Concert For Occupy Philly
This is a sound check. It’s just a test.
For the next at least the next 60 seconds this station in cooperation with the humanation celebration and distribution society will be conducting a test, and mind you it’s only a test!
Oh say can you see an inkling of light?
I’m sorry to say that this pop-quiz is pass or fail. I’m really sorry to say if you fail it’s your tail… if you fail it’s your tale… or would you rather sing… all over this land… sister and brother?
I heard someone say, “This land is your land. This land is my land” from the cut down and tunneled through redwood forest to the dawn’s daylight.
Live from KingArthur.com… I would like to take this opportunity to thank God… thank God we’re here… now, let’s see if we can get a couple things clear.
My country ’tis of thee. Sometimes I wonder what’s in it for me. It’s not the way I really am… AMerica. I’m really more focused on society. Not so much reflection of the sin of history, ’cause I’m sure there’s plenty of that in what created me… Charlemagne… back through Jesus Christ… Noah… Adam and Lilith. That doesn’t mean that I (and you) can’t have a re-birth. Don’t have to hang my forefathers sin making each other long in the chin. All of a sudden you’ll be cutting off your nose to spite your face. No that’s not this movement for that would be a disgrace.
The do-gooders. The do-shoulders. The ones that did what they could when then could while they could… in this land of the free and home of the brave.
Gathering in a peaceful formation such as this to try to alleviate the stagnation from the politician in all of us. After all, are we politicizing our view in some sort-of moral opinion which is self-contradictory by definition? But, at least we’re here to argue the point in a non-violent quasi-non-confrontational way.
Rock and roll. Let it rock. Let us rock and roll.
Sweet land of liberty. Land of the free and the home of the brave… let the wave be there for those that want to ride to a humane tide. Let the tide roll in… let it rock and roll.
Oh, say can you see… any glimpse of light at the end of this tunnel… some sort-of economic funnel that we blame on each other instead of ourselves. Where we all participate in the flow… the cash-flow ya know… then we try to blame the cash-flow on the Federal Reserve. Just absurd… because they help promote prosperity to those in poverty. You know it does. Heart the Federal Reserve. Like a less-then sign with the number 3 — <3… they’re doing it for you and me. Heart the Fed. Yeah, you heard what I said.
This protest isn’t just about ridiculousness on either side of the fence depending on which side you consider greener… since we’re talking about money… yeah, it’s funny how people get when you start talking about money. At first, they start to spout some rhetoric that’s gonna make you sick… then, get into some religion or vegetarianism or whatever… having the wrong conversation at the wrong time… then, they take away from the rhyme… and the joy… and the love of the do-gooders.
That’s just about the time the drummer says, “I’m beating to a different….” And, you’ve got to decide for yourself if you are going to march… as funny as that may be (because there are comedians on the stage) in the land of the free and the home of the brave.
If we just all try to sing, the do-gooders would do as they should and they could and they would if we would just start to sing… that’s the thing… we need a chorUS… a chorus of us. We can sing, “Land of the free and the home of the brave. The land of the free and the home of the brave. The land of the free and the home of you and me.”
And a 1, 2, 3.
My country ’tis of thee… sweet land of liberty… for we I sing. Sweet land of liberty in this city of revolution while we try to illuminate this human pollution. [Flood lights shine on City Hall] Or, should I say “inhumane pollution”… we called it the British Tyranny than you and me did the genocide thing on the American (Indians). Guess we gotta face up to the facts.
I said I didn’t want to dwell on history making me feel bad about my ancestry… BUT… I regret the bombing of nuclear weapons on the mass population of the Japanese nation… Nagasaki… Hiroshima… the shame… but, that’s not gonna get us out of being lame if we dwell on hell. Oh, well, see if we can sing, “Na, na, na, na, na, na.”
So, are we still together? We don’t have to make a commitment forever. But, if we’d rather see change… ya know… re-arrange… the way things have been going. Enter the time machine… we eliminate the mean and start clean. I think we know what we all need.
Let’s hear you scream, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Now, about the morale in the corral. That’s right. Time to let the horses run and have some fun. It’s not too late to have a date with the Panic Hour. The Panic Hour is our hour where everybody’s a comedian, and we laugh again and again. Bring the joy. Bring the human race cheer. Now, if we could all cheer, “Yeah!” [Panic Hour comedians rap some jokes]
Oh say can you see a twinkle of light next to Philadelphia City Hall… can you see it at all? Can you feel it at all? Can you feel the goodness… can you feel the glow of those that know… in the land of the free and the home of the brave. We choose to be the slave of this movement. The chorus. The movement is us. So, can you see… there’s a glimmer of hope. There’s a glimmer of love. There’s a glimmer of faith, and it’s right here among… no matter how young… or how old. Those in suits and ties and those with no ties… they’re here! So, if not clear — that’s a glimmer of hope. That’s a glimmer of light. It’s a dawn’s daylight. It just dawned on me… it’s dawn’s light… from see to shining see… in the home of the free. There’s hope to be. When you and me are living as we. I’m saying U.S.A. [chant] is OK… so’s the rest of the world… the homeless… and the gay… I’m talking happy… in terms of queer, maybe a little weird… cause we favor the strange. We’re alright with any age range. Just let the light shine through. Now, that’s what you call transparency… if we let the light shine through. Is it something we can do? Can we let the light shine through? Let the light shine on me and you.
Can we let the light shine through?
The funny thing is… I lost my voice protesting… figuratively and literally… but thanks to the strength of us… I was able to focUS and see the light. I believe it was Guthrie of the Woody variety that said, (sing it to me) “This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the….” My country ’tis of thee. And, Jimmy Hendrix that fateful morning at Woodstock… Oh, say can you see? Now, sing it with me, “La, la, la, la, la, la.”
By Daniel Brouse (Based on reality)