Re-vote!
by Matthew Gordon

I don't like protest songs, I find them boring
You might think they cause a buzz, but that's only people snoring
But I feel compelled today, and I feel my temper rousing
'Cause I hear they've thrown away, the votes of twenty thousand

Re-Vote...in Palm Beach County
Re-vote...it's the only fair way
Re-vote...in Palm Beach County
You've got to let the people have their say
You've got to let the people have their say

There's a man says he trusts the people, but he won't allow their voices
Well he's a liar and a thief, 'cause he knows just what their choice is
A faulty ballot caused confusion, but we all know what they meant
And if we let the people's will decide then he's not our President

Re-Vote...in Palm Beach County
Re-vote...it's the only fair way
If we don't fight it....then it's decided
You've got to let the people have their say
You've got to let the people have their say

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by Tamara Lynn Scott

May we inaugurate a new day of freedom.

May we learn how to take up the power within ourselves
to unite in our actions,
to share our knowledge,
our experience,
and awaken a new day,
within ourselves,
arming our fight for right,
and just,
eternal fray.

May we inaugurate within ourselves
the belief
that the will of the people can succeed
and reshape the shadows of our failings
into a more perfect state.
That we can in word and deed,
change the power of greed's dark face.

May we take these criminal acts witnessed
and grow stronger,
and braver,
and surer that not one can be left behind,
no stone unturned,
no ballot uncounted,
no lie allowed to stand,
no greed allowed to play.
For where can there be room to hide,
on this great and glorious day?
When we will have arrived at a new bridge of understanding,
and that bridge is within ourselves.
Each and every one of us must dedicate.

May we inaugurate the changes needed
to secure a more perfect democracy,
punishing the lies,
the spins,
the greed that has ever won
and has killed the honesty within,
that weakens and enslaves our world,
demeans all dream.

May we celebrate on this inauguration day
civil disrespect
for what has been so easily stolen from us,
belief that our votes do indeed count,
belief that we can rely upon our justices
to rise above self centered power plays,
belief that our leaders
can lead us in moral right,
for they have forgotten the price eternity will pay.

May we inaugurate ourselves
into the most powerful force of this nation,
the united, awakened masses,
that have connection to what is true,
beyond what wins position and fame.

We, as this nation,
can take its movement forward or backward,
or inward, or outward,
without relying upon too limited a field of representation,
that neither represents us,
nor cares that we exist,
other than funding the deep pockets of special interest,
especially interested.

May we inaugurate a new day,
a new consciousness,
fully able to take
upon our shoulders
the task of keeping ourselves fully fed
on the substance of what is being done
in the name of power
solely intent on its own material gain.

May we learn to take our news from many sources,
and realize the failings of power,
and of those who do not know,
and of those who will say whatever is being paid to be said.

Turn the tide to enrich the whole
through participation of the whole,
and a new dedication to truth and justice,
so lost from the American way,
that we now stand,
in disbelief that such a coup has been thrown in our face.

A solemn dream, ever kept in the soul of each,
not yet found on our T.V.
that holds each of us to our highest goal,
the ever expanding consciousness of each.

May we learn to see the real behind the lies,
the true behind slick and pretty face.

May we awaken from our failings,
enlightened in the grim reality of money that talks,
and paid mobs that rage.

May we reawaken a new desire to fight for our freedom,
so long dazed in the shadows
of tricks of the trade.

May we see in every day,
new beginning,
new call to awaken,
and unite,
moving in a new dawn of awakened and informed citizenship,
acting,
in great spontaneous uprising
towards more responsibility,
and new look into ourselves,
our minds,
our acts,
our hands,
to elicit forth a new world of our own create.

Freedom is not free.
There is no light in the city.
Who here can give us truth?
All grapple with the limited view of short spanned life,
and grab for all that greed can take.

We have not yet created a free world,
or a free mind,
free from the shackles of power
that has always fed itself
from the blindnesses and weaknesses of the greater whole.

May we inaugurate ourselves
from the dark dealings
of those who reside in the white halls
and the Supreme enslave,
dark and grisly Politic
of a force that has always sought to enslave.

When all that is needed to corrupt is the promise of gold,
and always the least of us pays.

May we inaugurate ourselves up and out of these feudal days.

There is no honor in grasping and choking wealth,
in small and dying pockets,
with no intent of enrichment to the whole.

There is not one light in the city.
May we inaugurate within ourselves,
the light that is needed
to give our world and our beings change.

May we inaugurate a true birth of freedom,
dedicated to the principle
that we are the only ones who can win our freedom
and who can in this fight engage.

We have no leader who can fight for us.
It is a fight that always waits upon our self.

Up from the well of the masses must come the overwhelming wave,
equal in our voice to be heard,
able and capable of thinking,
and educating,
and ruling ourselves,
through our discourses,
a greater base
for the greatest sight
of greatest good,
democratic might.
For only we, the people, can set justice right.

There is no relying upon our leaders
or justices
to do for us,
what only we can win.

We have seen in the limitations
of those who stand before us,
the failings of our selves,
crimes against our selves,
against all truth,
against the liberation of our hearts and our estates,
limitations that only we can lift ourselves up from.

There is no leader to fight for the greatest right.

Our voice is lifted.
Our thirst unquenched in the fires of true.
Our responsibility to our souls,
our union,
our sense of everything holy and right,
compels us to rise,
to speak,
inaugurate the fight.

Democracy has not died.

Take from this wounding,
a new will,
awakened and bruised mind,
alerted,
and ready to redeem some semblance of light.

We find that light.
Vigil now on this inauguration day,
as with the common man throughout the world.
Let us all act,
and pray,
that we are fit to the job
of creating a world more free,
more humane.

Life, Liberty, Justice for all,
not just some carved words on stony page,
but flame within our spirit,
and honest in its claims.

Only the balance of the whole
can ensure the good of the whole may prevail.

May we rise above the destructive,
into the construct,
and give our voices true meat of matter,
and weight of law.
Not the law of the lawless,
but the law of the all.

Learn to take up our tools of communicate.
Learn to use these mediums to inform and embroil.
Penning our thoughts,
denying criminals reward for their sins,
their lies,
their obstructions against right,
justice,
and humanity.

Use our communicate
as a force of enlight,
for good,
for greatest good.

May each of us remember
within the silence of our being,
what right action means.
And when it holds no meaning in the great white halls,
then we must remember from whence all power emanates,
the tacit approval,
the mandate of the people.

We do not forget.

Inaugurate the flame within ourselves,
our only light,
our only chance in this eternal fight.

No one owes us the truth,
as we must be able to see.
The unjust parades,
and there is no altar of sacred.
All illusion is used to woo the unwary to believe.

Those of no mandate,
no moral,
no right,
Criminal of obstruct,
the power base,
the ever invisible hands in the night.

Act. Fight.

Let us inaugurate within ourselves,
the mandate towards governing.
For without the participation of a free and educated public,
there is no flame of freedom on this earth.

Greed has won the day.

Powers of the night
define and embolden the light.
and so,
Let us rekindle the burning flame,
and improve our sight,
that sees the truth behind the lies,
that knows the letters behind the page,
that sees through the invisible face,
the purported grace.

Can we inaugurate the highest good,
in the highest minds?
Change must ever move upward
from the lowest of denominators
to take hold on the greater stage.

And so,
on this day to celebrate inaugurate.
Look to ourselves,
for that is where the true vigil of democracy lies.

Inaugurate governance
that will take the wealth of this nation
and invest it for the wealth of the public,
not the pockets of the few,
for truly,
no taxation would be necessary if our resources were not bled away.
Deal makers have dealt the deeds,
deadened the day.

On the dais,
this inauguration day,
with no intent or interest in the uplifting of the mass,
only the amassing of power base,
a dark and deadly face,
that has no sight,
no grace.

Inauguration day.

A people,
A nation,
A force of might for right,
for the highest grace of our natures,
requires each of us.
We await.
Awaken.
Do.
Act.
Be.

Become the new arm of free.

Tamara Lynn Scott is an poet, artist, writer, musician, and communicator.

Chants:

Count the votes and you will see
We don't want a monarchy!

We want a President ELECT
not a Supreme Court President SELECT!

Count all the votes
Every vote counts!

Power from the people
not from the courts!

Songs: 

 "WE THE PEOPLE" 
©1998 2000 
Les Souci  (p) Lion eagle Music (ASCAP) (Originally as "All The People") 
(listen to original version at Les Souci's MP3 site) 
 
If you're just one man, trying to be-ee-ee; and "they" come and smash your 
rights and everyone can see. 
Most people looking, don't seem to ca-are, if you be; but if you got even 
one good friend, "a little Samaritan": you got some security, 'cause 
 
We the people. can keep each other free! 
And everyone's got, just a little. responsibility 
 
When does the man who runs that medical corporation, ever worry about the 
welfare, of any man, in this nation 
There's only one law written, on the books, and it shows us that: he could 
be made to pay back what he loses, if he stops to worry.. about that 
 
We the people. can keep each other free! 
And everyone's got, just a little. responsibility 
 
In this country, we have a law, we call the Bill Of Rights, but if we don't 
watch carefully, we may have to put up a figh-ight 
So..we must watch ca-arefully-y, if we want to, stay-ay free-ee 
 
We the people. can keep each other free! 
And everyone's got, just a little. responsibility 
 
If you get a chance today, to help your brother, I hope you're not waiting, 
or hoping for another 
'Cause if you're waiting 'til it gets a little closer, to the last judgment 
day, you're mistaken, my friend, it's today-ay -ay-ay 
 
We the people. can keep each other free! 
And everyone's got, just a little. responsibility 
 
Who's got the power?  ...Who really has control?  ......... 
Bush/Cheney don't have it: the Supreme Court's Partisan 5; they don't know 
 
We the people. must exercise control! 
'Cause we the people. sharing. the same soul. yah-ah-ah 
We the people  Tous le monde 
We the people Todas las personas 
We The People Naaaa  Rod 
We The People Abantu bonke 

Dubya'd Blues (on mp3.com)
Credit and Copyright 2000 Charlie Roger

We were waiting at her checkpoint
Thinking maybe something's wrong
The fox was in the henhouse
Talking heads were spinning round and round

She went to bed with the blues
But woke with hands a bloody red
Sun kiss my backside
I'm never going back again

Woke up that morning
Bushwacked, baked, bought and sold
I was free as a bird
Dragging down a Texas road

Brother's lover wouldn't even look
To understand my true intent
Horseshoes and hand grenades
Close enough to pick a President

Now we're waiting,
Yes we're waiting
For the earth to turn

Past the nadir of that dark night
In sunshine we may learn

Sometimes the winner's gonna lose
Looks like we've just all been Dubya'd

If you could use your eyes
It wouldn't matter what you see
'Cause the truth won't count
Unless you run it through their damn machine

Four for us and five for them
The fuzzy math right to the end
'Cause with the Dread Bush Decision
You don't even count, my friend

Now we're waiting
Yes we're waiting
For the earth to turn

Past the nadir of that dark night
In sunshine we may learn

Sometimes the winner's gonna lose
Looks like we've just all been Dubya'd

Dubya (to the tune of "What a Wonderful World" by Sam Cooke)
(Credit to Joel Landy)

Don't know much about history.
Don't know much foreign policy.
I don't know the names of men I grill,
Or implications of the seats I fill.
But I do know who has paid my way.
For corporate interests and the NRA
What a wonderful world this will be.
Don't know much about ecology.
Cutting trees has always worked for me.
And I don't know about the women's vote,
And I can't think of any bill I wrote.
But there's one thing that I know for sure,
If the rich stay rich and the poor stay poor
What a wonderful world this will be.
I never claimed to be an A student, but I don't have to be
If you have deep pockets and sell nuclear rockets
You're a friend of my family.
Don't know much about air pollution.
Don't know much about the Constitution.
Don't care much for solar energy.
There's nothing in it for my friends and me.
And if we can't find any on our soil
We can go to war and get more oil, and
What a wonderful world this will be.
Don't know much about the driving rules.
Don't know much about the public schools.
Don't know why the inner cities fail
Why can't folks get dad to pay for Yale?
And if the issues causing you to lose
Are never covered in the evening news,
What a wonderful world this will be.
I never claimed to be an A student, but I don't have to be.
If you have a brother who's the Florida Governor, the result's no mystery.
Don't know much about history.
Don't know much foreign policy.
Don't know 'bout paying off a debt.
I never had to pay one off yet.
But I do know who has paid my way.
For special interests in the USA
What a wonderful world this will be.

Let's Count the Votes
Written by: Edwin Johnston
Based on: Give Peace A Chance Written by: John Lennon/Paul McCartney
Additional lyrics: Sean Ono Lennon

Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Elections
Corrections
Directions
Connections
Cer-tif-ication
Trepidation
Race relations
Split the nation
All we are saying is let's count the votes
All we are saying is let's count the votes
C'mon
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Liars
Buyers
Triers
Cryers
Civil War
Bush or Gore
Rule of law
What's it for?
All we are saying is let's count the votes
All we are saying is let's count the votes
Let me tell you now
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Protest
Contest
Freakfest
No rest
Dimpled chad
Being mad
We been had
Their too glad
All we are saying is let's count the votes
All we are saying is let's count the votes
Let me hear you now
Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout
Country
Not free
Gotta be
Liberty
Fair Vote
No joke
Plain folk
Take note
All we are saying is let's count the votes
All we are saying is let's count the votes

Updated version of "This Land is Your Land" be used whenever possible.
(New lyrics by Amy Mullen)

This vote is your vote
This vote is our vote,
From Tallahassee to the Key West Islands,
From the Tampa Bay shoreline
To Palm Beach County,
This vote will count for you and me.

NOSTALGIC TUNES:

Power to the People

Say you want a revolution
We better get on right away
Well you get on your feet
And out on the street
Singing power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people
Power to the people, right on

Mind Games

We're playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the mantra, peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic, the search for the grail

Stand by Me

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

Nobody Told Me

Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed

Happy Christmas (War is over)

And so this is Xmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The world is so wrong
And so happy Xmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight
A very Merry Xmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear