This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California to the New York island,
From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters,
This land was made for you and me
(Though of course private property
Is an entirely different story, so
Get the hell off my lawn, you dusty
Sweat-soaked troubadour, before I
Put a pound of buckshot in your crusty Okie ass)
Wait, what about verse two?
(as sung by the Supreme Court justices who voted for the Kelo decision)
This land is my land, this land is your land,
Until we resolve, the litigation,
Then this land will be my land,
It won’t be your land,
I’m going to build a shopping mall.
Heh. We can have Anthony Kennedy sing that verse.
Bloody heck. An entire defense of Guthrie, down the drain.
Short version: he liked dams, industries and the United States of America; hated fascism, Lindbergh and the America Firsters*; and might have seriously disliked George W Bush but certainly would have spit in Pat Buchanan’s eye. That’s gotta count for something
Huh. I was probably too long-winded the first time around anyway.
Moe
*And I’m gonna tell you workers,
’fore you cash in your checks:
They say ‘America First’,
but they mean ‘America Next!’
I’ll have you know that I own Bound for Glory on DVD.
So, y’know—I’m up with people, man.
Hey, I was just keeping it real – and making sure it’s known that Guthrie can belong to us evil VRWCers, too. Never hurts to point that out.
Moe
PS: As opposed to Schoolhouse Rock, which we pretty much own outright. Go watch ‘Elbow Room’ some time and you’ll see what I mean.
Hey, man. I own Schoolhouse Rocks on CD.
I’m down with liberty, brother!
This land is my land
This land ain’t your land
If you don’t get off
I’ll blow your head off
I got a shotgun
And you ain’t got none
This land is private property
Rethuglicand don’t rhyme.
Christ, next you’ll have them sipping white wine spritzers or holding concerts for farmers.
I’ve heard Iowahawk’s version before. That’s the classic.
With a 7+1 shotgun and 1 oz buckshot loads, that’s two full guns-full of buckshot.
Which makes an awfully big mess.
This Machine Kills Eminent Domain-Abusing Activist Judges.
Arise, ye prisoners of vacation!
Odd that I would stumble onto this just after watching Alice’s Restaurant, with Arlo & Woody & Pete and all that free love and stuff.
Mmmmm. Good times.
For those who are unaware of it, the original song specifically addresses private property.
While I don’t share Woody’s sentiment on that point, I would recommend this version as it appears on Naturally, an album by Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings, which is like someone found an extra classic late-60s soul record in a vault at Atlantic or Stax. Funky goodness.
Except for, of course, the Union apprentices who work for 50%, 60%, etc of the PW while they learn the trade on the job. Supplemented by training classes paid for by their fellow union members wage deductions.
Of course they get paid the full fringe package so they they can have health insurance and a pension, unlike quite a few of those non-union contractors out there.
PW does not mean Union only. It means PW and fringes. Any non-union contractor can quote, unless there is a project labor agreement.
Just a few facts from a (non-union) employee benefits guy.
Jeff,
Careful! JibJab was sued by the outfit (Ludlow Music) that claims it holds the copyright to the song. Ludlow apparently feels that while this land belongs to you and me, keep your HANDS OFF OUR SONG you THIEVING BASTARDS.
(JibJab beat the rap though, Huzzah!)
Glen