DRAW THE LINE BUY IT NOW!!

Draw The Line One Less Mouth To Feed
Ev’rybody’s Goin’ For The Money The AFL-CIO Love Song
(Spider John Koerner)
Way-Hi (Bob Abrahams) Homely Friend Song
Atomic Waste All Used Up (Utah Phillips)
DRAW THE LINE
Papers on the floor. Crayons circled 'round her
My daughter shapes an intricate design
And she orders me to sit, handling me the blue one
She says "Help me Daddy, help me draw the line!"
Draw the line, draw the line
We have to help each other draw the line
Draw the line, draw the line
We have to help each other draw the line!
The news is on T.V. She's asleep upon my lap
Tears jump down my cheeks like counting sheep, like counting crimes
And the worst crime of them all, will be tomorrow morning
We'll get up and go to work just like everything is fine!
We'll ignore atomic waste, maybe it will go away
And the chemicals we eat don't taste so bad
Our bombs will keep us safe, and our air smells really great
And the old folks in those homes have no reason to be sad!
Chorus
My girl could save the whales, if there's any left to save
She'd wonder why the jails are overflowing with the poor
She'd see ninety-nine percent of our Senators are men
And that ego, greed, and money are the causes of our wars!
The moon shines like her face, I can't look her in the eye
The owl screams "Whooooo - leaves this legacy behind!??"
Somehow we've got to stop, and start a better world
Oh, help me child, please, help me draw the line!
Chorus
And the worst crime of them all, will be tomorrow morning
We'll get up and go to work just like everything is fine!
Written by Peter Alsop, © 1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
EVERYBODY'S GOIN' FOR THE MONEY
by Spider John Koerner
Everybody's goin' for the money
Thinkin' it makes the world go round
But this old world keep turnin' on and on
When you're layin' underneath the ground
Somebody's got a hold on you
A hold on your everyday life
A hold on your friends and your relatives too
On your children and your husband and your wife
Hey, they sell you on the television
And they sell you on the radio
They sell you any old way that they can
And they come knockin' on your front door
Well I think I will buy me a wonderful car
And a T.V. and a stereo
And I'll drive and watch and listen all the time
And I won't have to think anymore!
Long as we buy everything we want
We keep missin' something we should know
Somewhere in your town, there's a man broken down
And somewhere there's a guy with too much dough!
So why sing a song about money?
Whey think about our way of life?
Cause it's time to face that the human race
Needs something more than money to survive!
Everybody's goin' for the money
Thinkin' it makes the world go round
But this old world keep turnin' on and on
When you're layin' underneath the ground
Written by Spider John Koerner, © 1974 Hilgreen Music, (BMI)
Additional lyrics by P. Alsop
WAY-HI
by Bob Abrahams
In the South Dakota summer sun
In Nineteen twenty-five
I was born the son of a Souix and his wife
I was barely, just barely alive
Yeah the midwife slapped my red behind
I opened my lungs and cried
And how many times have I cried to myself
And wished that that infant had died?
Way-hi! My spirit's not dyin'
But it sleeps on the prairie with no place to go
Way-hi! Wake up Wok-on-Tonka!
It's too late for me, but my children must know
After fifteen year I went on the road
From a distance of time I could see
My father insane and my brothers in chains
And my tribe not much different from me
And I served in the Air Force for nigh on four years
In Berlin I was treated okay
But back in Dakota the Germans have homes
Where Injuns no longer can stay
Way-hi! My spirit's not dyin'
But it sleeps on the prairie with no place to go
Way-hi! Wake up Wok-on-Tonka!
It's too late for me, but my children must know
And then I was married and fought to raise kids
But my children could not be for me
By the church they were raise and by Jesus were saved
From an ignorant savage like me
But we're learning in Taos to stand on our own
We're learning in Alcatraz
Our children will teach us, our spirits will lead us
To fight as we did in the past!
Way-hi! My spirit's not dyin'
But it sleeps on the prairie with no place to go
Way-hi! Wake up Wok-on-Tonka!
It's too late for me, but my children must know
Written by Bob Abrahams, © 1979, Goose Drool Music (ASCAP)
ATOMIC WASTE
Atomic waste, perseveres,
It sticks around, (in dangerous form!)
Two hundred thousand years!! (Repeat)
It boils in vats stored underground
It's got to be watched all year 'round
And human beings can make mistakes
One little slip is all it takes!
Chorus
We don't mind, if lights are low
If TV's off, if cars go slow
We'll do without, so cut the juice!
There's no excuse, to cook our goose!!
Chorus
Well we won't fuss, tho we just heard
We missed our bus, to Harrisburg!
Now we're not scared, to breathe the air
Cause we signed up, for Medicare!!
Chorus
The Pentagon is full of nuts!
They claim that they, protect our butts
But bomb research, has atomic waste
Ten times more, than reactors make!!
Chorus
We can't buy life, when poisons spread
Our money can't, buy back the dead
We're born to live, with Mother Earth
We should respect how much she's worth!!
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, © 1979, Moose School Music (BMI)
SNAKE DANCE
Dancing in a snake dance
Where the dancer twirls and spins
And the guilty serpent strikes
And neither partner wins
I asked her how she'd been
She said, "You've been our best friend,
And I don't know where to begin,
I don't love him anymore
I've had it up to here, I've seen it all before
He won't let me help him
He hollers if I try
And I know I must be crazy
But I can't say 'Good-bye'"
She cried and poured my tea
She said “What can I do?
You see, I'm his guiding light
When I help him talk things through
But he holds me up on high
Where he guards me jealously
While he gets it on with one-night stands
He can't make love with me!
I don't love him anymore
I've had it up to here
I've seen it all before,
He scares me when he's angry
He burns me with his eyes,
And if I say 'I'm leaving’
It kills me when he cries.”
I hugged her in the silence
“It'll all work out,” I lied
I was hardly out her door
When I had to stop and cry
They were dancing in a snake dance
To a tune I used to know
My heart was aching now
Though it happened long ago.
They were dancing in a snake dance
That would have to run it's time
And it hurt to see them dancing
In a dance so much like mine,
Where the serpent strikes
When he hears his dancer's cries
And he feels twice the pain
When his dancer finally dies!
Yes, he strikes 'cause he's afraid
Of love that's true,
And both of them are poisened
When the dance is through.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1979, Moose School Music (BMI)
ONE LESS MOUTH TO FEED
Well Livvy, lately life's been lousy
And I know that you're upset
But life won't get no better
If you can't learn to forget
Cryin' won't bring John-Boy back,
He's out there on his own
And I hope that he is happy,
And I hope he don't come home, . .
Chorus
‘Cause that's one less mouth to feed
One less mouth to feed
When your bluebird of happiness
Eats a poisen seed
Just look on the bright side,
That's one less mouth to feed!
Accidents will happen
It's sad the way things change
Mary Ellen fell into the well
And the water's tasting strange
Ben burned with the chicked coop
And ruined all the eggs
And Grandpa's headed toward the lake
With his moustache all ablaze, . .
Chorus
When the apple of your eye
Has a worm you didn't need
Jim-Bob sank in the river
Tryin' t'catch a frog
Lis'beth ate the dog's food
And got eaten by the dog
Erin's joined a convent,
Jason's guzzlin' gin
Grandma hitchiked to the city
To live a life of sin, . .
Chorus
When your bunny with the lucky feet
Gets flattened in the street
And now you say you're leavin' me
To find a better life
I hope Ike Godsey loves you
I hope he don't leave me his wife
The sun is shining somewhere
This house is cold as stone
And I miss you so my darling, . .
But it's great to be alone!!
Chorus
When your milk-cow of contentment
Falls asleep in the stampede
When your flower of life
Gets mowed down with the weeds
When you little lamb of innocence
Gets terminal V.D.
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1979, Moose School Music (BMI)
THE AFL-CIO LOVE SONG
My how I loved you
When you were young and brave
You stood against injustice
With the worker and the slave
And your beauty still excites me
Your spirit lights my way
But love, like fire, dwindles
If you let it fade away.
I'm afraid I'll lose you
To the comforts you have won
Your paycheck now means more to you
Than a job well done
When you fight against the greedy
The hardest thing to do
Is to keep a watch on how you fight
So you don't get greedy too.
And I'm scared to speak my mind
You're still the same, you'll say
But there're lots of young and poor folks
Who need you today
So I sing to keep our love alive
I pray you'll hear my song
Cause our love got us this far
And our union must go on! (repeat)
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1977, Moose School Music (BMI)
HOMELY FRIEND SONG
On sunny days I'm feelin' great
I'm walkin' tall and fine
And all the folks who see me
Wanna be a friend of mine
But when I'm feelin' low down
And homely as a hound
When I need my sunny friends
There ain't no one around
I'm lonely for a homely friend to keep me company
I'm lonely for a homely friend who feels like home to me!
A homely friend's the only friend
Who sticks through thick and thin
A friend who knows that friendship goes
Deeper than the skin!
Now everybody feels homely
When they're feelin' low
And everybody acts cool
So no one will know
And you can fool your sunny friends
But you can't fool me
Cause just like you, I'm scared of bein'
Left alone, y'see?! So,
C'mon over, you homely friend and keep me company
I'm lonely for you, my homely friend, cause you feel like home to me!
Cute or ugly, dumb or smart,
Old or fat or thin,
Long as you've got lots of heart
You'll be my homely friend
Written by Peter Alsop, © 1977, Moose School Music (BMI)
ALL USED UP
by Utah Phillips
I spent my whole life makin' somebody rich
I busted my ass for that son-of-a-bitch
And he left me to die like a dog in a ditch
Then he told me I'm all used up
He used up my labor, he used up my time
He plundered my body and squandered my mind
Then he gave me a pension of handouts and wine
And told me I'm all used up
My kids are in hock to a god you call Work
Slaving their lives out for some other jerk
My youngest in Frisco just made "shipping clerk"
And he don't know I'm all used up
Some young people reach out for power and gold
And they don't have respect for anything old
Then for pennies they're bought and for promises sold
And someday they'll all be used up
They use up the oil, they use up the trees
They use up the air and they use up the seas
Well how about you friend and how about me?
What's left when we're all used up?
I'll finish my life in this crummy hotel
It's lousy with bugs and my God what a smell
But my plumbing still works and I'm clear as a bell
So don't tell me I'm all used up!
Out side my window the world passes by
It gives me a handout then spits in my eye
And no one can tell me, cause no one knows why
I'm still livin' but I'm all used up!
Sometimes in my dreams I sit by a tree
My life is a book of how things used to be
And the kids gather round and they listen to me
And they don't think I'm all used up
And there's songs and there's laughter, and things I can do
And all that I've learned I can give back to you
And I'd give my last breath just to make it come true
No, I'm not all used up
They use up the oil, they use up the trees
They use up the air and they use up the seas
But as long as I'm breathin' they won't use up me
So don't tell me I'm all used up!
Written by U. Utah Phillips, ©1980 On Strike Music (BMI)
MY BODY
My body's nobody's body but mine!
You run your own body, let me run mine!
My heart was made to be filled-up with love
Not to be ordered, or broken or shoved
My hands were made to hold other hands,
Not to hold guns in faraway lands
Chorus
My womb was made to make kids when I please
Not to obey man-made laws and decrees
My genes were made to pass on human traits
Not to be fried with your atomic waste!
Chorus
Our body's one body, one voice is heard
We each sing for freedom when we sing these words!
Chorus
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980 & 1983, Moose School Music (BMI)