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Collage of CIA Air America helicopter in northern Laos: CIA Southern Air Transport plane: South Bronx, USA: Vice-President George H. W. Bush and Manual Noriega in Panama City by Don Paul; Crack spatter by the Crack EmCee

CRACK (WAR GOIN' ON)

There's a captive nation / Bein' fed and beat
Brothers killin' brothers / Kept livin' on the street
They're shootin' at red--shootin' at blue / Projects of victims' blood
Somebody got to ask / What makes you smoke you?

Where you think Rock comes from? / How does it get through?
Government spends trillions / On contracts for Defense
Then its TV tells you / Just can't stop the flow
Take blind eyes not t' see / More here than 'Just Say No'
With Crack!----Crack!----Crack! / With Crack!----Crack!----Crack!
Lashin' t' people's backs / Like Government uses Smack

Drugs come down from Master / The ruling classes' answer
Coke works like opium / For British on Chinese
And Master ‘s got nothing for most Colors now
No jobs--no housing--no use
'Cept livin' on the Street--sellin' on the Street--dyin' on the Street
But--there's an army ready / Its enemy not red or blue
Just got to turn against / Those got you killin' you
With Crack!----and Smack!--and Crack!--and Smack!

'Cause--there's a war goin' on / They're callin it epidemics
There's a war goin' on / They're callin it Crack and AIDS
There's a war goin' on / Against Blacks, Browns and Gays
There's a war goin' on / Playin' on comforts' fears
There's a war goin' on / Across the Hemispheres
There's a war goin' on / And it's strikin' down people here!
With Crack! And AIDS! And Crack! And AIDS!
AIDS! Crack! Crack! AIDS! / AIDS--Crack! Crack--AIDS! ...
Hey--Hey--Hey--Hey--Hey----Brothers!
Hey Sisters! Hey Brothers!
Let's get these off our backs! / Let's turn these guns around!

w. DR. D. bass keyboards, programmed drums HENRI FLOOD
congas, timbales, programmed drums HENRY KAISER electric guitar
ENRIQUE ARIAS timbales MARK CRAWFORD programmed drums

LIKE A HAMMER BLOWN

Aow, like a hammer blown / Sky won't let us alone
Can't get out 'a these Zones / Nowhere we can call home

Their Bridges span like white jewels
Skyscrapers where we once grew
Plow more ancestors' bones
To knock a white ball around

At the gas-and-guns onslaught / Warriors there for worship fought
Smashed cars to make barricades / Found power in the arms raised
To be human means to defend / The land and children
And no man can watch a rape end / No man can watch a rape end

Bridges span like white jewels
Skyscrapers where we once grew
Concrete covers our home
Sky won't let us alone

Blues 've turned to brown / Can't get out 'a the Zones
Aow, like a hammer blown / Aow, like a hammer blown
Man works for everything he owns
My trucks brought in these grounds
Now I wake up and groan / Dust on dew of the lawn
Wife can't find a new place t' go / Kids' eyes are set like TVs
Crews got to clear-cut for debts / I'm like Boss of the Mess
Some Power not of our own / Paved over my mama's home
Man asks work for whose sake / Blood for oil in powerboat's wake
Missiles on sand for gold / Corpses on the wrong road
Sky won't let us alone / Blues 'r turning to brown
Aow, like a hammer blown

w. JOHN BAKER piano INDIA COOKE violin MIKE SIMS trap-drums
GEORGE CREMASCHI electric bass STEVE FUNDY electric guitar
HENRI FLOOD congas WILLIE LONEWOLF traditional drum and
song BOBBY CASTILLO traditional drum

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Native defender at Kanesatake
(photo, Lawrence Acland)

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MY OLD MAN

My old man / Wears a white crown
My old man / He gets around
Says drill this hole / Bring up that gold
Cut down that tree / You work for me
My--old--man / Calls the Earth his town
My old man--my old man

This old man / With year-round tan
This old man / Gives guns to hands
Wants back Iran / Plus Afghanistan
Sucks from Timbuctu / And me and you
This--old--mister
Mouth pursed pistol
Piranha smile / Looks like his kin
Points at Sin / Then sneaks it in
This--old --man
Bites all Earth like bone
Our old man--our old man

Our old man / Stands up for oil
Our old man / Sends Blacks to sand
Says save liberty / Defend the Emir
A Kingdom pure / Ain't Exxon grand
Our--old--man
Gives us corner gas
Our old man
Gives us gas--gives us gas

w. DHYANI DHARMA MAS slide-guitar

HE’S A GEORGE W

He’s a man of the earth / Without a callus
He’s a man of war / Who’s never risked death
He’s danced on the tables / Of a bar or two
He’s a George W He’s a George W

Wh’all, he ran against John and ran against Al
What he had to say you couldn’t rightly tell
Except that he’s everybody’s pal
A friend to me and to you and you
Anyway, what he said
Doesn’t matter to what he’ll do
He’s a George W He’s a George W

If he had a song to sing it might go like this:
“This land is Enron’s--this land is Mirant’s
From Cali-forn-ya to Amazonia
From Arctic slaughters to Din’ai waters
This land belongs to just us few”
He’s a George W He’s a George W

He’s somebody’s President, that’s for sure
Born on third-base he stole the White House
Another First Family friend of Fascists
Serving all of God’s billionaires who paid for him
“I don’t care what anyone who speaks
Mexican or African says
Americans can quit any Treaty not in their interest
Buy and burn all the gas they want
We got “Tear’er” and “Tear’er” and “Tear’er” for you
I’ll never give up no matter what’s true
This kind of War suits me just right
Buildings blow up--kids, let’s hear more about that goat
He’s a George W He’s a George W

Oh, he’s somebody’s President, that’s for sure
But he’ll never be mine and I hope he’s not yours
I just ask you to remember, my friends,
Ol’ George and Companies got spaceships ready to leave this Earth
Once they’ve killed a lot more poor people and finished with It.
Oh, he’s a real pistol He’s one hell-of-a fraud
He’s a George W He’s a Geor-ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh-ruh
Double-dog-dare you to just say no to George
Say no to George And all the “tear’er” he’s sellin’ you.

w. KENTON acoustic and electric guitars, afuche and egg-shakers
DON PAUL bhodran, claves, sharaka, mbira

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American Crusade 2001+ Trading Card images created by Ted McManus
www.infinitejest.org

HOMELAND SECURITY

Homeland Security
We can watch TV
Homeland Security
It’s free for you and me
Rebels from Disney
Ditties from Britney
It’s here and there and everywhere
And it’s for you and me
Homeland Security--Homeland Security--Homeland Security

With a one-two-three-and-a-four-four-four
Take your shots or it’s your face on the floor
With a one-two-three-and-a-four-four-four
Implant that chip or it’s a knock on the door

‘Cause Dick Cheney Dick Cheney he’s a mighty mighty man
Dick Cheney Dick Cheney he flies across the land
Dick Cheney Dick Cheney he’s dug a lotta sand
Dick Cheney Dick Cheney he lives most secretly
Dick Cheney Dick Cheney he’s where the oil be
Dick Cheney Dick Cheney says I’ll find you before you find me

Homeland Security
March by the rising seas!
Homeland Security
Snitch on the darkies!
Homeland Security
Tanks on the Town’s Square!
Homeland Security
And good-by to liberty!

Good-by to liberty--Good-by sweet liberty--Good-by you liberty
Fight for liberty! Fight for liberty! Fight for liberty!

w. TERBO TED electric guitar, midi-banjo, backing vocal
DON PAUL bhodran, harmonica, keyboard, part of Vietnamese Big Thing

FOREVER OCEAN

Waves wash the shoehorn beach
Like jellyfish burst into icing strands--
Distinct as snowflakes’ lacy balm--
More myriad than fractals--
Nebulae and mandalas of our ghosts--
Awe--Awe--Awe--
The likewise infinite
Recurrence.