATION
Away on Vacation leaving homeless outdoors,
Says Mayor Don Lane "No Sleep for the poor"
For thousands of homeless it's a crime just to sleep
the police will harass you in your car on the street
We love all our homeless
they even get mail
but sit, beg, or sleep and they'll wind up in jail
It's Christmas time now, time to buy lots of stuff
Your pain frightens shoppers, so the cops will get tough
JOY TO THE WORLD
(Its time to shop)
Joy to the world
its time to shop
and spend our dough
Downtown!
To buy the little baubles,
the cups, the shirts, the models
Don't waste your coins on the poor
They'll only drink some more
and clutter the windowsills
around your store.
Revenue climbs
as Christmas nears
and cops,
for shops,
make way!
Arrest the poor and homeless,
musicians who are toneless
Don't let the young sit down
Don't need their kind around,
Reprove them, remove them from
our bum-free town!
Spend all your cash!
Ignore the poor.
Perhaps they'll disappear.
They're dirty and they're lazy,
They're leeches and they're crazy.
Remove them from our sight!
Into the deepening night,
This Christmas our streets will
all be Clean and White!
SILENT NIGHT
(frozen night)
Silent Night
Frozen night
Vagrants stay
out of sight.
Sleeping's illegal
No shelter's around
Officer Seilly says
"Get out of town!"
For we don't want you
'round here,
For we don't want you
'round here.
Judges convict
homeless each day
for simple acts
like work and play.
Using a bathroom
should not be a crime
But if you ask someone
for a dime,
Then they'll throw you in jail,
then you are thrown into jail.
PACK THE MALL
(with Food Not Bombers)
Pack the Mall
with Food Not Bombers
Fa la la la la la la la la
Serve good food to all the comers
Fa la la la la la la la la
Fight to keep all free food legal
Fa la la la la la la la la
Spare some justice for the feeble
Fa la la la la la la la la
Pack the halls with
citizen fury
Fa la la la la la la la la
Time to get on every jury
Fa la la la la la la la la
For your rights are slipping
backwards,
Fa la la la la la la la la la
The Mayor's leading us
backasswards
Fa la la la la la la la la
Pack the mall with
Hopscotch chalkers
Fa la la la la la la la la
Frisbees, bubbles, balls
and hawkers,
Fa la la la la la la la la
Sit, and beg, and even lie down
Fa la la la la la la la la
Break a law to show its
Your town
Fa la la la la la la la la
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