Song List for February 2009


Song List for the Hoosier Raging Grannies February 2009

1.  We grannies work for peace
2.  For every Sexuality
3.  Cooking Up Peace
4.  I watched it at home on TV
5.  Bail out the people
6.  Old Gray Granny
7.  Obama We don’t need the War
8.  I Come From Indiana
9.  Sound Off (recruiter’s song)
10. This Land is Made for you and Me
11. Stock Market (RR)
12. Radical Environmentalists
13. We Grannies will rage on
14. Bicycle Song
15. Away in a Sweatshop
16. Oh, How I want to be in that country.

WE GRANNIES WORK FOR PEACE

(Tune: The Farmer In the Dell)

We Grannies work for peace

We work that wars might cease

We sing our songs condemning wrongs

And hope to tame this beast.

We Grannies know for sure

The price that’s paid for war

We’ve sadly lived through many, and

We don’t want any more.

We say it’s an offense

To slaughter innocents

Destroying health and lives defies

Morality and sense.

War kills and maims, destroys

Ends lives and hopes and joys

We Grannies call for No More War

Please do not buy war toys.

No More War

No More War

No More War

And when this cause is won

And war is really done

Will we go home to sit and knit???

Fade off?

Not us!!!

Rage On!!!

For Every Sexuality

Tune:       When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again

Source:     Fredericton Gaggle

Let’s sing out for our citizens

Hip, hip hurray

For every sexuality

For 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

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 are some things you can’t legislate

And we’ll all feel gay when

Gay pride comes to town

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 a little space
And we’ll all feel gay when
Gay pride comes to town

COOKING UP PEACE

(Tune: Hey, Good Lookin’!)

Hey, I’ve been lookin’

For peace, I’ve been lookin’

How’s about cookin’ some of it up with me?



Hey, for the babies

Don’tcha think maybe?

We’d replace war with a brand-new recipe?



I got a heart full-o-hope and it’s goin’ on still

Let’s march a little more right over the hill

There’s a TIME comin’ soon when this country will see

WAR IS NO ANSWER – PEACE GOTTA BE!



Oh, hey, good lookin’

Together we’re cookin’

Up plans for a brand-new, peace-style recipe!

I WATCHED IT AT HOME ON TV
(My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean) by Gillian Edwards

A MILLION SOULS DIED IN RWANDA
I’M NOT SURE HOW THAT AFFECTS ME
BUT I DO KNOW ABOUT ALL OF THE KILLING
I WATCHED IT AT HOME ON TV

ENDLESS WARS GO ON IN GAZA
AND NO MATTER WHICH SIDE THAT YOU SEE
INNOCENT PEOPLE ARE DYING
I WATCHED IT AT HOME ON TV

WOMEN BEING RAPED IN DARFUR
MILLIONS HAVING TO FLEE
WHOLE FAMILIES LIVING IN TERROR
I WATCHED IT AT HOME ON TV

STOP WARS, STOP WARS
WE MUST STOP THE KILLING RIGHT NOW, SOMEHOW,
STOP WARS, STOP WARS,
WE MUST STOP THE KILLING RIGHT NOW

WE ALL MUST GO OUT AND DO SOMETHING
NO MATTER HOW SMALL IT MAY BE
WE CAN’T STOP THE WARS AND THE KILLING
BY WATCHING IT AT HOME ON TV

STOP WARS, STOP WARS
WE MUST STOP THE KILLING RIGHT NOW, SOMEHOW,
STOP WARS, STOP WARS,
WE MUST STOP THE KILLING RIGHT NOW

Bail Out the People

(Tune:  “Roll Out the Barrel”)

Lyrics by Vicki Ryder/Revised by W. MA. Song Committee 1/09

Bail out the people

Give them the money they need.

To hell with the bankers

Who suffer from terminal greed.

Bail out the people,

That’s where our taxes should go.

We say no bailouts to bankers

Or to the big three CEOs.

We hate to say it

Fascism seems to have come:

The poor, they go hungry,

We bail out the corporate scum.

They take our tax money

And send all our jobs overseas.

We’re losing our health care and homes now,

While the rich do as they please.

Layoffs are rising

And more folks are now unemployed.

Whatever happened

To the land of the free we enjoyed?

It’s time for the Grannies

To rise up and now take a stand!

We’ll rage to bail out the people

And we’ll shout out, “Yes, we can!”

This Old Gray Granny

“F” (”The Old Gray Mare”)

Lyrics © by Vicki Ryder

This OLD gray Granny ain’t what she used to be,

HAD a hysterectomy,  NEEDS a colonoscopy,

But SHE can’t afford to PAY for her care and so

I GUESS we’ll have to shoot her now.

‘Cause WHERE is she supposed to go

WHEN she doesn’t have the dough?

She DARE not get sick without health insurance so

I GUESS we’ll have to shoot her now.

This OLD gray Granny SPLITS all her pills in half.

The DRUG companies just laugh;

Their PROFITS are off the graph.

But GRANNY can’t afford to PAY for her pills and so

I GUESS we’ll have to shoot her now.

‘Cause WHAT is she supposed to do

When MONEY for the rent is due?

She CAN’T buy pills and GROCERIES, too, and so

I GUESS we’ll have to shoot her now.

This OLD gray Granny NOW needs a test or two.

Her BOOB has a lump, it’s true. But WHAT is she supposed to do?

She CAN’T pay the bill so she’ll JUST have to muddle through.

I GUESS we’ll have to shoot her now.

Well, GRANNY’s old but she is wise.

She KNOWS we have to organize,

So CALL up your rep and your SENators, too.

We want HEALTH care for us all!

Just GIVE your Representatives a call,

And TELL ‘em we need health care, one and all!

Then OLD gray granny WON’T have to worry

‘Cause we WILL not have to SHOOT her after all!

Obama We Don’t Need This War

(tune: It Ain’t Necessarily So lyrics by Shirley Wittman NYC Metro R.G.)

Obama, we don’t need the war
We don’t want the war anymore
We told our last leader
But he was a cheater:
“We don’t want the war anymore”

Obama, get out of Iraq
Get out and don’t ever go back!
We’re glad you’re elected
And now you’re expected
To pull out the troops from Iraq

Obama we send you this song
It’s not that you’ll never go wrong
But we must remind you
That we stand behind you
Just pull out where we don’t belong

More fighting in Afghanistan
Is part of the same lousy plan
Civilians are dying
In this war you’re buying
Obama, we need a new plan
Obama We Don’t Need This War

I Come from Indiana

to the tune of Oh, Susanna.  This one written by Sandy Ducey

Oh, I come from Indiana with my heart upon my sleeve
I’m coming here to sing to you of that which I believe.
A world of hope and dignity is every person’s right
A life of joy and hope and love will fill us with the light/

Chorus:
Oh my kinfolk now come along with me.
We’re headed for the promise land
What life right now can be

It ain’t so hard to sit and mope regretting what is not
It takes a heart and open eyes to see what we have got.
The beauty of this blessed land’s a gift to one and all
Just get on up and walk the path we’ll catch you if you fall.

Chorus

The other night I had a dream when everything was still
I thought I saw a world of light in valley and on hill
The air was soft, the smell was fine, the sun it shone on all
My heart took flight into the stars in answer to the call

Chorus


Recruiter’s Song

I don’t know but I’ve been told,
Recruiters gettin’ way too bold.

Hear closely what recruiters say.
They will trick you anyway.

Recruiters tell you lots of lies,
But they don’t tell you, you might die.

There’s a quota they must fill.
They send you off and get you killed.

If you listen to their lies
You can kiss your ass good-bye.

f YOU get DEployed to Iraq,
You, my dear, might not come back.

And don’t count on those benefits,
They’ll leave you flat if you get sick.

Raising kids takes time and toil.
We wont let them die for oil.

Sound off Sound off
Sound off Sound off
Sound off- one, two three, four,
NO WAR!

I’ve been working for the Bankers

(Tune: I’ve Been Working on the Railroad)

I’ve been working now for ages

All my lifetime through

Paying FICA on my wages

Till my pension now is due

Then my company went bankrupt

Ate up the pension fund (and more)

Social Security Trust Fund

Just bankrolled all those wars

Oh, Wall Street why’d you blow

Wall Street why’d you blow

Wall Street why’d you blow my IRA?

Wall Street why’d you blow

Wall Street why’d you blow

Wall Street why’d you blow my cash?

Something fishy going on with bankers

Something fishy going on and o-on.

Something fishy going on with bankers

Fiddling away my cash!

Fee, fie, fiddly-i-o,

Fee, fie, fiddly-i-o,

Fee, fie, fiddly-i-o,

Fiddling away my cash!

 This Land Is Your Land
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

Chorus:
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me


As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me

Chorus

I’ve roamed and rambled and I’ve followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

Chorus

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

Chorus

As I was walkin’ – I saw a sign there
And that sign said – no tress passin’
But on the other side …. it didn’t say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

Chorus

In the squares of the city – In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office – I see my people
And some are grumblin’ and some are wonderin’
If this land’s still made for you and me.

Chorus (2x)

We Grannies Will Rage On
(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)

(Lyrics: Vicki Ryder, Rochester Raging Grannies; 1st verse- Corinne Willinger)

1.      We’re the Raging Grannies  an-d we will not retreat.
We send our message far and wide to everyone we greet
We tell the world that we’re in style but war is obsolete,
We Grannies will rage on!


Chorus:
Move on over,  or we’ll move on over you,
Move on over,  we’re the Grannies trekking through!
Move on over,  or we’ll move on over you,
We Grannies will rage on!


2.      We’ve been around a time or two, and lived through lots of wars,
And seen the senseless killing  on so many distant shores.
We’re here to say that they can’t take our grandkids anymore!
We Grannies will rage on!


Chorus:
Move on over,  or we’ll move on over you,
Move on over,  we’re the Grannies trekking through!
Move on over,  or  we’ll move on over you,
We Grannies will rage on!


3.      They thought that if they jailed us we would meekly go away,
But they didn’t know that Grannies always have to have their say.
We say this war must end and all our troops come home today!
We Grannies will rage on!


Chorus:
Move on over,  or we’ll move on over you,
Move on over,  we’re the Grannies trekking through!
Move on over,  or we’ll move on over you,
We Grannies will rage on!


HOME ON THE RANGE

Oh give me a home

with a fixed rate bank loan

and a mortgage that I can afford

I’m about to lose mine

with my payments behind

and a wage that won’t buy room and board

Home, home on the range

Where the deer and the antelope play

now that seldom is heard an encouraging word

we’ll be asking them if we can stay

Bicycle Song (key of A)

Daisy, Daisy, bicycling’s good for you

Driving’s crazy, cars spew out CO2

We know we should not disparage

An elegant motor carriage

But take a hike, or ride a bike

The environment will love you!

Won’t you wish that we had commuter trains,

Proper bike paths and friendly bicycle lanes?

Who needs an eight lane highway?

Why can’t they do it my way?

We’ll clean the air, have dough to spare

If only we used our brains.

Repeat first verse.

Away in a Sweatshop (key of A)

(tune:Away in a manger)

Away in a sweatshop where no one can see

The immigrant seamtresses work constantly

Conditions are awful, the pay is absurd

The boss he will fire them if they say a word.

Away in a fact’ry, an ocean away

Young girls making shoes for a dollar a day.

Please do not complain about exploitation.

Cause this factory’s in a Most Favored Nation.

Away in the Congress, the Senators fat

Count up their PAC dollars, pass NAFTA and GATT

They couldn’t care less about workers in need

They’ve traded their conscience to service their greed!

Oh how I want to be in that country

(to When the saints go marching……..)
When everyone has equal rights
When everyone has equal rights
Oh how I want to be in that COUNTRY
When everyone has equal rights

When health care is a right for all………..

When we make peace instead of war………

When taxes go for schools not jails…………..

When corporate rule is history……………..

When gays are free to live their lives…………..

When old growth tress are left to stand………

When women and girls get more respect   ………

When Congress speaks for you and me.

Repeat first verse

Notice the change to country from “number”



Bail Out the People


Bail Out the People  

(Tune:  “Roll Out the Barrel”)

Lyrics by Vicki Ryder/Revised by W. MA. Song Committee 1/09

Bail out the people

Give them the money they need.

To hell with the bankers

Who suffer from terminal greed.

Bail out the people,

That’s where our taxes should go.

We say no bailouts to bankers

Or to the big three CEOs.

We hate to say it

Fascism seems to have come:

The poor, they go hungry,

We bail out the corporate scum.

They take our tax money

And send all our jobs overseas.

We’re losing our health care and homes now,

While the rich do as they please.

Layoffs are rising

And more folks are now unemployed.

Whatever happened

To the land of the free we enjoyed?

It’s time for the Grannies

To rise up and now take a stand!

We’ll rage to bail out the people

And we’ll shout out, “Yes, we can!”



Consumer Wonderland…


Some of us still don’t have copies of this song, so here goes.

Consumer Wonderland

(tune of: Winter Wonderland) (words by Erica Avery)

The TV’s on / are you watching?

Another product / that they’re hawking

one more thing you need

to make life complete

Welcome to Consumer Wonderland

In the stores / you will hear it

“Pricey gifts / show Christmas spirit”

That’s what they call it

to get to your wallet

Welcome to Consumer Wonderland

At the mall we can go out shopping

and buy lots of stuff we can’t afford

we’ll have lots of fun with all our new toys

until we realize that we’re still bored

When you shop / ain’t it thrilling

Un—til / you get the billing

the money you still owe/ the stuff broke long ago

Welcome to Consumer Wonderland.