Let's Call It What It Is: Fascism

My Revolutionary Mind
Words by Woody Guthrie/ Tom Morello, Music by Yim Yames
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​Night is here again, baby,
I'm stretched out on my bed
Seeing all kinds of crazy notions
Running through my head;

I need a progressive woman;
I need an awfully liberal woman;
Ain't no reactionary baby
Can ease my revolutionary mind.

One hand is on my pillow
One hand is on my head,
I see a million nightmares
Runnin' 'round inside my head;

I need an anarchistic woman
I need an awfully liberal woman
Ain't no reactionary baby
Can ease my revolutionary mind.

If I could only make you see, babe,
How I ache and pain and bleed,
I know you'd come a runnin'
If you blistered both your feet.

I need a nature lovin' woman;
I need a social conscious woman;
Ain't no reactionary baby
Can ease my revolutionary mind.

If you could see me here, baby,
Broke out with salty sweat;
No matter where you go I know
You never could forget

I need a progressive shipmate; 
I need a liberous nature lover,;
I need an open-minded mama
To keep my revolutionary mind.

I ain't no lumpen proletariat,
And I ain't no petty bourgeoisie
But I'm gonna be a cold corpse
If you don't run here to me

I need a Weather Underground Woman;
I need a liberous nature lover,
Ain't no Fox News watchin' female 
Can ease my revolutionary mind.

If you're a Republican or a Democrat,
Or a white hood Ku Klux Klan,
No use to ring my doorbell
'Cause I'll never be your man

I need a union working woman
I need an Occupy Wallstreet woman,
I need a Woody Guthrie lovin' woman, 
To ease my revolutionary
Ease my revolutionary
Ease my revolutionary mind!

​Woody Guthrie had a guitar with a message slapped on it that said: This machine kills fascists. One of his songs tells us that "all you fascists bound to lose."

Woody was optimistic which was pretty hard back during the Depression and WW2. Nowadays, with Trump in office and all the hate he's unleashed on the country it's hard to see things the way Woody did.

Tom Morello's updated version of this Guthrie song has become my favorite (even more so than This Country) ever since Nokosee introduced it to me.  Although he said I'm that woman Woody and Tom wants and needs and that he'd never share me (thanks, Nooksie!), I love how Morello slips in those zingers at both the Deplorables and the Democrats because, let's face it, I'm a New Seminole and what we did and are doing (read my books) leaves us but little choice to sing along. And act out. 

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