Folsom Prison Guard Blues

(I keep finding new versions of this song… enjoy!)

I hear that train a comin
It’s rollin round the bend
And I ain’t had a vacation
Since two thousand ten
I’m a guard at Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin on
Twenty years, I can retire
And move to Boca Raton

When I was just a young man
My mama told me “Dear,
Perhaps you should consider
Corrections as a career – ”
So I got a job in Reno
At the County Jail
But when I think what might’ve been
I lean my head back and wail

I always have liked painting
Loved color and design
So working in these cold grey walls
It’s bout made me lose my mind
Yeah I know I should be grateful
The benefits are free
But this décor is so brutal
And that’s what tortures me

Someday I’ll get my gold watch
When my twenty years are done
You know I’ll head to Florida
And come out into the sun
Yeah. far from Folsom Prison
That day can’t come too fast
No longer stuck in prison
But I’ll be free at last

THE PEACE AND JUSTICE FILES: FASCISM 101

“You… you… FASCIST!”

There are very few words in our political vocabularies that are more emotionally loaded, while at the same time more saddled with multiple, not-quite-identical meanings. When a Google search on “Bush fascist” yields 5.2 million hits, and a search on “Obama fascist” yields 5.9 million, you have to wonder: just what this word is supposed to mean, anyway?

We could start by looking at the symbol from which the word derives. Take an axe, surround it with a bundle of rods, and lash the whole thing together as tightly as you can – and there you have what the ancient Romans called the “fasces.” It was this symbol of unified power that Benito Mussolini and his Fascist movement latched onto in the early years of the 20th Century. (It’s found in many other places, of course – including the iconography of the United States of America.)

To Mussolini and his followers, Fascism represented, among other things, a unification of the power of the State and the power of the Market. He is quoted as saying, “Fascism should more properly be called corporatism because it is the merger of state and corporate power.” (It may be worth noting at this point that such a merger can happen in two ways – either by the State expropriating and nationalizing the means of production, or by the Market influencing and ultimately corrupting the State.)

In the intervening years, the meaning has broadened; perhaps the best way to think of fascism is as the enforced unification of all aspects and institutions of a society – not just the Market and the State, but also the workforce, the church, the media, the arts, the schools, the family… everything. (It should be obvious, by the way, that this unification might be done in the name of almost any ideology, across the political spectrum, or in the name of almost any religion, or atheism for that matter.)

This notion can become very attractive to everyday people in certain uncomfortable situations – in times of external or internal threats, economic uncertainty, social upheaval, or cultural transformation. (Do you begin to see why I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately?) It can also become very attractive to the folks at the top of a society, when they begin to suspect that the peasantry are getting restless.

In the fascist state, after all, there are no such things as “competing interests” – unlike the messy chaos of democracy, where there are so many competing interests that no one of them can claim dominance. There is no dissent tolerated, no discussion necessary – except perhaps to decide on questions of methodology and efficiency.

Of course, people being people, such a unified state is deeply unnatural – so it must be imposed. Here is where many of the negative qualities we associate with Fascist societies emerge. To unify the populace, Fascist governments frequently identify scapegoat minorities, on whom is placed the blame for all the ills of society. Militarism, the virtues of force, and strict discipline are emphasized. Repression becomes rampant, imagination is squelched, and justice becomes arbitrary and capricious. Fear and intimidation, torture and disappearances become societally accepted methods of control. These qualities make fascist societies seem strong, almost invincible in their early days – but actually contain the seeds of their inevitable downfall.

But could it happen here? During the Bush Regime, many commentators and columnists looked around America and identified numerous signs that they interpreted as symptoms of incipient fascism. (Search on “Britt fascism” or “Naomi Wolf fascist America” to find a couple of those analyses.) Their fears were not entirely realized – but neither have they been entirely dispelled.

Fortunately, there’s another way to think about fascism, how to respond to it, and how to make sure that “it can’t happen here” – but more about that next month.

The Terror (lyrics)

THE TERROR

The gun goes off
The runners run
Their faces shining in the sun
The distant goal
For which we strive
We have been working all our lives

The finish line
It’s there in sight
When suddenly a flash of light
I’m in the air
I’m on the ground
The people running all around

Their faces scream
I cannot hear
My triumph freezes into fear
The smoke the dust
I cannot see
How will I find my family

The terror
The terror

The sun comes up
The camp awakes
It’s time to fetch some water
I’ll stand in line
Maybe I’ll find
Some more food for my daughter

There’s thousands here
We are alone
We’re refugees we’re far from home
The world goes by
They’ve no idea
What we went through to get here

The plane swoops low
Sudden attack
There’s no escape we can’t fight back
The dust the smoke
I cannot see
What’s happened to my family

The terror
The terror

A perfect day
The crowd is thick
There’s sure to be lots of damage
Our plan is set
The time is right
As many as we can manage

The faces smile
Along the street
I drop my backpack at their feet
I turn the corner
Dial the phone
The bomb goes off we’re on our own

The dust the smoke
The people run
My God what have I just become
I dare not think
I must believe
What have I done to my family

The terror
The terror

The terror lives
The terror breathes
Its only wish is just to breed
So any reason
Any ruse
It only needs some vague excuse

Some picked off scab
From history
Distorted ideology
It doesn’t care
Which side you’re on
It only wants to go on and on…

The terror
The terror

The terror lives
In you and me
It tries to hide where we can’t see
It’s only waiting
To emerge
Sometimes I feel right on the verge

It can’t be killed
It was not born
The only hope: can love transform
It can’t be killed
It was not born
The only hope: can love transform

The terror
The terror

IN THE YEAR 2025 (Exorbitant and Terminal)

With apologies to Zager and Evans…. it occurred to me that their wonderful old chestnut “In the Year 2525 (Exordium and Terminus)” would provide a great basis for a song re climate change. I’ll give you my present take on it … but I bet that some folks out there could make verses that work better musically, or scientifically, or both … so I will throw this open to the tender mercies of the Folk Process!

IN THE YEAR 2025 (Exorbitant and Terminal)

In the year 2025
If mankind’s still alive
If we’re not completely fried
We may find…..

In the year 2025
Start to see that rising tide
Shorelines begin to disappear
No problem, we can wait another ten years

In the year 2035
Stronger storms taking many more lives
Floodwaters covering so much land
Things might be getting out of hand

In the year 2045
Where are the bees? Where are the hives?
The crops wither in the field
Still the petrocrats refuse to yield

In the year 2055
People starting to flee for their lives
This land’s too wet, this one’s too dry
But anywhere is just right to die

In the year 2065
No glaciers left, no polar ice
The permafrost has gone to stay
Maybe we shoulda tried another way

In the year 2075
I’m kinda wondering just who will be left alive
We’ve chosen to scoff at Nature’s laws
Disasters brought on by an ignorant cause, whoa-oh-oh…

Now it’s just been fifty years
But all those global warming fears
They have all come true
Now the Industrial Age is through

Old Mother Earth is tough
But she’s had quite enough
Now’s the time to change our ways
You know we should have started yesterday….

(back to beginning)

PRINCE JOHN’S DUNGEON BLUES

(I suspect that someone who follows GAME OF THRONES might be able to adapt this yet farther, but for the time being here you go…)

(you know the tune)

I hear them knights a comin’
They’re riding through the glen
And I ain’t seen a maiden
Since I don’t know when
I’m stuck in Prince John’s Dungeon
And time keeps draggin’ on
But those knights keep on riding
On down to Avalon

When I was but a wee lad
My mother shared wise words
“Always be a good boy
Don’t ever play with swords”
But I slew a serf in Surrey
Just to watch him die
When I hear those horses neighing
I hang my head and cry

I know those knights are laughin
Someone’s playing on a lute
They’re drinking wine from flagons
While I’m gnawing on a newt
I know I had it comin
I know I can’t be free
But those knights just keep on ridin
And that’s what tortures me

If I could flee this dungeon
If one of those steeds were mine
You know I’d ride it hard
A little further down the line
Far from Prince John’s Dungeon
That’s where I want to stay
I’d let that big white stallion
Carry my blues away

TROUBLE (country song)

TROUBLE
2012,  Skip Mendler/Citizens Creative MUSIC

All my troubles got troubles, with troubles inside
Got a full plate of trouble, dish of trouble on the side
Seems I got trouble no matter what I do
So why can’t I get into trouble with you
Trouble, trouble, trouble

Some troubles grow slow, others come on too fast
Best thing about trouble, most troubles don’t last
Wherever I look, it’s only trouble I see
And the trouble with you is you can’t be troubled with me
Trouble, trouble, trouble

All my troubles done doubled, and tripled, and more
I got troubles by the dozen, I got troubles by the score
I got troubles by the truckload, I got troubles by the gross
But the trouble with you is what troubles me most
Trouble, trouble, trouble (repeat ad lib to fade)

If You’d Been Thinkin What I’ve Been Thinkin (Then You’d Be Drinkin Too)

If You’d Been Thinkin What I’ve Been Thinkin (Then You’d Be Drinkin Too)
(a country song)

© 2012 Skip Mendler/Citizens Creative Music

(spoken)
Well, I saw this guy at the end of the bar
One glance would tell ya he’d gone too far
You could tell he’d been dumped
By the way he was slumped
I knew he couldn’t drive a car

So I asked his name, and what twist of fate
Had led him down into this sorry state
He said “Don’t judge me too tough
I’m just goin thru stuff”
I asked him to elucidate – and he said:

(chorus)
“If you’d been a-thinkin
What I’ve been a-thinkin
Then you’d be drinkin too
If you had contemplated
What I have contemplated
Then you’d get intoxicated
It’d be the only thing to do
‘Cause if you were a-losin
The kind of love that I’m losin
Friend, you would take to boozin
Of that I am quite sure
‘Cause if you’d been thinkin
What I’ve been a-thinkin –”
And that’s when he hit the floor

(instrumental break)

(spoken)
So we cleaned him up, sent him on his way
And I’d think about that guy from day to day
But now I’ve found out
Just what he was talking about
And there’s only one thing to say…

(chorus)
If you’d been a-thinkin
What I’ve been a-thinkin
Then you’d be drinkin too
If you had contemplated
What I have contemplated
Then you’d get intoxicated
It’d be the only thing to do
Cause ‘if you were a-losin
The kind of love that I’m losin
Friend, you would take to boozin
Of that am I am quite sure
And if you’d been thinkin
What I’ve been a-thinkin –
You wouldn’t wanna be sober no more

(repeat chorus ad lib to fade)