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I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you or me.
Says I, “But Joe, you're ten years dead,”
“I never died,” says he.
“I never died,” says he.
“In Salt Lake, Joe,” says I to him,
Him standing by my bed,
“They framed you on a murder charge,”
Says Joe, “But I ain't dead,”
Says Joe, “But I ain't dead.”
“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 forgot to kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize.”
“Joe Hill ain't dead,” he says to me,
“Joe Hill ain't never died.
Where working folks are out on strike
Joe Hill is at their side,
Joe Hill is at their side.”
From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill—
Where working folks defend their rights
It's there you'll find Joe Hill.
It's there you'll find Joe Hill.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
Alive as you or me.
Says I, “But Joe, you're ten years dead,”
“I never died,” says he.
“I never died,” says he.
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There are women of many descriptions
In this cruel world, as everyone knows.
Some are living in beautiful mansions,
And are wearing the finest of clothes.
There’s the blue-blooded queen or the princess,
Who has charms made of diamonds and pearls,
But the only and thoroughbred lady
Is the rebel girl.
She’s a rebel girl, a rebel girl!
She’s the working class, the strength of this world.
From Maine to Georgia, you’ll see
Her fighting for you and for me.
Yes, she’s there by your side with her courage and pride.
She’s unequaled anywhere.
And I’m proud to fight for freedom
With a rebel girl.
Though her hands may be hardened from labor,
And her dress may not be very fine,
But a heart in her bosom is beating
That is true to her class and her kind.
And the bosses know that they can’t change her.
She’d die to defend the worker’s world.
And the only and thoroughbred lady
Is the rebel girl.
She’s a rebel girl, a rebel girl!
She’s the working class, the strength of this world.
From Maine to Georgia, you’ll see
Her fighting for you and for me.
Yes, she’s there by your side with her courage and pride.
She’s unequaled anywhere.
And I’m proud to fight for freedom
With a rebel girl.
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Maggie's Farm (Dylan)
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I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I wake in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas that are driving me insane
It’s a shame the way she makes you scrub the floor
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime
He asks you with a grin if you’re having a good time
Then he fines you every time you slam the door
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s brother no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around his door
Ah, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s pa no more
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
No, I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law
Everybody says she’s the brains behind pa
She’s sixty-eight, but she says she’s fifty-four
I ain’t gonna work for Maggie’s ma no more
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
No, I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
Well, I try my best to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say, “Sing while you slave,” and I just get bored
I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more
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My daddy was a bank robber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money
Some is rich, and some is poor
And that's the way the world is
But he didn't believe in laying back
Saying how bad your luck is
So he came to jazz it up
Never learned to shovel
Break your back to earn our pay
And don't forget to grovel
My daddy was a bank robber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to take your money
The old man spoke up in a bar
Said “I never been in prison
A lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison”
But imagine if all the boys in jail
Could get out now together
What do you think they'd want to say to us
While we was being clever?
Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
‘Cause that's where we're spinning
There's no point to want to comb your hair
When it's grey and thinning
My daddy was a bank robber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money
Strike out boys, for the hills
I can find that hole in the wall
I know that they never will
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There is power in a factory, power in the land
Power in the hand of the worker
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand
There is power in a union
The lessons of the past were all learned with workers’ blood
The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for
From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud
War's always been the bosses' way, sir
The union forever defending our rights
Down with the blackleg, all workers unite
With our siblings, our comrades from many far-off lands
There is power in a union
How I long for the morning that they realize
Brutality and unjust laws cannot defeat us
But who’ll defend the workers who cannot organize
When the bosses send their lackeys out to cheat us?
Money speaks for money, the Devil for his own
Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone?
What a comfort to the widow, a light to the child
There is power in a union
The union forever defending our rights
Down with the blackleg, all workers unite
With our siblings, our comrades, together we all stand
There is power in a union
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When the union’s inspiration through the workers blood shall run
There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun
Yet what force on Earth is weaker than the feeble force of one
But the union makes us strong
Solidarity forever, solidarity forever, solidarity forever
For the union makes us strong
Is there aught we hold in common with the greedy parasite
Who would lash us into serfdom and would crush us with his might
Is there anything left to us but to organize and fight?
For the union makes us strong
All the world that's owned by idle drones is ours and ours alone
We have laid the wide foundations, built it skyward stone by stone
It is ours, not to slave in, but to master and to own
While the union makes us strong
They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn
But without our brain and muscle not a single wheel can turn
We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn
That the union makes us strong
In our hands is placed a power greater than their hoarded gold
Greater than the might of armies magnified a thousand-fold
We can bring to birth a new world from the ashes of the old
For the union makes us strong
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Stevie Subrizi Boston, Massachusetts
Stevie Subrizi is a genderqueer songwriter and poet. They were once one half of Somerville-based guitar duo the Crazy Exes from Hell, along with Kirsten Opstad. Their chapbook Alone & Naked Inside of a Whale won Yemassee Journal’s 2021 Poetry Chapbook Contest, judged by Dustin Pearson. ... more
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A whole LP of covers of songs by my ex-Crazy Exes from Hell bandmate Kirsten Opstad—and two of those covers are by me! (Stevie Subrizi!)
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Poor Eliza has one of those voices that always sounds like it's breaking the worst possible news to you in the most empathetic possible way, and it's a power matched here by the full band production.
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From America...The Daylilies
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For me, this new Boston-area supergroup lands somewhere between the Buggles and Blondie, and I am absolutely 100% here for it.
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Ultra-fried desert blues, a trip through the darker aspects of psychedelia with some wild sound deign.
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Indie rock with a light shoegaze shimmer that won't blow your ears out.
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