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