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Joe Hill lyrics Joe Hill was the first bard in America. WiKi about Joe Hill My will is easy to decide For there is nothing to divide My kin don''t need to fuss and moan "Moss does not cling to a rolling stone." My body? - Oh. - If I could choose I would to ashes it reduce And let the merry breezes blow My dust to where some flowers grow Perhaps some fading flower then Would come to life and bloom again This is my Last and final Will Good Luck to All of you Joe Hill Joe Hill It''s hard not to think of Joe Hill and all those who died for human rights and unions today. Long-haired preachers come out every night To tell you what''s wrong and what''s right But when asked about something to eat They will answer in voices so sweet Chorus You will eat bye and bye, In that glorious land above the sky. Work and pray, live on hay, You''ll get pie in the sky when you die -- that''s a lie. And the starvation army they play, They sing and they clap and they pray. ''Til they get your all coin on the drum, Then they''ll tell you when you''re on the bum. Chorus You''re going to eat bye and bye, poor boy, In that glorious land above the sky, way up high. Work and pray, live on hay, You''ll get pie in the sky when you die -- dirty lie. Holy rollers and jumpers come out, And they holler , they jump, lord they shout. Give your money to Jesus they say, He will cure all your troubles today. Chorus And you will eat bye and bye, In that glorious land above the sky. Work and pray, live on hay, You''ll get pie in the sky when you die. If you heart for children and wife, Try to get something good from this life. You''re a sinner and a bad man they tell, When you die you will sure go to hell. Chorus You will eat bye and bye, In that glorious land above the sky. Work and pray, live on hay, You''ll get pie in the sky when you die. Working men of all countries unite, Side by side for freedom we will fight. When this world and its wealth we have gained, To the grafters we will sing this refrain: Chorus You will eat bye and bye, When you''ve learned how to cook and to fry. Chop some wood it''ll do you good, You will eat in that sweet bye and bye. Yes, You will eat bye and bye, In that glorious land above the sky. Work and pray, live on hay, You''ll get pie in the sky when you die -- that''s a lie. Joe Hill and working class today Joan Baez - Joe Hill Joan Baez - Me And Bobby McGee Joan Baez - The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnS9M03F-fA&feature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2rE9ZPu3HA&feature=related Joan Baez - Amazing Grace (Live) Joan Baez - We shall overcome Joan Baez - Kumbaya (1980) Joan Baez - Donna Donna Joan Baez - Love Is Just A Four Letter Word Joan Baez - Forever Young Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust - Live, 1975 Joan Baez - Stand By Me Phil Ochs - Joe Hill (Live) I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night balladen om Joe Hill Joe Hill I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you''re ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he. "The Copper Bosses killed you Joe, they shot you Joe" says I. "Takes more than guns to kill a man" Says Joe "I didn''t die" Says Joe "I didn''t die" And standing there as big as life and smiling with his eyes. Says Joe "What they can never kill went on to organize, went on to organize" From San Diego up to Maine, in every mine and mill, where working-men defend their rights, it''s there you find Joe Hill, it''s there you find Joe Hill! I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you''re ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he. Joe Hill Tribute Standard Brands - Joe Hill Phil Ochs - Midnight Special Phil Ochs Chicago 1968 Phil Ochs life of Joe Hill Joe Hill protest in the Streets Phil Ochs Eric Andersen performs Thirsty Boots at Phil Ochs Memorial Phil Ochs, a political song-writer for the most part, wrote this song which, to me, seemed to come from out of the clear blue sky. But then I realized that this is just a scathing indictment of high society. The ending is the best part. But there are other great parts, too. "counting notches on his thigh bone." Haha, that dude is just bored as fuck. It''s some really remarkable writing, with a great melody to boot. I sit and listen to this for an hour straight sometimes, when I''ve been drinking. I found a tab of it, too, if you want to play it on guitar G c g The fire breathing rebels arrive at the party early, C d Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur. C d g -em Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords. E d g em Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour. C d g em And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored. Am d And my shoulders had to shrug Am As I crawl beneath the rug D g And retune my piano. The hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume, She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings. And she asks how are you as she offers them a drink, The countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink. And she promises to talk to you, if you promise not to think. And my shoulders had to shrug, as I crawled beneath the rug And retuned my piano. The beauty of the hour is blazing in the present, She surrounds herself with those who would surrender. Floating in the flattery shes a trophy-prize, caressed. Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed. And shes staring down their desires, while theyre staring down her dress. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. The egos shine like lightbulbs, so bright you cannot see them, Blind each other blinder than a sandbox. All the fury of an argument, holding back their yawns, A challenge shakes the chandliers, the selfish swords are drawn. To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. They travel to the table, the host is served for supper, And they pass each other for salt and pepper. And the conversation sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine, Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will dine. Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying: Darling you tasted divine. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. The wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure. Shed love to dance and prays that no one asks her. Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair. And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their fears. Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionaire. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone, Searching for one hundred and eleven. And hes charming as a child as he leads them to the web, Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head. Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. The party must be over, even the losers are leaving. But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind: So I snuck up close behind me and I gave myself a kiss, And I led myself to the mirror to expose what I had missed. There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this. And my shoulders had to shrug, etc. Phil Ochs - Crucifixion Phil Ochs - The Sound Is Now (Interview Pt 1) Phil Ochs - The Party Talkin'' Phil Ochs with Joel Landy & Checkerphil Melanie performs Miranda at the Phil Ochs Memorial Phil Ochs Berkeley "I Ain''t Marching Anymore" 1960s PHIL OCHS - Power And The Glory (1974) PHIL OCHS - Here''s to the State of Richard Nixon (1971) Phil Ochs - The Highwayman Phil Ochs - When in rome part 1 Here''s to the state of Mississippi (Phil Ochs) Phil Ochs Remembered - Tribute from 1980s TV Phil Ochs - The Sound Is Now Oscar Brand performs I''m a Liberal at Phil Ochs Memorial Phil Ochs Cover - I''m Going to Say It Now |
