O Crucible of Specious Lies

Tune of America The Beautiful

O crucible of specious lies
And greedy raves of gain,
Where dollars vote, there freedom dies,
Washed down the swirling drain.
America! America!
They shed disgrace on thee,
And drown thy good in pools of blood
Across the shining sea.

Where dutiful in riot gear,
They wield their pepper spray,
Their stun grenades, as they draw near
Amid the asphalt fray.
America! America!
They shed disgrace on thee
Debase their soul in crowd-control,
Crush law and liberty.

O bounty for the financier,
The laws corruption bought!
For none but self, they gain each year,
A tempest they have wrought.
America! America!
They shed disgrace on thee,
While they their rancid oil refine,
Tar-crusted dies the sea.

Granny Paige and the Raging Grannies of Greater Westerly, Rhode Island

Oh, Wal-Mart’s come into our town
And discounted all their prices down.
They’ve built big stores.

They’re keeping their prices very low
By paying their workers far below
A living wage.

They sell cheap stuff from foreign shores
Made by the sweat of the working poor
For us to buy.

They sell below the other shops
So all the little moms and pops
Will soon be closed.

With no more jobs and no more pay
The shoppers soon will go away...
Then who will buy?

So, Wal-Mart get out of our town!
You’re tearing our economy down.
And we won’t buy!!!

Wal-Mart sucks...
The life out of towns!
The mom and pop stores have to close their doors
And local economies fall through the floor!
Yes, Wal-Mart sucks.

Wal-Mart stinks...
Of corporate greed!
They sell cheap goods made by foreign sweatshops
Where workers earn pennies and work ‘til they drop!
Yes, Wal-Mart stinks!
 
Wal-Mart blows...
Away union jobs!
Good wages and benefits? Nothing but lies!
They’ll fire you quick if you organize!
Yes, Wal-Mart blows!

Look at Wal-Mart in your city
Where the people often shop,
It's a store that sells cheap products
Made in foreign sweatshops.

            So stop shopping at this Wal-Mart
            ’Til it treats its workers well,
            And if Wal-Mart won't cooperate,
            They can just go straight to hell.

And its management whose treatment
Of the women is unfair,
And the companies it deals with
End up losing their fair share.

            So stop shopping . . .

Living wage is non-existent,
They can never unionize,
When they try to, they get fired!
Please don't shop here we advise.

             So stop shopping . . .

 You'd better watch out, it's happening fast --
Mom and Pop shops are a thing of the past.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.
The corner store's gone, it couldn't compete
With mega-marts cov’ring a million square feet.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.

            Two hundred billion dollars
            They're haulin' in each year!
            They're the biggest corporation
            In both the hemispheres....

They say they're "just folks,” simple and plain,
But we know that they’re the Merchants of Shame!
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.

You'd better take note if you're in retail,
Tomorrow your job might be up for sale.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.
A poverty wage is what you'll expect
When you've got the Waltons writing your check.
Wal-Mart stores are ruining our town.

            They're slashing pay and prices,
            It’s a national disgrace!
            They’re destroying our economy
            While they wear their happy face....

 So it's time to say "NO!" We're taking a stand.
 Shopping for Justice, that is our plan.
 Wal-Mart stores, get out of our town!

Marcelo Lucero
Worked for wages so very low
Kids who didn’t like immigrants
Went out hunting for someone like him
To torment and terrify
They wanted to terrify

Marcelo Lucero
To your murder we say no
No to the racism, hatred and fear
That took away your life so dear
We must remember your name
We will remember your name

Immigrants and native-born
To one race we all belong
All entitled to human rights
To work and live by our own lights
We must learn to live in peace
On earth in heavenly peace

Try not to get sick
Or you might as well die.
Avoid accidents,
I’m telling you why
You can’t afford medical, care

You pay premiums,
Meet deductibles
Then you find out you’re
Not eligible
For that operation, you need.

BRIDGE

Well, Michael Moore, he said it
Hit the nail right on the head
Take the profit out of healthcare
Or dry we’ll all be bled

In Europe, Japan,
And Canada, too,
In Cuba, Thailand
And Sri Lanka, YOU [point to audience]
Will see universal healthcare.

BRIDGE

In lots of other places
That’s just what they have done
Told insurance and drug companies
To stop having so much fun.

Call us socialists,
We really don’t mind.
Just look at the facts.
We know you will find
Everybody must have healthcare.

Lots of better places than home
for the holidays
Maybe best to stay far away and roam
If you usually have a hard time there
on holidays
Think twice before you call that place your ‘home.’

2)Sure everyone deserves a home but media
Have snuck schmaltz in where reality should be
Nobody’s home’s a picture perfect paradise
Check the Christmas misery site – you will agree

3) Grieve that home that never was (without self pity)
You survived now you can make one of your own
Find a friend and then a brand new way to celebrate
Mean something special now when you say ‘going home.’
Rose DeShaw

STRESS AT CHRISTMAS – EXPLANATORY CAROL
Tune: Joy To The World (Rose DeShaw)
What is the source of Christmas stress?
Why must things be this way?
It’s from the media, modeling
Illusory enobling
That we must get it right
No room for Christmas blight
Till your nerves and my nerves
Are strung too tight!
V2 No more let Christmas stress abound
Nor sorrow fill the air
We do the best we can
A holiday to plan
We are not Christmas ads
Not catalogue Moms & Dads
Flawed, often foolish
We make our way
3) Then let true happiness abound
As TV specials say
If they are right that family
(Not gifts for all humanity)
Is the best gift of all
Then we can skip the mall
Comforted by peace that will
Around us fall

Tune: O Come All Ye Faithful (Rose DeShaw) Songs for the heart in this time of bad economy & worry:

O come all ye fearful
Fretful about Christmas
O come ye
O come ye
To reason once again
Come and behold them
All the TV specials
That say it isn’t presents
Or everything just perfect
But who you are and what you do
That mak-kes the day
2)O Sing a little bet-ter
Christmas isn’t madness
All stressed out and chewing out
Your loved ones around
Your TV has nailed it
Calm down and embrace it
They want you sane and happy
And take a little nappy
This really is what’s wanted
On Chri-ismas day.
3) ‘My miserable Christmas’
Website tells the horrors
But all these are just about
How adults behave
Depressing reading
But they teach a lesson
We can improve so easily
Patient and kind so breezily
It’s attitude not plentitude
That makes Christmas day!
4) Whatever we’ve got then
Absolutely will content us
A messy house
A partner louse
They’re ours and we’ll cope
We’ll look for the fun parts
Stretchify our grinch hearts
Relax don’t sweat the small stuff
What we’ve got will be en-ough
The atmosphere at ours will be
Comfy and kind!

City Sidewalks, Busy Sidewalks
Been replaced by the mall
Where the parking’s just awful and ba-ad
Fights will break out
Cops are called out
O the mall is the place
Where corporations all strut their stuff!
O their malls
They appall
Nothing about them says Christmas
Only ding-a-lings bring
Themselves to shop there today

2) If you must shop
Then you should shop
Craft shows, church bazares
Where the sellers made all of the presents
Or some online third world giftings
Like a goat or a well
That’s the sprit of giving – that’s SWELL!
But the mall
It appalls
Do not take part in its furor
Ding-a-lings buy their things
But Christmas day doesn’t mean THAT!

Carols to help you cope with Christmas

(Tune: Here Comes Santa Claus)

Here comes Christmas
I can’t handle it
Expectations by all
Parties, laughter, children singing
Friends who come to call
I’m learning how to say to all
I don’t feel merry & bright
But with your support
I’ll make it through
Another long Christmas night!

(Tune: I’ll Be Home for Christmas)
All those drunken Christmases
All those years of pain
We can put behind us now
Not visit them, again.
You & I are grown now
We can find a way
To keep those drunken Christmases
From killing us today.

(Tune: No Place Like Home For Holidays)
Wish that you had a home for the holidays?
Reach out your hand to those you see in pain
A happy family may be something
that you never had
Friends can help you start a better life again.

It’s the most difficult time of the year
With the memories coming
And crowds all succumbing
Where everyone tells you to
Be of good cheer
It’s the most difficult time of the year

It’s the hard-hardest season of all
Boozy get togethers and fighting the weather
Temptations will call
It’s the hard-hardest season of all
But there’s meetings to go to
And others to talk to
No need to stay out in the snow
There’ll be advice for livin’
And life stories given of
Christmases long, long ago

It’s the most difficult time of the year
When your memory’s paining
Your struggles are draining
We’ve been there, my dear
It’s the most difficult time of the year

But there’s meetings to go to
And others to talk to
No need to stay out in the snow
There’ll be advice for living’
And life stories given of
Christmases long, long ago

It’s the most difficult time of the year
When your memory’s paining
Your struggles are draining
We’ve been there, my dear
It’s the most difficult time
It’s the most difficult time
It’s the most difficult time
It’s the most difficult time of the year!

Obama, we were hopeful, cautiously believing
You meant what you said to us -- we’d get bo-old change!
Now we know better, here’s our warning letter:
OBAMA WE’LL BE WATCHING,
OBAMA WE’LL BE MARCHING,
OBAMA WE’LL BE HOLDING YOUR FEET TO THE FIRE!

Your first years were frightful -- trying to get your bearings,
Oil men and gen’rals whisp’ring into your ears;
Outside, we’re shouting – listen to your people!
OBAMA WE ARE WATCHING,
OBAMA WE ARE MARCHING,
OBAMA WE ARE HOLDING YOUR FEET TO THE FIRE!

Barack, it’s disgraceful, see how things have worsened;
Folks losing jobs and health care, Wall Street running free!
And don’t get me started on military spending –
OBAMA WE ARE WATCHING,
OBAMA WE ARE MARCHING,
OBAMA WE ARE HOLDING YOUR FEET TO THE FIRE!

We are still hopeful, we think you can do it;
Show us real progress, not the same old politics.
Remember your promise, remember who elected you!
OBAMA WE ARE WATCHING,
OBAMA WE ARE MARCHING,
OBAMA WE ARE HOLDING YOUR FEET TO THE FIRE!

We Rage to End All War [Mother’s Day Version 2011]
(Tune: “Battle Hymn of the Republic”)
New lyrics by Vicki Ryder

We’re the Raging Grannies and we want you all to know
That war is not the way to peace and we must all say NO!
We’ve seen it time and time again – war’s not the way to go!
We rage to end all war!

Chorus:   
         Happy Mother’s Day to all you Grannies,
         Here’s hoping that you’ll get up off your fannies,
         And join us on this day as we proclaim with all our might:
         It’s time to end all war!

We put away our knitting, tuck the grandkids into bed,
Throw on our shawls and aprons, put our hats upon our heads.
Inspired by the suffragists, we do not lightly tread,
We rage to end all war!

Chorus

They took our sons and daughters and they sent them off to die;
Said we had to kill Osama ’though those weapons were a lie.
Now some other mother bids her child a tearful last good-bye.
We rage to end all war!

Chorus

 They want to take our Medicare, our schools and parks and more,
So they’ll have the money that they need to keep on makin’ war.
We’re here to say on Mother’s Day that really makes us sore!
We rage to end all war!

Chorus

CHORUS; OH, THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS SPITEFUL
THE ECONOMY'S LOOKING FRIGHTFUL
WE'RE NOT SO GREAT AT SNOW
BUT LET'S TRY FOR A "HO, HO, HO!"

WHEN THE HOMELESS SLEEP OUT ON THE STREET
AND THEIR BLANKETS ARE ALL WEARING THIN.
SEASON'S GREETINGS SOUND BITTER SWEET
AND IT'S HARD JUST TO MANAGE A GRIN

CHORUS;

WE'RE TRYING FOR SIMPLE AND GREEN
JUST FAMILY OR A FEW FRIENDS.
BUT WE'LL PROBABLY EAT TOO MUCH
AND BURN THAT CANDLE AT BOTH ENDS.

CHORUS;

Here’s a song for all you mothers,
And you sisters and you brothers,
Aunts and uncles, all you others,
Happy Mother’s Day to you!

Mothers should not raise their sons
To play with war toys or with guns.
Killing’s sad for everyone!
Happy Mother’s Day to you!

There are mothers in Iraq
Who wish they had their children back,
But now they mourn and dress in black.
Happy Mother’s Day to you!

We are here to sing of peace
And hope that wars forever cease.
Let us not be led like geese.
Happy Mother’s Day to you!

One billion, two billion, three billion dollars,
Wasted on war if we don’t holler:
“You can go but we won’t follow!”
Happy Mother’s Day to you!

As mothers we must show the way,
So let us pledge on this great day:
From the path of peace we will not stray!
Happy Mother’s Day to you!

[I wrote this song as I sat down to knit a few pink squares for the CodePink "cozy" that will be displayed on the White House fence this coming Mother's Day. Women from all over the world will contribute squares that, when bound together, will read: “We will not raise our children to kill another mother’s child.” ]

My knees they don't bend,
And I must wear Depends,
And my boobs they are sagging, it's true,
But I'm not in a snit
'Cause I still can knit
And help CODEPINK to do what they do.

CHORUS:

I’m knittin’ in pink
' Cause I want the whole world to know
That I stand with CODEPINK
To say war, it just stinks,
And those greedy war mongers must go!

We women don't shirk,
We just sit down and work
With compassion and needles and wool.
We can end all the wars
And that's worth knittin' for,
So let's stop all this military bull!

REPEAT CHORUS

Now, quick as a wink,
Hang that cozy so pink
Where everyone worldwide can see
Mothers don't raise their sons
To kill anyone!
Mother's Day is a day meant for peace.

REPEAT CHORUS

Songs like this are necessary and needed by those for whom the holidays are the worst time of the year. They are sung, increasingly by those who are determined to break through the accumlated memories of their lives and struggle back to life and hope:

If you've a blue Christmas
It's your choice
Don't need blue Christmas?
Raise your voice
From the pain of the past
Find some freedom at last
You can say, no more blue,
blue, blue, Christmas

The Christmas songs that everyone sings, unthinkingly, can be a particular source of sadness to those for whom the words do not apply. Especially the 'might have been' concepts of home and family. It helps those in such situations, to know alternate words to sing to these taken-for-granted songs that blare unceasingly all around us:

Wish that you had a home for the holidays?
Reach out your hands to those you see in pain
A happy family may be something that you never had
Friends can help you start a better life again

Sadly, this song is a lifeline to those struggling with years of hard times at Christmas. There are many definitions of 'home.' For those who desperately need this song, the title of the original will forever be a threat.

All those drunken Christmases
All those years of pain
We can put behiind us now
Not visit them, again
You and I are grown now
We can find a way
To keep those drunken Christmases
From killing us, today!

This song is addressed to those in a blue Christmas for whatever reason. Know that it is okay and that there is support for you with holiday pain, if you look for it. This is not a carol nor does is speak of joyous celebration but for the many out there who cannot participate, there is need for a song like this.

Here comes Christmas
I can't handle it
Expectations by all
Parties, laughter,
Children singing,
Friends who come to call
I'm learning how to say to all
'I don't feel merry and bright.
But with your support
I'll make it through
Another long Christmas night!'

CHORUS
Never say the 'F' Word, the 'F' word, the 'F' word
Never say the 'F' word, or they will get upset.

1) The anti-choice folk don't like us
And neither did Bob Hope
We don't get hugs and kisses
From the Queen or from the Pope

CHORUS

2) Some menfolk grouse and grumble
If we mention women's rights
They drink and cuss and dump on us
When they get into fights

CHORUS

3) And once we start upsetting them
They may feel kind of strange
And maybe, only maybe, they
Might just begin to change

CHORUS

4) So let's all say the 'F' word,
the 'F' word, the 'F' word, let's all say the 'F' word
As loud as we can get: FEMINIST!!!

Listen to the tune here

Better watch out
Better not cry
Better beware
We're telling you why
GI Joe is coming to town
2) He's bringin' his bombs
Bringin' his guns
Gonna make soldiers
Out of our sons (and daughters)
GI Joe is coming to town
Bridge Our boys all want to grow up
To be like GI Joe
But we don't have to buy him
So why don't we just say 'no,'?
3) It's the season of peace
Season of love
Out with the hawk
In with the dove
Let's throw GI Joe out of town!

(Brackets indicate where you can put your local co-ordinates)
In our granny bonnet
with lots of slogans on it
We'll make a proud addition
To the Pride Day parade

We'll roll out the barrel
and sing a lusty carol
And don our gay apparel
For the Pride Day parade

On {Queen Street] (bum bum, bum, bum, bum)
Our main street (bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)
Gays and lesbians
Will march there
And we'll cheer them on
with a song of good cheer

[Brad] should really be there (Brad was the mayor at the time)
So everyone can see there's
A city that can be fair
At the Pride Day parade!

Gays are all somebody's children
They're sisters, brothers, aunts and uncles too
Some are lawyers, some are teachers
Some are doctors, some are preachers
And they work in many places just like you

v2) Yes, they need some recognition
For too many people put them down
let them have a day of pride here
We are glad that they reside here
All good citizens are welcome in our town!

Listen to Giselle MacKenzie sing the original tune here

Let's sing out for our citizens
Hip hip hooray
For every sexuality
Both straight and gay
Isn't it fine for us to see
A little more diversity
And we'll all feel gay when
Gay pride comes to town

2) Get ready for a big parade
We'll sing and shout
Because our gays and lesbians
Are coming out
The closet's not a friendly place
Let's give them lots and lots of space
And we'll all feel gay when
Gay pride comes to town

3) This is a cause to celebrate
A time to cheer
Maybe we could stop thinking straight
For once, my dear
Sexuality isn't straight
There's some things you can't legislate
And we'll all feel gay when
Gay Pride Week is here!

Listen to the tune here

Let us celebrate the older woman now
To the troubles in her life
She will not bow
Earning every wrinkle
Striving to be strong
Sharing laughter, friendship
All the day is long

2) Older women, overseas, the media show
War & sadness in their eyes
The truth they know
Fighting for their families
Willing peace to be
Standing tall while losing all
They call to me

3) Older women changed our world
They won the vote
Built careers, ran corporations
And, we note
Took on politicans
So to change our laws
Fighting on for justice
They win our applause

4) Here's to older women
All they things they do
Networking, supporting, sharing
Their lives through
Wisdom comes with aging
Every grey hair won
Years unfold and still we feel
We've just begun!