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V TIMES CHANGE PRESS PENWELL ROAD, WASHINGTON NJ 07882 Copyleft ~1971, 1972, 1973 ~ by Tuli Kupferberg Printed in U.S.A. First Printing Times Change Press Penwell Rd., Washington, NJ 07882 SBN 87810-025-3 L.C. Card No. 72-95284 Some of these songs have disappeared in, on, under or through: Alternate Features Service, Broadside, CBLT, Crawdaddy, EVO, Fugs, Fucknam, Good News, Hunter Clone, Miami Beach Blanket, Newspoems, NY Ace, Revolting Theater*, SF Mime Troupe, Shantih, Strange Faeces, The Unspeakable Visions Of The Individual, UPS Newsletter, Vietnam Songbook, Village Voice, WBAI, WPLJ, and Where Was The Light When Moses Went Out? Times Change Press material is copyrighted to prevent reprinting by profit-making publishers. But we readily give permission, when possible, for its use by people whose purpose is similar to our own. *Engagements solicited. Contact: Tuli Kupferberg 381 E. 10 St. NY NY 10009 (212) YU 2-9537 Sutnrve!.NS AH LOOK AT ALL THE HIPPY PEOPLE tune: Eleanor Rigby Ah, look at all the hippy people! Ah, look at all the hippy people! Timothy Leary Picks up the tab in the church where an orgy has been, Lives in a dream, Waits at the border Wearing the face that he kept in a visa before. Who is it for? All the hippy people Where do they all come from? All the hippy people Where do they all belong? Old Uncle Tuli Writing the words of a hitsong that no one will hear, No one comes near Look at him working, Counting his feet in the night when theres nobody there. What does he care? -- All the hippy people Where do they all come from? All the hippy people Where do they all belong? Janis and Lenny Died in the can and were buried along with their fame Everyone came Abbie and Jerry Wiping the dirt from their hands as they run from the grave, Who did they save? All the hippy people Where do they all come from? All the hippy people Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the hippy people! Ah, look at all the hippy people! 4 A HARD KNIGHTS DAY tune: A Hard Days Night dedicated to the British Officers in Northern Ireland Its been a hard knights day And Ive been beatin em in the Bog Its been a hard knights day And weve been shootin em like a dog But when I get home to Kew I find the things that you do Will make me feel alright You know I kill all day To get you money to buy you things And its worth it just to hear you say Ive served my cunt and my king So why I love to come home Cos when I fuck you alone You know I'II be okay When Im home everything seems to be alright When Im home feeling you loading me tight Yeah Its been a hard knights day....1 Thatis St Pete Smurthwaitt 24, from Co Dutrhami Hes in the Royal Signals. Plays smcr for hni- Regiment and tim Arnm. liou teained as / oa tin Tchniia. "Wit ag eid file*' he i si. fIi ou'd tiLe to knou morn. cal at )ioir iictlra~ Arnin Careers tniiinsiisnn Oficg. (I in Po0t Offie -i1 5jC )dU the Addless.) W,5V5 Fort-Ittl A.-n.%s a11ct und io Ani% C eerSr MW6( Ina ~.................................. M101i~t4463 M 13,w L ------- -- - - - AMAZING GRASS tune: Amazing Grace Note: I once heard a song like this whose words I never learned. I have made up my own version. Amazing grass-how sweet the smell That saved a wretch like me! I once was sick, but now am well Was hooked but now am free Twas speed that taught my heart to fear And junk my fears convoked How precious did that grass appear The hour that I first toked Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come Tis grass has brought me safe thus far And grass will lead me home My Connection promised good to me His word my hope secures He will my shield and portion be As long as grass endures CARACAS, Venezuela (Reuter) - Police have impounded 400 copies of the long-playing record, The Pope Smokes Dope, on the grounds that it is disrespectful to the Roman Catholic Church. The record, produced by former Beatle John Lennon, includes such phrases as "The Pope smokes weed while sa yi ng mass," and "Priests get drunk while the Pope says mass." A SOFT SNOW'S GONNA FALL tune: A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall Oh where have you been my red eyed son Oh where have you been my darling young one Ive mumbled on the site of twelve optioned mountains Ive talked and Ive sprawled on six tourist highways Ive stopped in the middle of seven pseudo forests Ive been out in front of a dozen planned oceans Ive been ten thousand miles in pursuit of a contract And its a soft and its a soft its a soft snow thats gonna fall Oh what did you see my red eyed son Oh what did you see my darling young one I saw a newborn babe with diamonds all around it I saw a highway of puppies with everybody on it I saw a green branch with sap that kept drippin I saw a room full of women with their periods all bleedin I saw a White House all covered with honey I saw ten thousand salesmen whose tongues were all sparking I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of stock brokers And its a soft and its a soft its a soft snow thats gonna fall What did you hear my red eyed son And what did you hear my darling young one I heard the sound of a stereo it roared out a sending Heard the roar of an amp that could drown the whole world Heard one hundred drummers whose bands were amazing Heard ten thousand dialing and everybody listening Heard the goldisc of a poet who recorded in the gutter Heard the sound of a clown who laughed in the alley And its a soft and its a soft its a soft snow thats gonna fall 7 Oh who did you meet my red eyed son Who did you meet my darling young one I met a child beside a hired pony I met a black man who walked a white dog I met a woman whose body was earning I met a young girl she sold me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in judo I met another man who was wounded with akaido And its a soft and its a soft its a soft snow thats gonna fall O what'll you do now my red eyed son O what'll you do now my darling young one Im goin back out fore the snow stops afallin I'll walk to the depths of the deepest green forest Where the people are few and their hands are all full Where the pellets of poison are protecting their waters Where the home in the valley hides the damp dirty prison Where the executioners face is always well smiling Where hungers forgotten where souls are not ugly Where white is the color where few is the number I wont tell it nor think it nor speak it nor breathe it Nor reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it But I'll stand on the parcel until I start sellin And I'll puff my song well before I start singin And its a soft and its a soft its a soft its a soft Its a soft snow thats gonna fall WOODSTOCK MARKET NEWS..L.~.__ Spot Pork Bellies (10 -1 2s) ChL F PORK BELLIES BREAK DEC FEBAPR. MAY JUNE JUL 210 24 *[7 (21[ 4 18 f3 17 31 14 28 12 26 9 2 1T7 20 L DEC. JAN. 1 FEB. MAR. APR. I MAY JUNE L JUL CROAK AND DAGGER tune: Sir Joseph Porter's song from HMS Pinafore When I was a lad I served a term As junior spy in a munitions firm I cleaned the A-bomb, swept the ocean floor And polished off Huk remnants in Corregidor I polished off Red remnants so carefullay That now I am the ruler of the CIA Chorus: He polished off Red remnants so carefullay That now he is the ruler of the CIA As junior spy I made such a mark That they gave me the post of a chemical nark I made my arrests with a smile so bland And I signed the affadavits with a smooth firm hand I falsified the papers with a hand so free That now I am the ruler of the CIA Chorus: He falsified the papers with a hand so free That now he is the ruler of the CIA In serving up bombs I made such a name That an agents agent I soon became I kept two guns within my boots And the Premiers of six countries I contrived to shoot Those shootings stood so well for me That now I am the ruler of the CIA Chorus: Those shootings did so well for he That now he is the ruler of the CIA --- 9 Guatemala, Indonesia were such jolly bloody trips That they gave me command of a Tonkin Gulf warship Those electronic wonders, those Honeywell machines Were the best damn murderers that I have ever seen And that kind of ship so suited me That now I am the ruler of the CIA Chorus: That kind of trip so suited he That now he is the ruler of the CIA I grew so smart that I was sent To buy the Meo tribesmen for seventy-five cent I pride myself on my bargaining power And I bought each of them for only seventy-fower And the heroin we sold it was so sugar free That now I am the ruler of the CIA Chorus: And the heroin he sells it is so sugar free That now he is the ruler of the CIA I used the money that I saved so wise To rent a dozen airfields from the greedy Thais From which I run a war with almost zero casualties: Two Americans a week,, two thousand Vietnamese And I ran the war so electronically That now I am the ruler of the CIA Chorus: And he runs the war so silently (whispered) That now he is the ruler of the US, FUCK WITH FIRE being, by your leave, a womens liberation version of Play With Fire Well you got your groupies And your whores by the score And your chauffeur drives your red Rolls Not no Austin any more But dont fuck with me Cause youre fuckin with fire Your managers a sharper Owns a block in St. Johns Wood And you would surely chuck him If you only could But dont fuck with me Cause youre fuckin with fire Your old fans flashed like diamonds Now they think you are a bore And they get their kicks in Brooklyn THE BLASE GIRL. Not at Albert Hall no more So dont fuck with me Cause youre fuckin with fire Well you got some girl friends And you will have some others Better watch your chauvinism pigboy Or start livin with your brother So dont fuck with me Cause youre fuckin with fire So dont fuck with me Cause youre fuckin with fire 11 GIVE ME THAT OLD TIME MARXISM tune: Give Me That Old Time Religion Give me that old time Marxism Give me that old time Marxism Give me that old time Marxism Its good enough for me It was good enough for Engels It was good enough for Engels It was good enough for Engels And its good enough for me Give me that old time Marxism Give me that old time Marxism Give me that old time Marxism Its good enough for me It was good enough for Lenin It was good enough for Lenin It was good enough for Lenin And its good enough for me Give me that old time Marxism Give me that old time Marxism Give me that old time Marxism Its good enough for me It was good enough for Stalin It was good enough for Stalin It was good enough for Stalin And its good enough for me (or: It aint good enough for me) 12 GIVE MY REGARDS TO EAST BROADWAY tune: Give My Regards to Broadway Give my regards to East Broadway Remember me to Tompkins Square Tell all the muggers on East Tenth Street That I wont soon be there Whisper of how Im yearning To make it with the bees and birds Give my regards to East Broadway And say Ive had it with the cops and turds w/Atea. 1 A NEW TENEMENT OF THE BETTER SORT. Onr of many recently erected by prvate *ntepird. GO TELL MAD AVENUE tune: Go Tell Aunt Rhody Go tell Mad Avenue Go tell Mad Avenue Go tell Mad Avenue The Young Hippie is dead The one that theyve been prying The one that theyve been trying The one that theyve been prying To buy a waterbed r i i' ~ijrrii'1'1:Ir lb He died in the Fillmore! He died in the Fillmore 1,II He died in the Fillmore A twofer to his head The Merchants are crying The Merchants are crying J The Merchants are crying Because their hippys dead Iiii;iliJililiIilfllllll Cause hippies in the red t'il Because young hippies dead jj!ijfjfj;ffj j Cause hip is in the red Ii 14 GO TELL RICK NIXON tune: Go Tell Aunt Rhody Go tell Rick Nixon Go tell Rick Nixon Go tell Rick Nixon The Vietnamese are dead The ones that he's been savin i The ones that he's been savin B The ones that he's been savin From torture by the Reds They died in the napalm They died in the napalm They died in the napalm Burns upon their heads ' The orphans are cryin The orphans are cry in The orphans are cryin Because their mothers dead Go tell Rick Nixon Go tell Rick Nixon Go tell Rick Nixon The Vietnamese are dead BOY SHIELDING COMPANION AT MY LAI Tragedy in a broader perspective. 15 GRANOLA tune: Ramona Granola I hear the sisters got up late Granola theyre bringing out the plate I hate I press you caress you and blast the day you came in a sack I'll always remember the brambling grits they shoulda thrown back Granola when day is done dont wait my call Granola I'll drown you neath the waterfall I pray the dawn when I awake to find you gawn Granola, you dogfeed, begone! 16 (I CANT GET NO) SATISFRACTION I cant get no satisfraction I cant get no satisfraction Cause I try and! try and I try and I try I cant get no, I cant get noWhen Im drivin like a star And that man comes from the radio And hes tellin me more and more About some contract information Supposed to fire my imagination I cant get no, Oh no no no Hey hey hey thats what I say I cant get no satisfraction I cant get no satisfraction Cause I try and I try and I try and I try I cant get no, I cant get noWhen Im sellin to TV And that man comes round to tell me How green my wallet can be Well he can be a con Cause he dont have the same manager as me I cant get no, Oh no no no Hey hey hey thats what I say I cant get no satisfraction I cant get no agent with action Cause I buy and I sell and I sell and I buy I cant get no, I cant get no- --- 17 When Im discountin the world And Im percentin this and Im optionin that And Im tryin to make some deal He tells me, baby Better come back next week Cause your stocks are on a losin streak I cant get no, Oh no no no Hey hey hey thats what I say I cant get no, I cant get no, I cant get no satisfraction no satisfraction no satisfraction no satisfraction Independent Art Research Service expects these 29 ARTISTS TO TRIPLE IN PRICE Still, scoring new high prices week after week, while the stock market sank lower and lower, the ART Market for paintings is up 975% since the war-and 65% in the last year a.lone! With the ever-growing demand for certain artists expected to drive prices continuously upward, you can lose immense profits by failing to keep informed of the monetary values of art, present and future. But. among the 500 painters whose price-trends are under regular study by our organization, mnany have gone down in price as well as up-ranging from gains tiptfo 61,900% to losses of 87% tconTpared to the 975% gain for the market-as-a-whole as measured by the new AMG 50OtVP.Pdtlers Average). You are therefore invited to accept 3 guest issues of the comprehensive Art Marhkt 'Forecasts for the coming 1962-63 season. These include prices, price-trend analyses, buy-sell advices and forecasts on artists, schools and styles-including paintings, sculpture entiques-now marketing from $5 to $500,000. (8 already-etablished artists are expected to tlple in prIce, 20 others to gain from 20% to 100%.) You will also receive a Special Research Report on 21 "new unknown" artists whose prices are expected to triple or better in the very near future. Just' m il $1-together with your name and address--to Art Marlat, Guide & Forecaster, Dept TA-109, 250 W. 57 St., New York 1.9, N.N Y.. 18 I'D GIVE EVERYTHING FOR HERZOGOVINA tune: It's A Long Way To Tipperary I'd give everything for Herzogovina, It means everything to me. I'd give everything to Herzogovina, My blood, my pre-pu-cci, My liver and my lights, I'd give away my rights, My father and my son, The moonlight and the sun; I'd give everything for Herzogovina, It means everything to me Oh to die for HerzogovinaWould give new life to me! I.,~ -ý %IA O --eemmoer me iuamo-- oecame a ra all Americans fighting for the cause a cry for Texans... and dom. 19 IF I WERE A SINGER tune: If I Were A Carpenter If I were an actor And you were a lesbian Would you marry me anyway Would you marry a thespian If a manager were my trade Would you still love me Puffing the putz I'd made Clapping behind me Bop my love through homeliness Jam my love through sorrow I'll rock you my loneliness Wont you roll me your tomorrow If I were a singer At a song mill grinding Would you give up your color TV Our motel room minding If I worked my mind in shit Would you still love me "Well thats asking quite a bit I'd put it above me" Roll my love through jointlessness Jam my love through sorrow I'll rock you my pointlessness Wont you bop me your tomorrow C Z Cz o0 x ) CU 20 I GOT BOMBS (MINGLE MANGLE MINGLE) New Song of the US Air Force tune: / Got Spurs (Jingle Jangle Jingle) I got bombs that mingle mangle mingle As I go flying merrily along And they sing, "Oh aint you glad youre killin!" And that song aint so very far from wrong. Oh Mme Binh. Oh Mme Binh, Mme Binh Tho I may have had some schoolin This is why I never tell: I got bombs that mingle mangle mingle As I go flyin merrily along And they sing, "Oh aint you glad, you dingle!" And that song aint so very far from wrong. Oh Janie Fonda. Oh Janie Fonda, Janie Fonda Tho I done some moonlight spoonin This is why I up and run: I got bombs that mingle mangle mingle And they scream, "Oh aint you glad you mangle!" And that song aint so very far from wrong. Oh Chiang Ching. Oh Chiang Ching, Chiang Ching Tho I'd love to lay forever This is why I cant remain: I got bombs that mingle mangle mingle As I go flyin merrily along And they shriek, "Oh aint you glad youre killin!" And that song aint so very far from wrong. ---- 21 Oh Joan Baez. Oh Joan Baez, Joan Baez Tho you done a heap of schemin This is why it wont come true: I got bombs that mingle mangle mingle As I go flyin merrily along And they sing, "Oh aint you glad youre killin!" And that song aint so very far from wrong, So I'll mangle on along. Before I left for North Vietnam one summer day, a woman called me at home. She was a pilot's wife. She had not heard from her husband in two and a half years. She asked me to get information about him in Hanoi, if any existed. I tried. But no one had seen or heard of him, neither the Viet-namese nor the pilots we talked to. When I came home I had to call and tell her this. She asked me why the Vietnamese insisted on keeping the pilots. I explained that they were considered war criminals who had come 10,000 miles to attack a tiny country in an undeclared and brutal war. She said, "Well, they're airmen. J They're American officers." I told her about the villagers living in wet dark tunnels for years, shattered by pellets-seared by napalm-I told her only what my own eyes had seen, the miles of maniac craters-. She said, "Oh, Mrs. Paley, villages and people! My husband wouldn't do that." I held the phone for awhile in silence. I took a deep breath. Then I said: "Oh? Well, I guess it must have been someone else." 22 3,024,472 LOCK FOR TOILET SEAT COVERS Joe P. Hardenbrook, 806 Poplar, Lamar, Mo. Filed Dec. 16, 1960, Ser. No. 76,197 2 Claims. (C. 4-253) ITS THE SAME THE WHOLE WORLD OVER Its the same the whole world over Its the rich that get the blame While reliefers take free pleasures Now aint that a dirty shame Mr Buckley, Mr Getty They work hard a diggin oil While welfarers fare so well now Never turnin their night soil Mr Getty, Rockefeller Pay their taxes just for you When you eat a caviar sandwich Well it makes them feel so blue Mr Rocky, Mr Nixon Well they wish youd take it light In the next policing action Where'll we get the dough to fight? Its the same the whole world over Its the rich that get the blame While reliefers take their pleasures Now aint that a dirty shame 23 I WANT TO HOLD YOUR FOOT tune: / Want To Hold Your Hand Oh yeh I told you something I stink you understood Then I'll say that something I want to hold your foot I want to hold your foot I want to hold your foot Oh please suck it, toe me And let me be your boot THE FINEST And please say to me Youll let me hold your foot NUN'S SHOES Now let me hold your foot I want to hold your foot COME FROM LANOUE BROS., 62 Legion Parkway, Brockton, Mass And when I touch you g I feel happy insideIts such a feeling That my fetish I cant hide I cant hide - I cant hide Yeh you got that something I thought you understood =I > When I feel that something ip I want to hold your foot r o want to hold your foot I want to hold your footA Oh yeh I want to hold your foot I want to hold your foot I want to hold your foot I want to hold your foot 24 I WONDER WHERES KISSINGER NOW tune: I Wonder Whos Kissing Her Now I wonder wheres Kissinger now With Franco or with Chairman Mao Wonder who he's burning in the eyes Choking sobs as she dies I wonder who's buying the coffins For kids that just used to be orphans Wonder if he ever kills em for free I wonder wheres Kissinger now 25 JOE HILL I saw I dreamed Joe Hill last night He's dead like you and me Says I "but Joe we're ten years dead" "I really died?" says he "You really died" says me "In Salt Lake Joe by God" says I Him lying on my tomb "they nailed you on a murder charge" Says Joe "then make some room" Says Joe "then make more room" "The copper bosses killed you Joe They shot you Joe" says I "Takes only guns to kill a man" Says Joe "I really died?" Says Joe "I really died" And lying there as small as death And sighing with his eyes Joe says "what they forgot to spare Went on to fertilize Went on to fertilize" - 26 "Joe Hill is dead" he says to me "Joe Hill he really died Where workingmen are killed on strike Joe Hill lies at their side Joe Hill lies by their side" "From San Diego up to Maine In every mine and mill Where workers strike and organize" Says he "They'll kill Joe Hill" Says he "They'll kill Joe Hill" I saw I dreamed Joe Hill last night Dead as you and me Says I "But Joe we're ten years dead" "We really died" says he "We really die" says he WAS HO CHI MINH A BAD POET? Written 30 years ago when Ho was a prisoner of Chiang Kai-shek, "The Prison Diary of Ho Chi Minh" stirs new controversies today. Two clashing translations, two vitriolic pro-and-con literary criticisms, and if you read Chinese, the original text and the chance to decide for yourself... An Intellectual Digest special feature 27 M-O-T-H-E-R dedicated to Bill Graham on his retirement from the Fillmores "M" is for the Many shows you brought us "O" is for the Office where you hid "T" is for the Tariff that you charged us "H" is for the Hoodguards did your bid "E" is for the Ecstasy you bought us "R" is for the Rotten shows (a few) Put them all together they spell "MOTHER" Thats the way we'll always think of you MAILING u8 i eanriaun Atg IS-LU.. m ns rafs nmam..e Mr. W Coe, FIm EaAt, W5 Sond Amu Nw York, N.Y. 1000 Mtu rt,3i 28 NIXON FUCKS ME tune: Jesus Loves Me Nixon fucks me, this I know For the TV tells me so Guns and bucks to him belong We are weak and he is strong Yes Nixon fucks me Yes Nixon fucks me Yes Nixon fucks me The TV tells me so Nixon fucks me, he who kills He whole cemeteries fills He will wash away our dough While his bombers blast some mo' Yes Nixon fucks you Yes Nixon fucks you Yes Nixon fucks you The TV tells you so Nixon fucks me, he will lie Little children they will die If (Since) the people re-elect Then (Now) this country sinks in dreck Yes Nixon fucks me Yes Nixon fucks you Yes Nixon fucks us The TV tells me so 29 0 BEAUTIFUL FOR SPACIOUS SKIES 0 beautiful for spacious skies For amber waves of grain For purple mountains majesties Above the fruited plain! Armenia! Armenia! God shed His grace on thee And crown they good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea! "w..oodtod i beautiful" 1st week Trans Lux East E $65,654 (516 seats) os"to $401 7 oral $25,429 (70 seats) Los Angeles Fox Wilshire Washington, D.C. $44,252 Dallas (1,,.. $25030 Preston Royal (1000O seats) Toronto $30658 Uptown I (how beouWtifl ca Oou get?) A Film by Michael Wadleigh.from Wamer Brs. from VARIETY 30 O DEAR WHAT CAN THE SLAUGHTER BE tune: 0 Dear What Can The Matter Be dedicated to some wives and sweethearts of our gallant prisoners of war O dear what can the slaughter be Dear dear what can the slaughter be O dear what can the slaughter be Johnnys so long at the war He promised to bring me a peasant to please me And then for a fuck Oh he vowed he would tease me He promised to bring me a bunch of blue medals To spry up my bonnie pube hair O dear what can the slaughter be Dear dear what can the slaughter be O dear what can the slaughter be Johnnys so long at the war He promised to bring me a basket of gook heads A garland of gook ears, a garland of noses A burning straw hut to set off the blue medals That spry up my bonnie pube hair O dear what can the slaughter be Dear dear what can the slaughter be O dear what can the slaughter be Johnnys so long at the war.... 31 PLASTIQUE AND PISTOLS d tune: Cockles and Mussels, In Belfast's grim city where RUC s aint so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Mollytov Malone As she drove her armored carrier SThrough streets broad and narrier Crying plastique and pistols, all dead, all dead, oh. She was an I RA'r but sure twas no wonder SFor so were her father and mother before And they each rode their carrier SThrough streets broad and narrier Crying plastique and pistols, all dead, all dead, oh. A She died of a short fuse that she could not re-fuse And that was the end of sweet Mollytov Malone i Her ghost wheels her carrier Through black and tan barrier. Crying plastique and pistols, all dead, all dead, oh. %i All dead, all dead oh All dead, all dead oh I Crying plastique and pistols All dead, all dead, oh. ROBERT HALL tune: Samuel Hall O my name is Robert Hall, damn your ties O my name is Robert Hall, damn your thighs Youre a bunch of fat-assed schnorrers. PUT Stinking up my clothing storrers YOUR And I hate you one and all, damn your flies AD Damn your flies! HERE 32 ROCKY KILLCOON tune: Rocky Raccoon Now somewhere in the brown hills of the Poconos There lived a middleage politico named Rocky The Goon And one day his nomination ran off with another guy Hit fat Rocky in the eye Rocky didnt like that He said I'm gonna get that nation So one day he flew into town Booked himself into the local mansion Rocky Raccoon, checked into his gloom Only to find Nixons Bible Rocky had come equipped with a gun To shoot up the banks of his rivals rASt"r Em.so ISTAFA His rivals it seems had broken his dreams CORRUc~,1O FRUSTRACION By stealing the jail of his fancy [mo I AT OffNAIrT Her name was Attica, she called herself Sal Hepatica But everyone knew her as Clancy Now she and her warden who called himself Hardon Were in the next block at the mowdown Rocky burst in and grinning a grin He said Blackboy this is a showdown But the prisoners were cold they let go their hold And the guards collapsed in the corner Now the Committee came in stinking of gin And proceeded to lie at the tables They said Rock you met your match And Rocky said Comm its only a scratch And I'll be better I'll be better Comm as soon as I am able Now Rocky Killcoon he fell back in his room Only to find Nixons Bible Nixon checked out and he left it no doubt To help with good Rockys revival 33 SHIT N BREAD tune: Shortnin' Bread Three little loaves lyin in the store Two was white and the other looked pore Sent for the chemist and the chemist said I do declare theres shit n the bread Chorus: Mammys little baby hate shitn shitn Mammys little baby hate shitn bread Mammys little baby hate shitn shitn Mammys little baby hate shitn bread Put on the public put on the Feds Wonder's gonna take a shit in the bread That aint all shes gonna do Wonder's gonna make a bigger profit too Chorus Went to the kitchen tested for lead Filled my test tubes with shit n the bread Lost the test tubes lost the lead Lost the reports about shit n the bread Chorus a Uj >0 -o U -c0.t 0- o 1Z -.0 IV "S -) C: c ^J-Q D, 41 Caught me with the test tubes caught me with the lead Caught me with the Company puttin shit n the bread Fined six dollars for the test tubes six dollars for the lead Got six months paid vacation eatin shit n the bread Chorus: Mammys little baby love shitn shitn Mammys little baby love shitn bread Mammys little baby love shitn shitn Mammys little baby love shitn bread 34 SMOKE GETS IN YOUR LUNGS tune: Smoke Gets In Your Eyes They asked me how I knew my carcinoma was true I of course replied something here inside cannot be denied They said sometimes youll find all who smoke dont choke But when your tongues on fire from that weird desire smoke gets in your lungs So I chaffed them and I wryly laughed to think that they could doubt my cancer Yet today my cancer grows apace-I am without my lung Now crying friends deride laughs I cannot hide (laughing ending in cough and spit) So I smile and say When a butt but burns-smoke gets in your lungs COFFIN CIGARETTE DISPENSER No. 103 A new type of cigarette holder for those trying to give up smoking. The box is in the shape of a coffin with a skull head on one end. Hot stamped, in silver on the brown box it says, "One more cigarette - One more nail." Cigarette is ejected through the skull's mouth when the box is pushed down. 35 SUMMERHILL tune: Summertime Summerhill and the schoolin is easy Kids are jumpin and the teachers are high O yo trustees rich and your parents good lookin So hush little schoolgirl, dont you cry Now one of these mornins you be goin to public school Then youll raise your arms and youll shriek to the sky But till that mornin theres nothin can harm you With Neilly and Reichy standin by So hush little schoolgirl, dont you cry.... S. aU SWAMI tune: Swanee -E.0, a E Swami how I love you how I love you Swami Everykinanda I'd give my maya to be 'Mong devotees in N-E-P-AL bet that my Gurus Waitin for me Prayin for me Down by the Ganges The freaks out West will Glim me no more When I get to that Irawaddy shore Swami how I love you how I love you Swami Everykinanda I'd walk a million footras For one of your sutras My Swaaaami - 2 8 P Sq all ill,| 36 TAKE ME OUT TO THE WAR GAMES tune: Take Me Out To The Ball Game Take me out to the war games Take me out with the squad Buy me some H bombs and damn the flack I dont care if I never come back Let me shoot shoot shoot with the home planes If they dont kill its a shame For its one two three bursts youre dead At the old war games WAR-GAMES BY the U.S. Army in the MojaveDesert resulted in at least twtrp y-ght deaths. Chapman Pincher of the Daily Express reporting on his Porton visit writes: "All British troops are to be issued with powder-puffs as part of their battle equipment. They 37 TAKE THIS PIZZA tune: Take This Hammer Take this pizza (belch), carry it to the table (belch) Take this pizza (belch), carry it to the table (belch) Take this pizza (belch), carry it to the table (belch) Tell him its done, boy, Tell him its done (belch) If he ask you (belch), is it pepperoni (belch) If he ask you (belch), is it pepperoni (belch) If he ask you (belch), is it pepperoni (belch) Tell him its cheese, boy, Tell him its cheese (belch) I dont want no pepsi-cola (belch) I dont want no pepsi-cola (belch) I dont want no pepsi-cola (belch) That hurt my pride, boy, that hurt my pride (long belch or series of) 38 THE DAY THEY STRUNG YOUNG YANKEES UP tune: The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down Note: "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" recalled a certain vision of East Tennessee in a pamphlet I once edited on "The White Problem." It was a picture of a "Union Man" hanging from a tree. Two to three thousand civilian Northern sympathizers lost their lives in the guerrilla war, turmoil and terror of that secessionist state.... Virgil Abel's the name and I served on the Asheville train Till Brownlow's sappers came and blasted the bridges again In the winter of sixty-one we were frightened The War had begun By fall sixty-three Knoxville had fell Its a time I remember oh so well The day they strung young Yankees up And the bells were ringing The day they strung young Yankees up And the people were singing They went la la la la la La la la la la la Back with my wife in Tennessee When one day she called to me "Virgil come if you can There goes Ulysses S. Grant" Now I dont mind chopping cotton And I dont care if the pay is rotten You hang what you need and you leave the rest But they should never have hung the very best The day they strung young Yankees up And the bells were ringing The day they strung young Yankees up And the people were singing They went la la la la la La la la la la la 39 Like my father before me I will work the land And like my brother above me Who took a Freedom stand He was just 18 proud and brave But a Rebel ball laid him in his grave I swear by the blood below my feet You cant raise an Abel up when he's in defeat The day they strung young Yankees up And the bells were ringing The day they strung young Yankees up And the people were singing They went la la la la la La la la la la la la la la HANGING UNION MEN IN T.NNU.H 40 THE EIGHT DAYS OF HANUKKAH tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas On the first day of Hanukkah my allies gave to me A half-track in an armory On the second day of Hanukkah my allies gave to me Two recoilless rifles And a half-track in an armory On the third day of Hanukkah my allies gave to me Three bayonets beaming, two recoilless rifles And a half-track in an armory o On the fourth day of Hanukkah my allies gave to me O O e Four whirlybirds, three bayonets beaming, two recoilless rifles 3 And a half-track in an armory On the fifth day of Hanukkah my allies gave to me Five golden gunboats, four whirlybirds, three bayonets beaming, Two recoilless rifles And a half-track in an armory 0 On the sixth day of Hanukkah my allies gave to me Six pipers piping, five golden gunboats, four whirlybirds, a. Three bayonets beaming, two recoilless rifles. And a half-track in an armory On the seventh day of Hanukkah my allies gave to me,. " Seven snipers sniping, six pipers piping, five golden gunboats,. Four whirlybirds, three bayonets beaming, two recoilless rifles" f. And a half-track in an armory.. On the eighth day of Hanukkah my allies gave to me Eight French Mirages, seven snipers sniping, six pipers piping, Five golden gunboats, four whirlybirds, three bayonets beaming, Two recoilless rifles And a half-track in an armory 41 THE GOOD OLD HIPPIE tune: The Good Old Rebel (Civil War), Joe Bowers "0 Im a good old Hippie Now thats just what I am For this ugly land of Nixdom I do not give a damn. Im glad I fought against it, I only wish we'd won, And I dont beg no pardon For anything I done. "We fought them in Chicago And on Mendotas shore. They beat us at Columbia And reddened Harvard Square. We scared them at the Pentagon TE WHOLE And turned the East Side round U OtIVAS E IS And nearly found the answer COMPLET - On Berkeleys sacred ground. J NS5ANE "I love the Revolution I love its music, too.. 0 I hate all Police Departments In their blacks and blues. 1 I hate the bloody Army, With all its macho fuss, And the hypocrite Republocrats I hate them even worse. "I wont pick up no musket And fight like that no more But I aint goin to kiss their ass,, Now that is certain sure, And I dont want their baubles To me theyll always suck, And I will not be coopted \ And I do not give a fuck." 42 THE LUCK OF THE JEWISH tune: The Luck of the Irish Fie. 297. If you had the luck of the Irish Youd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And youd wish you was English instead 2. But if you had the luck of the Jewish Youd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Jewish And youd wish you were Irish instead Three thousand years of torture and hunger Drove the people away from their land A land full of beauty and wonder Was raped by the Roman brigands Jehovah damn! Jehovah damn! A MALE ESKIMO. If you could sift voices like matzo meal (As given by the ArThered be bagels all over the world lington chemical Co.) If you could drink Red dreams like sweet egg creams Then the world might be juiced like old Lenny Bruce On the East Side they told us the story How the English despoiled the soil Of the vetik the death and the glory And the poets of old Yisroil If we could make chrein with the morning beets The world would be like Boro Park Lets walk over lotkas like altars The world could be one giant knish - 43 Why the hell are the Arabs there anyway As they kill with the Russkies on their side Blame it all on the kikes and the USA As the momzers commit genocide, aye aye genocide If you had the luck of the Jewish Youd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Jewish And youd wish you were Irish instead Yes youd wish you were Irish instead 3. If you had the luck of the Arabs Youd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Arabs And youd wish you was Jewish instead FPI. 298. Many years of terror and hunger Drove the people away from their land A land full of beauty and wonder Was raped by the Hebrew brigands Allah damn! Allah damn! If you could keep swords like flowers Thered be jihad all over the world If you could smoke hash like Moroccan hash Then the world would be high as Mount Ararat If we could make chains with Jewish hair The world would be like Jaffa Bay Lets walk over Izzy like stallions The world could be one great Ka'a'aba i Why the hell are the Jews there anyway a PEACX EBSKro. As they kill with Yahwah on their side (As given by the ArBlame it all on the Reds and the CIA llngton Chemical Co.) As the momzers commit genocide, aye aye genocide - 44 If you had the luck of the Arabs Youd be sorry and wish you was dead You should have the luck of the Arabs And youd wish you was Jewish instead Yes youd wish you was English instead 4. If you had the luck of the English Youd be sorry and wish you was dead You should have the luck of the English And youd wish you was Yankee instead 5. If you had the luck of the Yankee... (fade) To be eligible: Before you start, you naturally have to be eligible: 18 to 27 years old (with written consent of parents or guardian if you're under 21)-a high school graduate-unmarried with no dependents-able to meet certain physical and mental requirements and be of good moral character. * GPO: 1969 0-365-978 45 THE MINSTREL BOY The minstrel boy to the wax has gone In the ranks of the top ten youll find him His lawyers ASCAP he hath girded on With his masters slung behind him "Band of song" said the acetate bard "Tho all the world bootleg thee One copyright at least thy rights shall guard One faithful CPA appraise thee" The minstrel sold but the rack-job chain Could not bring that proud soul under His manager that zhlub neer spoke again For he tore his contract asunder And said "No chain shall sully me My soul of love and bravery My songs were made for the pure and free They shall never sell for less than $3.50" Big Money in Electricity 46 THE STAR-SPANGLED BOMBER tune: The Star-Spangled Banner dedicated to the intrepid murderers of the B52s 0 say can you see by the bombs eery light Who so loudly we flailed at the twilights last creaming? Whose broad stripes and bright scars through their perilous flight Oer the transports we catched were ungallantly screaming And the napalms red glare, babies bursting in air Gave proof through the night our planes were still there 0 say does that star-spangled bomber yet rave Oer the land of the meek and the home of the grave? STlAR SPUCLED BAl ES" Star-spangled bangles are the lure for Philip Morris' Virginia Slims cigaret for women. 47 THE STREETS OF THE GHETTO (THE HIPPY'S LAMENT) tune: The Streets of Laredo (The Cowboy's Lament) As I walked out in the streets of The Ghetto As I walked out on the East Side one day I spied a young hippy all dressed in crushed velvet All covered with speed scabs and cold as the clay. "I see by your outfit that you are a hippy"These words he did say as I boldly stepped by, "Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story; I have OD'd and I know I must die. "It was once in The Dom I used to go dancing, It was once in The Stonewall I used to go gay; First to the coffee-house and then to the joss-house; Got a hot shot; I am dying today. "Get six jolly Yippies to carry my coffin; Get six pretty call girls to carry my pall; Put bunches of purple hearts all over my coffin, Downers to deaden the clods as they fall. --- 48 "0 beat the bongo slowly and play the bass lowly, Play the "Hard Rain" as you carry me along; Take me t' Paradise Alley and lay The Stones oer me, For Im a young hippy and I know Ive done wrong. "Go gather around you a crowd of young hippies And tell them the story of this, my sad fate, Tell one and the other before they go further To stop their wild balling before its too late. "Go fetch me a hit, a hit of old Sunshine To warm my cold brain," the hippy then said; Before I returned, the Atman had left him And gone to His Guru-the hippy was dead. We beat the bongo slowly and played the bass lowly And bitterly wept as we bore him along; For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome We all loved our brother although he'd gone wrong. 49 THIS LAND IS THEIR LAND tune: This Land Is My Land This land is their land This land aint my land From California to the New York wildland From the redwood sawdust To the Gulf Stream oilslicks This land aint made for you and me As I was running that blooded highway I saw above me that rented skyway I saw below me that stripmined valley This land was sold to the Company This land is their land This land aint our land From California to the New York tiredland From the sawdust forest To the Gulf Stream derricks This land was stole from you and me 0) Cr 4 C cnO CLU 0 4) +j = )C 4.5 = 0 cc ) 0 >F3 C0 =. 54-, C 0; CU U. CU = 0 0C 00 L- 0 0 0- 0 o o t C 0) Cr -4 U 4.0) CnL *i; Vq W0M E,.4 -~0 E) C 0 E M 0o They dealed and gambled and they haunted our footsteps To the darkling sands of the despoiled deserts And all around us bulldozers pounding This land was stole for the Company This land is their land This land aint my land From California to the New York wildland From the sawdust forest To the Gulf Coast derricks This land werent made for you and me - 50 When the sun comes boiling and the guards patrolling All the wheatfields selling and the farmhands moiling As the smog was shifting a cop was chanting: "This land was made for them and me" This land is their land This land aint our land From Reaganfornia to the New York grafters From the redwood sawdust To the Gulf Coast oilslicks This land aint fit for you and me... This land wasnt made for you and me... This land belongs to the Company TOO OLD tune: Too Young They try to tell us we're too old Too old to really get it on They say that loves a vice A vice that once was nice That weve forgot the meaning of And yet we're not too old to know These glands will last tho years may go And then someday they may recall Like us, theyre not too old to ball >~bI~) c j -6j.4-j b.OT- Q.) t.., >. Cz 4V- Z ).Vz M Cr U 4-V (t' i o 0 V > E a E cc bD V ~~, j V k Ct PLO cz Ct Ct q V0 U X;, 00 V; S"C' ~. Eo Cn Q.44 ' C- a, ~ C 4-' 0 0 V~C4 M Sat 0 it: Q tv 4.5 U 51 URANUS tune: Aquarius When the stool is in the seventh house And your sphincter aligns with Mars Then piss will please the planets And gripes will grip the stars. This is the dawning of the age of Uranus The age of Uranus Uranus Uranus Harmony and jet propulsion Sympathy and thrust abounding No more falsefarts or derisions Golden living turds of visions Mystic crystal carbonation And the minds true eructation. JANUARY 21-FEBRUARY 19 Uranus THE GOOD YOU Charm girl! EnerUranus gized, friendly, ever on the ready for a flippy spree. You'll double- or blind-date Let the moonshine or even float as an extra girl. Who Let the moonshine cares? All the men cluster around Let the moonshine (Uranus, your surprise-party planet, has a magical relation to male genitalia). Let the moonshine out. No need for jealousy (or so your girl friends think)-not with amiable, loyal little Aquarius. This year you'll do some smashing, offbeat thing-meet "J," that Sensuous Woman, on a plane and get personal advice; have a date with a celebrity-that will make you a conversation piece. The Good You is generous, the sort of girl who gives at the office and at home. You're everybody's favorite sugar bun just because you're never on an ego trip-even when you could be. 52 WE SHALL UNDERGO tune: We Shall Overcome We shall all go under We shall all go under We shall all go under some day O deep in my heart I do believe We shall undergo some day We are quite afraid We are quite afraid We are quite afraid today O deep in my heart I do believe We shall undergo some day We dont stand together We dont stand together We dont stand together now O deep in my heart I do believe We shall undergo some day The truth wont make us free The truth wont make us free The truth wont make us free some day O deep in my heart I do believe We shall undergo some day The Lord will see through us The Lord will see through us The Lord will see through us some day O deep in my heart I do believe We shall undergo some day - " OH, NEVER MIND!" 53 We wont live in peace We wont live in peace We wont live in peace some day 0 deep in my heart I do believe We shall undergo some day We shall undergo We shall undergo We shall undergo some day 0 deep in my heart I do believe We shall all go under some day WHAT A FREUD WE HAVE IN SIGMUND tune: What A Friend We Have In Jesus What a Freud we have in Sigmund All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry All things to Freud in his armchair! Oh, what peace we often forfeit, Oh, what needless pain we bearAll because we do not carry All things to Freud in his armchair. Have we trials and temptations? Is their trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged: To the Shrink in his armchair! Can you find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Sigmund knows our every weaknessTo the Shrink in his armchair! 54 Are we weak and heavy laden, Cumbered with a load of care? Dear Analyst our RefugeeTo the Freud in his armchair! Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? To the Shrink in his armchair! On his couch he'll take and field thee, Thou wilt find less tsuris * there. *Yiddish for "trouble" 55 WHEN JOHNNY COMES NODDING HOME tune: When Johnny Comes Marching Home When Johnny comes nodding home again Hurrah, hurrah! We'll give him a five-bag welcome then Hurrah, hurrah! The pushers will cheer, the narcs will shout The junkies theyll all lay about And we'll all get straight When Johnny comes nodding home Choose the training you want 5 field cannon and 5 motor transport 5 ammunition ricket artillery 0 railway operations 5 metal working 0 construction-and and maintenance utilities 5 combat engineering 0 automotive maintenance 0 marine operations i irfantry engineer heavy equipment operation and maintenance 56 WHERE HAVE ALL THE COMMIES GONE? tune: Where Have All The Flowers Gone? Where have all the Commies gone? Long time passing Where have all the Commies gone? Long time ago Where have all the Commies gone? Gone to Scarsdale some of them When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn? Where have all the YPSLs gone? Long time passing Where have all the YPSLs gone? Long time ago Where have all the YPSLs gone? "MI NOBLE BOY." Gone Dubinsky some of them When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn? Where have all the Trotskies gone? Long time passing Where have all the Trotskies gone? Long time ago Where have all the Trotskies gone? Gone to grad school some of them When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn? Where have all the beatniks gone? Long time passing Where have all the beatniks gone? Long time ago Where have all the beatniks gone? Gone to nowhere some of them When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn? - 57 Where have all the hippies gone? Long time passing Where have all the hippies gone? Long time ago Where have all the hippies gone? Gone to junkies some of them When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn? Where have all the junkies gone? Long time passing Where have all the junkies gone? Long time ago Where have all the junkies gone? Gone to Potters some of them When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn? Where have all the yippies gone? Long time passing Where have all the yippies gone? Long time ago Where have all the yippies gone? Gone to Cavett some of them When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn? Where have all the songsters gone? Long time passing Where have all the songsters gone? Long time ago Where have all the songsters gone? Gone to satire some of them When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn? "DON'T YOU FEEL LONESOME?" 58 WHO PUT THE VEY (IN THE OY OY VEY OY VEY) c tune: Who Put The Bomp (In The Bomp Ba Bomp Ba Bomp) E I'd like to get the guy who wrote the song a That made my baby fall in hate with me Who put the vey in the oy oy vey oy vey cc C Who put the sham in the sham a lam a ding dong? 0. o Who put the cop in the cop sh cop sh cop E E 20 Who put the shit in the shit shit shit shit da? ) 0 Who was that man? / I'd like to break his hand a _0 C C He made my baby fall in hate with me - C o o 0 "O0 o E "0 When my baby heard E 2 Vey oy vey vey vey, vey oy vey vey vey D Every word went right into her heart And when she heard them singing Sham a lam a sham a lam a ding dong She said we'd surely have to part co Who put the vey in the oy oy vey oy vey CD " Who put the sham in the sham a lam a ding dong? Who put the cop in the cop sh cop sh cop " 3 Who put the shit in the shit shit shit shit da? Who was that man? Z I'd like to break his hand Eo:, % O C He made my baby fall in hate with me ) 0 OL E Time that we're alone Vey oy vey vey vey, vey oy vey vey vey i Sets my babys gall a-glow w E And everytime we dance to 0 ) o Sham a lam a sham a lam a ding dong E She always says she hates me so C E C 59 WHY DONT WE DO tune: Why Dont We Do It In The Road? Why dont we do it in the bed? Why dont we do it in the bed? No one will be fucking there Why dont we do it in the bed? Why dont we do it missionary style? Why dont we do it missionary style? No one does it that way anymore Why dont we do it missionary style? Why dont we use a prophylactic? Why dont we use a prophylactic? No one will be watching us Why dont we use a prophylactic? Why dont we do it in the bed? Why dont we do it in the bed? Why dont we do it in the bed? What if no one will be watching us Why dont we do it in the bed? IT IN THE BED? Auto Suck Do you spend many uninteresting hours in your car? You can make them sexually exciting with AUTO SUCK. POWERFUL vacuum suction will travel with you anywhere. AUTO SUCK plugs into your car cigarette lighter. It's soft rubber female orifice will stroke & suck you with erotic vacuum energy. Feel the juices of orgasm actually sucked from your body. Inner lifelike rubber vaginal lips cradle the penis and give hours of driving or parking pleasure. $35.o TALK of the TOWN J Adult Book Store 2232 E. Charleston Las Vegas, Nevada Open 24 Hours 385-9032 60 WITH PRINCETON ON OUR SIDE (A NEWSONG) tune: God On Our Side, The Patriot Game, "old Irish air" "... And underscoring just how much "the times they are a-changing" was the presence on the platform of Bob Dylan, who along with Walter Lippmann, the columnist, and Mrs. Martin Luther King Jr., was awarded an honorary doctorate. The bearded folk singer and composer sat nervously with Princeton trustees and officers wearing a suit but no tie beneath his loosely tied gown...." New York Times,June 10, 1970 My name is Bob Dylan From Woodstock (thats West) Jack Elliot Woody Guthrie Sang the songs I love best Went down to Folklore Center Seeking fortune or fame End as a pawn in The Doctorate Game The kids they all bug me Its answers they want Dont have any answers I know what I want Just leave me-be quiet Got fields of my own And pleasant Old Woodstock Will be my new home What man owes another Is hard for to know Theres con men and traitors To bring the heart low Opportunists and gangsters Who know that they lie And fools crying "Love" With "Kill" in their eyes ---- 61 If ya think you know better Go right on ahead Half-assed poets and prophets End up dumb and dead I dont feel too good now I think I'll go hide And take some small comfort With Princeton on my side AT PRINCETON: Mrs. Martin Luther King Jr. and Bob in robing room after university's 223d commencement. 62 LISTEN TO THE MOCKING BIRD Im screaming now about Tuli Sour Tuli sour Tuli Im screaming now about Tuli For the thought of him is one that often dies He's steeping in the alley The alley the alley He's steaming in the alley And the mocking bird is stinging where he lies Listen to the mocking bird Listen to the mocking bird The mocking bird still stinging oer his grave Listen to the mocking bird Listen to the mocking bird Still stinking where the howling hippies rave Oy veh I yet remember Remember remember Oy veh I yet remember When we gathered in the rotten old East Side Twas in the wild December December December Twas in the vile December And the mocking bird was stinging far and wide Listen to the mocking bird Listen to the mockie bird The mocking bird still stinking oer his grave Listen to the mockie bird Listen to the mocking bird Still stinging where the howling hippies rave 63 OTHER TITLES FROM TIMES CHANGE PRESS This Woman: Poetry of Love & Change, Barbara O'Mary/$1.50 Lessons from the Damned: Class Struggle in the Black Community/$2.75 Amazon Expedition: A Lesbian/Feminist Anthology/$1.75 Begin At Start: Personal Liberation & World Change, Su Negrin/$2.75 Youth Liberation: News, Politics & Survival Information/$1.35 Free Space: The Small Group in Women's Liberation, Pamela Allen/$1.35 Great Gay in the Morning!: On Communal Living & Sexual Politics/$1.75 The Tupamaros: Urban Guerrillas of Uruguay, Carlos Nunez/$1.00 Generations of Denial: 75 Biographies of Women, Kathryn Taylor/$1.35 Unbecoming Men: A Men's Group Writes on Oppression & Themselves/$1.50 Some Pictures from My Life: A Woman's Diary, Marcia Salo Rizzi/$1.35 Ecology & Revolutionary Thought, Murray Bookchin/$1.25 Woodhull & Claflin's Weekly: On Feminism, Socialism & Mysticism/$1.35 Come Out!: Selections from the Radical Gay Liberation Newspaper/$1.25 Free Ourselves: Forgotten Goals of the Revolution, Arthur Aron/$1.35 The Traffic in Women and Other Essays on Feminism, Emma Goldman/$1.35 Honor America: The Nature of Fascism, Stanley Aronowitz/75d Listen to the Mocking Bird: Satiric Songbook, Tuli Kupferberg / $1.50 Burn This & Memorize Yourself: Poems for Womerr, Alta/504 The Cultural Revolution: A Marxist Analysis, Irwin Silber/$1.25 Somos/We Are: Five Contemporary Cuban Poets/$1.00 A Graphic Notebook on Feminism, Su Negrin/$1.25 Arab-Israeli Debate: Toward a Socialist Solution/$1.25 The Fat Capitalist's Song on the Death of Che Guevara, Anon. poem/50d Hip Culture: Six Essays on Its Revolutionary Potential/$1.25 To order any of the above, send cash, check or money order (made out to Times Change Press), plus 350 for postage and handling, to Times Change Press, c/o Monthly Review Press, 116 W. 14th St., NYC 10011. 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Please show TCP material to your friends, to neighborhood book and poster stores, to your library, to your favorite publications (for reviews), to your students and teachers (for course use). Alternate media may still be crude and have its problems-but ultimately it is more important than Doubleday and CBS. For we are all involved in the most urgent creation-ourselves. Ours is not a time of "avant-gardes," "alternatives" or "revolutions." It's a time of unprecedented transformation, of utopia or oblivion. All forms of unfreedom are interrelated to one another. We need to transcend them all. This involves awareness. It involves the most thoroughgoing of changes-both personal and social. It requires everyone to be involved-living each new possibility as we create it, expanding and deepening our vision each time we attain it. For the first time in history we have the consciousness and the eco-technological means of creating utopia. We are doing it, world wide, right now. We took our name from a line in the / Ching (No. 49 Ko/Revolution): TIMES CHANGE AND WITH THEM THEIR DEMANDS. Although we have some difficult and demoralizing days, we feel incredible joy for our participation in fulfilling the demands of our times. Su and Tommy at Times Change Press 87810-025-3 Distributed by Monthly Review Press 116W. 14th St. NY NY 10011 Radical songs can't make the new world, but they can help. And they can help you endure this one. Especially if they're humorous. This collection includes: This LandIs Their Land, Ah Look At All The Hippy People, We Shall Undergo, As I Walked Out In The Streets Of The Ghetto, Why Don't We Do It In The Bed, Smoke Gets In Your Lungs, Give My Regards To East Broadway, Summerhill and over 50 other songs to delight and thrill you and yes make you laugh. Sing them around the campfire, in prison, in the madhouse, in class, or before the firing squad. You'll be glad you did. Like cocaine or dum-dum bullets they're the real thing. Listen to the Mocking Bird