Music
An anti-love song for a lonely hotel room.
A song for Dr. George Tiller, assassinated May 31st, 2009. I read about it in the Guardian after arriving on a flight from London.
A fabulous, true story and the defining moment of Australian labor history. There were people involved from 23 nations, actually, but 20 fit better in the chorus. Never trust a songwriter for accuracy of details...
A song for my friend Brad Will who was shot to death on October 27th, 2006 with a camera in his hand, filming for NYC Indymedia on the barricades in Oaxaca City.
Another poem for New Orleans.
Fairly self-explanatory...
Shays' Rebellion was a pivotal moment in US history. As a result we got the Bill of Rights, among other things.
It's a somewhat complicated case which I tried to sum up in a poem (which I originally thought might be a song). Atif Rafay and Sebastian Burns are innocent men who have been in prison for many years already, for a crime they didn't commit.
There are many more fascinating and terrible details to the story than you'll find in this little ditty.
If you're gonna burn your bridges you might as well bomb them, too.
Henry Ward Beecher was a well-known minister in New England, but was better known internationally as the designer of the state-of-the-art Sharps rifle. He'd ship his rifles out to the abolitionists in Kansas in wooden crates marked "Bibles."
Luis Posada Carriles is a mass murderer with quite a bit more innocent blood on his hands than your average member of Al Qaeda, but he's not in prison, he's a free man in Miami, one of the many rightwing Cuban terrorists who are beloved by the US gov
A song for one of the hundreds of would-be Mexican immigrants who die of thirst on the US-Mexico border every year.
I originally wrote this as a song but realized it works better as a poem. It's for Jeffrey Luers, and all the other good people who have had to suffer outrageously long prison sentences for politically-motivated property destruction (otherwise known
A friend in Tennessee sent this paragraph from a newspaper...
A love song for Denmark.
I sang at a rally for gay marriage in Sydney, Australia, and heard a moving speech by a man who's name I don't remember. I had not long before then, on the plane from San Francisco to Melbourne, watched the wonderful movie about Harvey Milk. I must
36 years to the day before I made this recording, on September 11th, 1973, a CIA-backed coup overthrew the democratically-elected government of Salvador Allende.
Last summer I had the pleasure of singing at an event in northern Vancouver Island that happens every year in memory of a prominent local labor organizer who was killed by an agent of the state because he refused to fight in a bosses' war.
Al was a dear friend who I met at the Kerrville Folk Festival in 1997 and visited every time I made it to the Texas hill country after that, up until he suddenly died in a flash flood on the road home from a gig.
A love song.
Proof that there are some brilliant satirists who have infiltrated the government at it's highest levels, 'OIL' is, in fact, the acronym first (briefly) used to name the invasion of Iraq, which was later changed to Operation Iraqi Freedom.
For the Iraqi resistance and all the innocent victims that spawned it.
I wrote this while in a state of sleep deprivation in Beirut, Lebanon, in early September, 2005, and I recorded it at the studios of Amwaj Radio 91.5 in Ramallah, Occupied Palestine.

