1. |
Dancing in the Universe
03:10
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We’re all dancing
Dancing in the Universe
Dancing Dancing
Dancing in the Universe
Dancing Tall Dancing Small
Dancing in our driveways
Dancing on our doorsteps
Dancing in the mountains
Dancing by the sea
Dancing Dancing
Dancing in the Universe
Dancing Dancing
Dancing in the Universe
Dancing Tall Dancing Small
Dancing in our driveways
Dancing on our doorsteps
Dancing in the mountains
Dancing by the sea
Dance in the starlight
Dance with the moon
Dance with tomorrow
You better dance soon
Dance with romance
Dance while you prance
Dance in a trance
Take a big fat chance, dance!!
Are you down, get up
Are you low, get high
Are you down, get up
and fly!
Dancing Dancing
Dancing in the Universe
Dancing Dancing
Dancing in the Universe
Dancing Tall Dancing Small
Dancing in our driveways
Dancing on our doorsteps
Dancing in the mountains
Dancing by the sea
High or Low
Above Below
Fast or slow
Dance and Glow!
Song ends with
Dancing in the Universe chant
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2. |
God Bless Johnny Cash
04:09
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Summer in New York and the heat coming down
comes down like a bolt from the sun
and the wild young boy who dances on the corner
is yelling “I’m the one, I’m the one.”
The canners are rolling up and down the street
going through everybody’s trash.
And I’m trying to write a song, don’t get me wrong
and God bless Johnny Cash.
One year along, the election is gone
and they’re still fighting over who won.
Relations are hazy and the radio is crazy,
talking about going for the gun.
The world keeps turning and keeps on burning,
till it’s all just smoke and ash.
On the western plain they’re praying for rain,
and God bless Johnny Cash.
Another year gone sailing in a storm,
with nobody standing at the wheel.
What’s that sound? Living underground,
with demons nipping at your heel.
Pull and push and beat around the bush,
it could all be over in a flash.
History is screaming, America is dreaming,
and God bless Johnny Cash.
Left Nashville on the 309
riding in a box of Arkansas pine.
Change at Memphis for the Rock Island Line.
Gonna pull into Little Rock right on time.
Hey porter, hey porter, sing soft and low.
Cash on board, don’t you know.
Precious cargo riding on that train.
Won’t see the like of him ever again.
Now it’s time to end my song.
A better day is coming and it won’t be long.
Try to be kind and keep an open mind,
in a world of grab and smash.
Keep singing & praying & like I was saying
God bless Johnny Cash
And I’m staying up all night, trying to get it right.
Thank you, Mr. Cash.
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3. |
Love Forever
03:01
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I set out now
in a box upon the sea
I used to think that tomorrow I’d know I’d know
the secret of the glow
I will never know the secret of the glow
but I am happy to set out with you
in a box upon the sea
I don’t know why we do these things
I don’t know I don’t know
I want to see the ultimate tapestry
It all comes down to existing in the swirl
sailing in our box upon the sea
sailing in our box upon the sea
Roger Penrose says he’s seen the evidence
of an earlier Universe in existence
before the Big Bang that resulted in the
current universe in which now we do dwell
I set out now
in a box upon the sea
I set out now
in a box upon the sea
Does the universe really shrink back
to the size of a tiny tiny unit?
then expand apart again?
I set out now
in a box upon the sea
I set out now
in a box upon the sea
O can love survive
the Expansion and Contraction
O we set out now in a box
We set out now
in a box upon the sea
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4. |
I Want to Be Healed
04:08
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1. I want to be healed O Lord
I want to be healed
I want to be healed O Lord
I want to be healed
I want to be healed
I want my dark to be revealed
I want to be healed O lord
I want to be healed
2. I want to be free Great God
I want to be free
I want to be free Great God
I want to be free
I want to be free
Like a jet above the sea
I want to be free Great God
I want to be free
3. right O Lord
Smell the flowers in the night
4. new Great God
Wasn’t that a city acid blew
5. now O Lord
Like the dirt beneath the plow
6. high Great God
I know the earth is in the sky
7. all O Lord
This world’s a crazy ball
8. healed O Lord
O Lord I want the song revealed
We Are Living in End Times
Miriam keeps saying
we are living in the End Times
Tom Pacheco left a telephone message
..the other day.
He said, “I just want to say one thing —
It seems like we’re living
in the End of Time now
There’s a sense of apocalypse
that so many people are feeling —
from the fires in California,
the hurricanes, an insane man
as president who seems like he is
going to blow his top
& take the world with him.”
We are living in End Times
We are living in End Times
We are living in End Times o Lord
“It’s a horrible time all over the world.
It’s really scary. It’s dangerous times,
I sense it every where I go,”
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5. |
Protest and Survive
02:41
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What would Tom Paine do
to make a little Common Sense?
What would Tom Paine do
the problem’s so immense
That a shout pass mouth to mouth
..around the world
Protest and Survive
Protest and Survive
I want to be a pamphleteer
in the name of Tom Paine’s “Rights of Man”
But what is the name of the pamphlet
In the age of robot war and drones on high?
But what is the name of the pamphlet
that shall soar aloft
and beam from mind to mind a million miles?
Protest and Survive
Protest and Survive
And the men of war
need the fresh young minds
in the labs of doom
We’ve got to interdict the flow
We’ve got to interdict
the labs of doom labs of doom labs of doom
We’ve got to go wherever
the malinformed
are dragged aboard the ships of death
on a dirty sea
that a shout pass mouth to mouth
..around the world
Protest and Survive
Protest and Survive
Protest and Survive
Protest and Survive
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6. |
The Birds
03:36
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Dead Warbler on the woodpile
Dead Falcon in the park
Dead Sparrow on the sidewalk
Dead Eastern Meadowlark
Dead Grackle on the prairie
Dead Thrasher on the trail
Dead Finches in the backyard
Dead California Rail
The birds The birds The birds The birds
The birds The birds The birds The birds
The birds The birds The birds The birds The birds
The birds The birds The birds The birds
The birds The birds The birds The birds
The birds The birds The birds The birds The birds
Goodbye to the Wood Thrush
Goodbye Nightingale
So long Red-wing Blackbird
And the Bobwhite Quail
Goodbye Ruddy Turnstone
Goodbye Oriole
Farewell to the Scrub Jay
And the Black-capped Vireo
The birds (etc.)
Dead Steller’s Eider
Dark-eyed Junco
Akikiki in the islands
And the Bank Swallow
The birds (etc.)
Goodbye to the Sage-grouse
Black-capped Chickadee
So long Shearwaters
Goodbye you and me
The birds (etc.)
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7. |
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The goddess of Rock & Roll
Came in the middle of the night
Came in the middle of the night
Moanin’ and writhin’ and singin’ the blues
“Listen up, Jack, hear now the news!
I’ve been told by someone in the know
By someone in the know
That the Fugs will never be allowed,
That the Fugs will never be invited
That the Fugs will never be inducted
To the Rock and Roll of Fame
I’ve been told by someone in the know
By someone in the know
That the Fugs are never never never never
never never never never never never never never
never never never never going to be invited
into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
but weeeee don’t give a fuck
we don’t give a Fuck
we don’t give a Fuck
we don’t give a Fuck
We don’t giva giva giva giva giva giva giva giva
giva giva giva giva giva giva giva giva Fuck!!
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8. |
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Where have all the Commies gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the Commies gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the Commies gone?
Gone to NeoCons some of them
When will they ever learn?
When will we ever learn?
And where have all the Trotskys gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the Trotskys gone?
Gone to grad school some of them
When will they ever learn?
When will we ever learn?
But where have all the beatniks gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the beatniks gone?
Long time ago
Gone to publishing some of them
When will they ever learn?
When will we ever learn?
And where have all the hippies gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the hippies gone
Long time ago
Where have all the hippies gone
Gone to Wall Street some of them
When will they ever learn?
When will we ever learn?
Yet where have all the songsters gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the songsters gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the songsters gone?
Gone to satire some of them
When will they ever learn?
What will they ever learn?
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9. |
Sappho's "Brothers Poem"
05:11
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All’ a-ee thrulaystha Charaxon elthane
va-ee sum ple-ai ta men oiomai Zeus
oid-e sumpantes te theoi se d’ou chray
tauta noaysthai
ἀλλ’ ἄϊ θρύλησθα Χάραξον ἔλθην
νᾶϊ σὺμ πλέαι· τὰ μέν̣, οἴο̣μα̣ι, Ζεῦς
οἶδε σύμπαντές τε θέοι· σὲ δ᾽οὐ χρῆ
ταῦτα νόεισθαι,
You talk and talk how my brother Charaxos
has come home with a teeming boat
I realize that Zeus is aware of this
& all the Gods so it is not necessary
for Charaxos to ponder these things
alla kai pempane em-e kai kelesthai
polla lissesthai basilayan Heran
exikesthai tuide saan agonta
va-a Charaxon
ἀλλὰ καὶ πέμπην ἔμε καὶ κέλεσθαι
πόλλα λίσσεσθαι̣ βασί̣λ̣η̣αν Ἤρ̣αν
ἐξίκεσθαι τυίδε σάαν ἄγοντα
νᾶα Χάραξον,
But you can command me & urge me
to pray fervently to Queenlike Hera
to lead my brother’s ship safely here
to its home dock
kamm epeurane artemeas ta d’alla
panta daimonessin epitropohmen
eudiai gar ek megalan a-ay-tan
aipsa pelontai
κἄμμ’ ἐπεύρην ἀρτέ̣μ̣εας· τὰ δ’ ἄλλα
πάντα δαιμόνεσσι̣ν ἐπι̣τ̣ρόπωμεν·
εὐδίαι̣ γὰ̣ρ̣ ἐκ μεγάλαν ἀήτα̣ν̣
αἶψα πέλ̣̣ο̣νται·
and find us safe. As for all other things
let us turn for succor to the gods —
for peaceful clouds can quickly grow from
the rails of storms & strife
tone ke bollaytai basileus Olumpoh
daimon ek ponone eparohgon a-(long)-day
pertropane kaynoi makares pelontai
kai polu-olboi
τῶν κε βόλληται βασίλευς Ὀλύμπω
δαίμον’ ἐκ πόνων ἐπάρωγον ἤδη
περτρόπην, κῆνοι μ̣άκαρες πέλονται
καὶ πολύολβοι.
The kingly god of Olympos
may choose to help those afflicted with pain
and penury so that those same now
grow blessed and wealthy in riches
kammes ai ke tan kephalan a-erray
Larichos kai daypot an-ayre genaytai
kai mal ek pollan baruthumian ken
aipsa lutheymen
κἄμμες, αἴ κε τὰν κεφάλαν ἀέρρῃ
Λάριχος καὶ δήποτ᾽ἄνηρ γένηται,
καὶ μάλ’ ἐκ πόλλαν ́ βαρ̣υθύμ̣ιάν̣ κεν
αἶψα λύθειμεν.
As for us, if only my brother Larichos
should raise his head,
and at last become a man
Then that would greatly lighten
..my heavy-laden heart
Sappho Sappho Sappho
Sappho Sappho I love you
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10. |
Armaments Fair
01:59
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Are you going to Armaments Fair
Vickers, Krupp, Martin Lockheed
Remember me to one who deals there
Does he still sell the Death we all need?
Tell him I want a bomb that is quiet
Vickers, krupp, Martin Lockheed
One that Kills Sure each time that you try it
And one that will fly at incredible speed.
Tell him we’ll pay for a weapon that’s New
Krupp and Martin, Vickers, Lockheed
One that will Kill both Arab and Jew
That kills all our enemies regardless of creed.
And ask what Ur-Poison he hides in his sack
Martin, Vickers, Krupp and Lockheed
One you send out can’t ever be called back
That kills all things living, destroys every seed.
That kills all living things, destroys
each last seed….
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11. |
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Miriam keeps saying
we are living in the End Times
Tom Pacheco left a telephone message
..the other day.
He said, “I just want to say one thing —
It seems like we’re living
in the End of Time now
There’s a sense of apocalypse
that so many people are feeling —
from the fires in California,
the hurricanes, an insane man
as president who seems like he is
going to blow his top
& take the world with him.”
We are living in End Times
We are living in End Times
We are living in End Times o Lord
“It’s a horrible time all over the world.
It’s really scary. It’s dangerous times,
I sense it every where I go,”
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12. |
Tribute to Frank O'Hara
10:06
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O-o-o-o
Frank O’Hara
O-o-o-o
Frank O’Hara
Playing the Bugle of Eternity
Playing the Bugle of Eternity
Eternity Eternity Eternity
The Day Lady Died
— a poem by Frank O’Hara
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine
because I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton
at 7:15 and then go straight to dinner
and I don’t know the people who will feed me
I walk up the muggy street beginning to sun
and have a hamburger and a malted and buy
an ugly NEW WORLD WRITING to see what
the poets in Ghana are doing these days
I go on to the bank
and Miss Stillwagon (first name Linda I once heard)
doesn’t even look up my balance for once in her life
and in the GOLDEN GRIFFIN I get a little Verlaine
for Patsy with drawings by Bonnard although I do
think of Hesiod, trans. Richard Lattimore or
Brendan Behan’s new play or Le Balcon or
Les Nègres of Genet, but I don’t, I stick with Verlaine
after practically going to sleep with quandariness
and for Mike I just stroll into the PARK LANE
Liquor Store and ask for a bottle of Strega and
then I go back where I came from to 6th Avenue
and the tobacconist in the Ziegfeld Theatre and
casually ask for a carton of Gauloises and a carton
of Picayunes, and a NEW YORK POST
with her face on it
with her face on it
and I am sweating a lot by now and thinking of
leaning on the john door in the 5 SPOT
while she whispered a song along the keyboard
to Mal Waldron and everyone and I stopped breathing
and everyone and I stopped breathing
Salute to Frank O’Hara
Composed on the Microlyre
Frank O’Hara won’t you walk with me
Frank O’Hara won’t you talk with me
Take your noontime walk with me
Off to the place where all is Free
Off to the place where all is Free
When a sand-taxi killed Frank O’Hara
on a Fire Island beach
in the summer of 1966
Willard Maas got in touch with me
and offered a commission to the Fugs
to write a song in honor of Frank
and flash it up on the sky
and flash it up on the sky
I always meant to do it but
you know we were busy in the 60s
so it never came about
but now we take up Willard’s commission
Hail to thee, o Frank O’Hara
Sailing in the Vast!
Shine Shine, o Frank O’Hara
Among the Bards of the Past!
Shine with Shelley and Sappho
Shine with Apollinaire
Shine with Edna Millay
And the poets of the Surging Air!
Hail to Thee, o Frank O’Hara
Hail Hail Hail Hail
Frank O’Hara in the Starshine
Frank O’Hara in the Starshine
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13. |
Song for Emma Goldman
03:34
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If I can’t dance you can keep your revolution
If I can’t fuck it’s you that’s out of luck
I don’t need your specious Constitution
All I need is my Anarchist pluck
We all have bodies and we all have brains
Some some stumble barefoot while others fly planes.
Justice is a very simple thing
So why should one croak while another sings?
Why don’t we all now just plant a new Gan Eden•
Wherever we might happen to be.....
For I know that as gladly as I could love you
You my darling would surely love me.
(repeat)
• Gan Eden —The Garden of Eden
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The FUGS Woodstock, New York
Ed Sanders came up with the idea that became the Fugs in late 1964. He has lead the Fugs in the years since, through 59
years of albums and performances.
The Fugs have had their current line-up since 1985. The members are: Ed Sanders-- founder and singer-songwriter; Steven Taylor on vocals and guitar; Coby Batty on vocals, drums and percussion; Scott Petito on bass, guitars and synthesizers.
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