Bakken Frackin’ Oil Train

Heavy, volatile fracked oil from North Dakota travels in flimsy, outmoded rail cars across the country, through communities, over reservoirs, and from time to time derails and blows up, killing scores in Ontario, exploding and burning in Illinois, Alabama, Virginia,…THIS is sustainable energy?!

[Chattanooga Choo Choo:]
Pardon me boys, is that the bakken frackin’ oil train?
Right on track by my house
Endangering my spouse and cat & parakeet, I gotta tweet
I can’t afford the stored explosive crude that rolls there
It isn’t fair, & they don’t seem to care

It leaves the North Dakota bakken Yes that is where they drill
Our neighborhood is burned & blackened when there’s a spill
20 trains a week, we’re really up a creek
Derailment and defilement, is that what we seek?

When you see us demonstratin’
Maybe you should
Not wait until it blows then it’s too late, it’s no good
Frackin’ in the bakken
Our anger musn’t slacken
Woo, woo! Whoosh there goes the neighborhood

There’s gonna be a little party at the station
We’ll be makin’ our case
This train is such a disgrace (we’re getting’ in your face)
We’re gonna cry
And tell the CSX folks that they can’t roam
Over our reservoir, we’re gonna send them on home

[Folsom Prison Blues:]
I hear that train a comin’
Across the reservoir
Our water source is pure and clean
Cause the oil ain’t spilled – so far
I’m stuck with frackin’ oil trains
That oil can really blaze (i mean for days)
But that train keeps a-rolling
Right through our waterways

When I was just a baby
My mama told me, “Dude
Always keep a clean train
Don’t load it up with crude”
But this oil train’s a casino
They’re gambling with our lives
(feels like hives or rusty knives)
When I hear that whistle blowin’
I raise my fist and cry

I bet there’s rich folks cheatin’ us
with volatile bomb trains
Blowin’ up communities
For ill-gotten gains
Well as long as they keep comin’
I know I can’t be free – anybody agree?
But those bomb trains keep a-movin’
And that’s what tortures me

Well when the people have arisen
Will the railroad hear our yell
Will they snap out of it, break that
hydrocarbon spell
Convert to safer sources
Outgrow this crude oil scene (OBscene)
For the planet and the people
You know it’s time to go green

[Freight Train, rewrite by Paula Rogovin:]
Oil trains, oil trains passing by
We’re endangered, can’t stand by
The Gov. won’t tell when Bakken’s flowin’
He won’t tell the comin’s and goin’s

In Quebec an oil train rode
That Bakken oil train did explode
Forty-seven good people lost their lives
Listen, you’ll still hear their loved ones cry

In Lynchburg, Virginia an oil train rode
It fell off the tracks, and it did explode
Toxins got on the ground and in the water supply
Listen, you’ll still hear the wildlife cry

Don’t want those Bakken oil trains here
We think people’s lives are way too dear
It’s time that we start thinking green
And keep our air, soil, and water clean

Battle Hymn of the Public

Written for the Fight For Fifteen, this one starts with a snip of performance at the New Brunswick, NJ rally, then on to the rest of the country.

We have worked to keep communities
And families living well
We are proud to do our part
And now we’ve come out here to tell
That if you don’t want workers
Who are threatening to rebel
Then pay them what they’re worth

Chorus:
Glory glory to a living wage
Glory glory place it on the page
You may ask what does that mean
At a minimum, 15
So we go marching on

Nobody should go bankrupt
With gigantic doctor bills
Nor should people have to choose
Between their dinner and their pills
The studies are already done,
And lack of healthcare kills
So we’ll go marching on
Chorus

We are your friends and neighbors
And you see us every day
We work our asses to the bone
So hear us when we say
That when we aren’t respected
We don’t meekly go away
No, we go marching on
Chorus

When We Stand Up For 15

Views of the fight for $15 set to the tune of folks Marchin’ In, doncha know.

Oh when I cashed my check last week
I saw that I was up a creek
Oh, I don’t want to be in that number,
That’s why I will not be meek

When workin’ folks must get food stamps
Or live like 1930s tramps
I don’t want to be in that number,
When workin’ folks must get food stamps

Yes we are here like Paul Revere
To let you know what we have seen
Every worker’s gonna get a number,
And that number is 15

When we stand up for our fair share
When we stand up for our fair share
Well, I want to be in that number,
When we stand up for our fair share

When we stand up, and when we shout
Respect is what it’s all about
Well, I want to be in that number,
Respect is what it’s all about

Ciao, Inequality

Hey politicians
Check your positions
Do you work for all of us
Or for the big bad banks
This plutocracy is no democracy
Rule by the rich,
Good gosh, no thanks!

Don’t trust your hedge funds
Don’t trust dark money
You leave us homeless and bankrupt,
I wonder when
You will be moving to your new mansion
In the nearest federal pen

You bleed the nation
Take a vacation
From killing jobs, hoarding gobs
Of ill-gotten gains
Shift your ambition
To abolition
This system’s clinically insane

You hold us hostage
With stocks and bondage
Basic rights don’t mean shite
To the shareholding class
If you don’t wise up
We might just rise up
And plant our feet right in your…
Pants

You kill community
With such impunity
But we won’t let you get away
With this truth decay
We’re gonna build a better future
And we’re gonna start right now

So politicians
Check your positions
Do you work for all of us
Or for the big bad banks
This plutocracy is no democracy
Rule by the rich,
Good gosh, no thanks!

When We Stand Up To Inequality

Tune: When the Saints Go Marching In
Oh when I lost my job last week
For health care I was up a creek
Oh, I don’t want to be in that number,
That’s why I will not be meek

When workin’ folks must get food stamps
Or live like 1930s tramps
I don’t want to be in that number,
When workin’ folks must get food stamps

Yes we are here like Paul Revere
To warn you of what’s goin’ down
Oh, I don’t want to be in that number,
When our country’s goin’ down

When we stand up for our fair share
When we stand up for our fair share
Well, I want to be in that number,
When we stand up for our fair share

When we stand up, and when we shout
Respect is what it’s all about
Well, I want to be in that number,
Respect is what it’s all about

Cooperative Internationale

Cubans try to democratize and save socialism by forming worker cooperatives.

Arise ye pris’ners of hierarchy
Arise ye workers with your tools
Cooperatives are in formation
Transforming social rules

Tis a new phase of hist’ry
Searching for democracy
Incorporating everywhere
The shift from I to we

Tis humanity’s project
Working for the social good
Community empowerment
All power to the hood

Community empowerment
All power to the hood

Hands Up, Don’t Shoot (live version)

with MSO Trio, Caffe Vivaldi, NYC, 12/14.

HANDS UP, DON’T SHOOT

Michael Brown went down
Laid there, stayed there
Four hours to show the powers
Of the powers that be
This is F.U.Q.D. up up up, alla way up
This system is deranged

Tanks in the cities
Tear gas in our eyes
Your average police spokesbot
Almost always lies
Military occupying brown communities
Has anything really changed?

chorus:
Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant and Michael Brown
If the list gets any longer this whole system will go down
Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant and Michael Brown
If the list gets any longer this whole system will go down

Clergy wearing gas masks
Why you killin’ us, a mother asks
Nothin’ left to live for, feels like Palestine
A mere child, state gone wild, no charges filed
Death by assembly line

They coulda tried anything besides six shots to kill
No job, bad schools, worse cops – call it what you will
When the whites gonna get it, this goes on because we let it
Hands up don’t shoot

Two days later, seven more shots
Another child falls, democracy rots
American trees bear strange fruit
Hands up don’t shoot

Looks like Katrina, looks like Gaza, looks like South Africa
Warehouse the poor and colored, police lied, justice died
Black youth caught in the jaws, cops are the cause
chorus