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05 Sep 11 - 11:25 AM (#3218500) Subject: Happy Labor Day From: dick greenhaus Solidarity Forever 1. 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 strength of one, For the Union makes us strong. cho: Solidarity forever, solidarity forever, solidarity forever For the Union makes us strong. 2. Is there ought 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. 3. It is we who ploughed the prairies, Built the cities where they trade, Dug the mines and built the workshops, Endless miles of railroad laid; Now we stand outcast and starving, 'Mid the wonders we have made, But the Union makes us strong. 4. 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. 5. 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. 6. In our hands is placed a power, Greater than their hoarded gold, Greater than the might of atoms, Magnified a thousandfold; We can bring to birth a new world, From the ashes of the old For the Union makes us strong. Written January, 1915, by Ralph Chaplin From a book of songs put out by the AFL-CIO. @union @work play.exeÿJOHNBRWN filename[ SOLIDART |
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05 Sep 11 - 07:38 PM (#3218740) Subject: RE: Happy Labor Day From: Joe Offer I've always liked THE BANKS ARE MADE OF MARBLE (Les Rice) I've traveled 'round this country. From shore to shining shore; It really made me wonder The things I heard and saw. cho: But the banks are made of marble, With a guard at every door, And the vaults are stuffed with silver That the worker* sweated for. I saw the weary farmer, Plowing sod and loam; l heard the auction hammer A-knocking down his home. l saw the seaman standing Idly by the shore, l heard the bosses saying, "Got no work for you no more." I saw the weary miner Scrubbing coal dust from his back, I heard his children cryin,' "Got no coal to heat the shack." I've seen my brothers working Throughout this mighty land, I prayed we'd get together And together make a stand. Final Chorus: Then we'd own those banks of marble With a guard at every door And we'd share those vaults of silver That we have sweated for! *change to fit verse Copyright 1950 by Stormking Music Inc.] @political filename[ BNKMRBLE TUNE FILE: BNKMRBLE |
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05 Sep 11 - 08:21 PM (#3218764) Subject: RE: Happy Labor Day From: Joe_F ...the first industrial revolution, the revolution of the "dark satanic mills," was the devaluation of the human arm by the competition of machinery.... The modern industrial revolution is similarly bound to devalue the human brain, at least in its simpler and more routine decisions.... [T]aking the second revolution as accomplished, the average human being of mediocre attainments has nothing to sell that it is worth anyone's money to buy. The answer, of course, is to have a society based on human values other than buying or selling.... -- Norbert Wiener, _Cybernetics_ (1947) |
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05 Sep 11 - 10:46 PM (#3218815) Subject: RE: Happy Labor Day From: open mike http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bread_and_Roses Joan Baez and her sister Mimi Farin~a sing Bread and Roses http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYRcCa-ddOo |
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05 Sep 11 - 11:29 PM (#3218823) Subject: RE: Happy Labor Day From: GUEST,999 From Charley Reese's final column for the Orlando Sentinel... He was a journalist for 49 years. Tax his land, Tax his bed, Tax the table, At which he's fed. Tax his tractor, Tax his mule, Teach him taxes Are the rule. Tax his work, Tax his pay, He works for peanuts anyway! Tax his cow, Tax his goat, Tax his pants, Tax his coat. Tax his ties, Tax his shirt, Tax his work, Tax his dirt. Tax his tobacco, Tax his drink, Tax him if he Tries to think. Tax his cigars, Tax his beers, If he cries Tax his tears. Tax his car, Tax his gas, Find other ways To tax his a--. Tax all he has Then let him know That you won't be done Till he has no dough. When he screams and hollers; Then tax him some more, Tax him till He's good and sore. Then tax his coffin, Tax his grave, Tax the sod in Which he's laid... Put these words Upon his tomb, 'Taxes drove me to my doom...' When he's gone, Do not relax, Its time to apply The inheritance tax. |
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05 Sep 11 - 11:44 PM (#3218828) Subject: RE: Happy Labor Day From: GUEST,999 I rec'd that as part of a larger e-mail concerning the article. Turns out it was NOT in the original article according to Snopes. However, it shoulda been, imo. The final column title was 545 vs 300,000,000 PEOPLE |
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06 Sep 11 - 01:20 PM (#3219061) Subject: RE: Happy Labor Day From: Rog Peek Sorry, day late, but thought some might find this of interest: Joe Hill Rog |