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  •  The New St. George by (3+ / 0-)

    Richard Thompson, songwriter extraordinaire and guitar god.

    The time has come for action
    Leave your satisfaction
    Can't you hear St. George's tune
    When George's tune is calling you on?

    Freedom was your mother
    Fight for one another
    Leave the factory, leave the forge
    And dance to the new St. George

    Don't believe pretenders
    Who say they would defend us
    While they flash their teeth and wave
    The other hand is being paid

    They choke the air and bleed us
    These noble men who lead us
    Leave the factory, leave the forge
    And dance to the new St. George

    The fish and fowl are ailing
    The farmer's life is failing
    Where are all the backroom boys?
    The backroom boys can save us now

    We're poisoned by the greedy
    Who plunder on the needy
    Leave the factory, leave the forge
    And dance to the new St. George

    and also

    "Sweetheart on the Barricade"
    by same

    They closed up the sooty gates of Ayres and Company
    We stood on the picket line, my Jennifer and me
    We blocked the street, now the lorries come and turn about
    There's nothing getting in there and there's nothing getting out

    Oh, she's just a tender thing
    She's risking life and limb
    My sweetheart's on the barricade
    My heart it skips a beat
    There'll be fighting in the street
    But hungry folk forget to be afraid
    My sweetheart's on the barricade

    And here come the managers to hit us on the sly
    And tinpot generals with glory in their eyes
    Owners, moaners, Judases and Janes
    But righteousness is in our eyes, we've got no time for games

    In her manner she is mild
    And fairly just a child
    My sweetheart's on the barricade
    For a fair wage in her hand
    The equal of a man
    She'll stand front rank in the parade
    My sweetheart's on the barricade

    She's running leaflets through the alley
    She's passing hymn books at the rally
    Halleluiah!

    Friends and neighbours, won't you join the cause
    Drill it in the tiny minds of them that make the laws
    That workers are human, we're really just the same
    We've got to have the nourishment to fill a human frame

    Oh, we're people not a mob
    And we only wants a job
    My sweetheart's on the barricade
    We've had it up to here
    Too numb to feel the fear
    My sweetheart's on the barricade
    My heart it skips a beat
    There'll be fighting in the street
    My sweetheart's on the barricade

    Politics is the entertainment branch of industry. -Frank Zappa

    by TheGrandWazoo on Tue Aug 30, 2011 at 08:07:23 PM PDT

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