There will soon come an armed contest between capital and labor. They will oppose each other, not with words and arguments, but with shot and shell, gun-powder and cannon. The better classes are tired of the insane howling of the lower strata and they mean to stop them.
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Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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Capital is a result of labor, and is used by labor to assist it in further production. Labor is the active and initial force, and labor is therefore the employer of capital.
quote by Henry George
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Powder Blue
Powder blue, powder blue
What can ya do, shes powder blue
Powder blue, powder blue
What can ya do, shes powder blue
Ill be true (ba baa)
My powder blue (powder blue)
Its all for you (ba baa)
Its all for you
And ya know it
Powder blue, powder blue
The seventh sun of orion with me too
Oh powder blue, how do you do?
Come walk with me now, powder blue
Powder blue (ba baa)
Powder blue (powder blue)
Its all for you (ba baa)
Its all for you
And you can feel that
Powder blue, oh powder blue
Ive got this feeling, powder blue
Oh powder blue, powder blue
Its in my head for you
Ill be true (ba baa)
My powder blue (powder blue)
Its all for you (ba baa)
Its all for you
Bobby ogdin on the piano ... thanks, bobby
Mr. charlie mccoy, harmonica ... ah, charlie
Russ hicks, steel guitar...
And ladies & gentlemen, Id like to present: mohammed ali:
Everybody stop talking now, I tell ya....i told you, all of my critics, I told you all that I was the greatest of all time...
Now just listen...i told you today, Im still the greatest of all time...never again defeat me...never again say that Im going to be defeated...never again bet and make me an underdog, until i
Ut 50 years old. then you might get me. but I didnt dance, I didnt dance for a reason. I wanted to make him lose all his power, I kept tellin he had no punch, he couldnt hit, he swang like a
Y, hes missin, let me see you box, I hadnt start dancin yet! you cant say my legs are gone, you cant say I was tired, because what happened? I didnt dance from the second round on. I stay
The ropes. when I stay on the ropes, you think Im doin bad. but I want all boxers to put this in the page of boxing: staying on ropes is a beautiful thing with a heavyweight when you make him
T his best shot, and you know hes not hittin ya. I wouldve gave george foreman two rounds of steady punchin, because after that he was mine.
song performed by by Ween
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Powder Blue
Powder blue, powder blue
What can ya do, shes powder blue
Powder blue, powder blue
What can ya do, shes powder blue
Ill be true (ba baa)
My powder blue (powder blue)
Its all for you (ba baa)
Its all for you
And ya know it
Powder blue, powder blue
The seventh sun of orion with me too
Oh powder blue, how do you do?
Come walk with me now, powder blue
Powder blue (ba baa)
Powder blue (powder blue)
Its all for you (ba baa)
Its all for you
And you can feel that
Powder blue, oh powder blue
Ive got this feeling, powder blue
Oh powder blue, powder blue
Its in my head for you
Ill be true (ba baa)
My powder blue (powder blue)
Its all for you (ba baa)
Its all for you
Bobby ogdin on the piano ... thanks, bobby
Mr. charlie mccoy, harmonica ... ah, charlie
Russ hicks, steel guitar...
And ladies & gentlemen, Id like to present: mohammed ali:
Everybody stop talking now, I tell ya....i told you, all of my critics, I told you all that I was the greatest of all time...
Now just listen...i told you today, Im still the greatest of all time...never again defeat me...never again say that Im going to be defeated...never again bet and make me an underdog, until i
Ut 50 years old. then you might get me. but I didnt dance, I didnt dance for a reason. I wanted to make him lose all his power, I kept tellin he had no punch, he couldnt hit, he swang like a
Y, hes missin, let me see you box, I hadnt start dancin yet! you cant say my legs are gone, you cant say I was tired, because what happened? I didnt dance from the second round on. I stay
The ropes. when I stay on the ropes, you think Im doin bad. but I want all boxers to put this in the page of boxing: staying on ropes is a beautiful thing with a heavyweight when you make him
T his best shot, and you know hes not hittin ya. I wouldve gave george foreman two rounds of steady punchin, because after that he was mine.
song performed by by Ween
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From my earliest acquaintance with the science of political economy, it has been evident to my mind that capital was the product of labor, and that therefore, in its best analysis there could be no natural conflict between capital and labor.
quote by Leland Stanford
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Careful Man
I don't gamble, I don't fight
I don't be hangin' in the bars at night
Yeah I used to be a fighter but
Now I am a wiser man
I don't drink much, I don't smoke
I don't be hardly mess around with no dope
Yeah I used to be a problem but
Now I am a careful man
Chorus:
But if you used to want to see a commotion
You shoulda seen the man that I used to be
I was trouble in perpetual motion
Trouble with a capital "T"
Stayin' out late, havin' fun
And shot off every single shot in my gun
Yeah I used to be a lover but
Now I'm an older man
Chorus
But if you used to want to see a commotion
You shoulda seen the man that I used to be
I was trouble in perpetual motion
Trouble with a capital "T"
Stayin' out late, havin' fun
And shot off every single shot in my gun
Yeah I used to be a terror but
Now I am a tired man
Yeah I used to be a terror but
Now I am a tired man
song performed by by Jim Croce
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I'm So Tired
i'm so tired (lennon/mccartney)
I'm so tired, i haven't slept a wink
I'm so tired, my mind is on the blink
I wonder should i get up and fix myself a drink
No,no,no.
I'm so tired i don't know what to do
I'm so tired my mind is set on you
I wonder should i call you but i know what you'd do
You'd say i'm putting you on
But it's no joke, it's doing me harm
You know i can't sleep, i can't stop my brain
You know it's three weeks, i'm going insane
You know i'd give you everything i've got
For a little peace of mind
I'm so tired, i'm feeling so upset
Although i'm so tired i'll have another cigarette
And curse sir walter raleigh
He was such a stupid git.
song performed by by Beatles
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The Charge Of The Light Brigade
HALF a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Their's not to make reply,
Their's not to reason why,
Their's but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.
Tell Me, Are You Tired
What do you do when youre down and out
Do you sit and sigh and wonder why
If the answer just comes right to you-ou
Its letting you know just what to do
Oh your ladys tired of you running around
And if you dont stop shell put you down
Says shes got good to gi-i-ive
All of her love and affection here
All you got to do is stop running around
Chorus: tell me, are you tired
Tell me, are you tired runnin around
Ooh oo-oo-oo-ooh
Tell me, are you tired
Running arou-ou-ou-ound, mm-mm
Tell me, are you tired
Tell me, are you tired pla-a-ay round town
Tell me, are you tired
Tell me, are you tired gettin down on the town
Stay at home, stay at home
Lady says she needs your love
It just cant come from up above
She doesnt want to be by herself
Says she wants you and no one else
Knows you bring home the bread
Thats half the plan, stay and hold her hand
You being home is surely missed
All she wants is you to hug and kiss
All you got to do is start
Stay at home
Chorus
song performed by by Santana
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Cuckoos Nest
Hey you cuckoo!
See youre in the paper late today, accused of something,
And your lips are closed to all of those who know shes missing.
Talk abounds she wont be found alive and thats a pity.
I read about all of these crimes. when will it end?
Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way.
Im tired of the insane running things,
And I wont stop tryin for change.
Seems the towns ablaze and tvs live to show its burning.
All the while, the smiling juvenile is seeking mercy.
I see these crimes all of the time. when will it end?
Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way.
Im tired of the insane running things,
And I wont stop tryin for change.
We legislate and educate trying to find
A way to fix the broken dream.
Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way.
If this is the youth of tomorrow,
Im running the other way.
Carry me through tomorrow, guide me along the way.
Im tired of the insane running things,
And I wont stop tryin for change.
song performed by by Queensryche
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I Will Oppose The Men Of War
I will oppose the men of war until the Reaper takes me
Until the breath that gives me life it finally forsakes me
I'll use words for to oppose them they send the young to battle
To fight for the colour of their National flag and die like slaughtered cattle.
I may not be a wordsmith and my rhymes seem out of fashion
But I will oppose the men of war oppose them with a passion
Because of them so many die and so many have to suffer
They may fool some but they do not fool me for I am not a duffer.
I will oppose the men of war those who send their fighter jets to bomb and slaughter
They leave the grieving mother for to mourn her dead her young son and young daughter
Collateral damage they call it by such arrogance how can one not feel disgusted
I will oppose these men of war for they cannot be trusted.
I will oppose the men of war though some may celebrate them
I will prick their egos with my pen with words I will deflate them
They enjoy the good life with their loathsome mates whilst others all too willing
To go and fight their war for them and for them do the killing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Insane
Somebody told me it was over
Nobody told me where it began
No one believes in you
I understand
Like a blind man
Whos lost his way
No one hears a word
Of what you say
I forgive you
Would you do the same
I would believe you
If only youd be true
I would believe if it were true
Cause everybody wants to be a winner
Nobody wants to lose their game
Its the same for me
Its the same for you
Its insane insane insane insane insane
Insane insane insane insane insane insane
I dont know where youve been looking
I think its only in your mind
Its tied so tight inside of you
All the thoughts unkind
I would believe you
If only youd be true
I would believe if it were true
Cause everybody wants to be a winner
Nobody wants to lose their game
Its the same for me
Its the same for you
Its insane insane insane insane insane
Insane insane insane insane insane
Insane
I would believe you
If only youd be true
Im getting older
And I cant escape time
Cause everybody wants to be a winner
Nobody wants to lose their game
Its the same for me
Its the same for you
Its insane insane insane insane insane
Insane insane insane
Cause everybody wants to be a winner
Nobody wants to lose their game
Its the same or me
Its the same for you
Its insane insane insane insane insane
Insane insane insane insane insane insane
Insane
song performed by by Texas
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In a condition of society and under an industrial organization which places labor completely at the mercy of capital, the accumulations of capital will necessarily be rapid, and an unequal distribution of wealth is at once to be observed.
quote by Leland Stanford
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A shot rang out like lightning out of a gun
Goodbye to the land where the sun always shine,
to the blue sky that always is bright,
goodbye to the light that comes every day
and hello to that midnight which is cold and dark.
A shot rang out like lightning out of a gun
fading the sun while white vapour rose
out of a shot out armoured car,
I couldn’t close my eyes or look away.
Goodbye to that enemy tank stopped in its tracks
against a bank of earth
while my armoured car’s gun rang out
sending a phosphorus shell with fire from hell.
A rocket flew past with a flaming tail
like a star falling from the sky
before exploding against a tree with a blast
and goodbye to the enemy soldiers who fired it
while we moved past at speed
with a machinegun howling a great cry.
I heard that enemy commander weeping over the radio
while his frequencies were blocked
being in shock
and sounding like the voices of many men
crying in the anguish of death
as if a deadly net had been cast
and I wish that I could understand Spanish
but the noise was ear-splitting
and it was goodbye to tank after tank
and goodbye with blast after blast and going in quick
stopping, firing and running away fast
and every enemy armoured car we found
only got one shot
till the last shell had being fired
and tired we went to fetch some more,
ate in a hurry before being wished good luck
and going back to war.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry
Comrades, many a year and day
Have fled since that glorious 9th of May
When we made the charge at Farmington.
But until our days on earth are done
Our blood will burn and our hearts beat fast
As we tell of the glorious moments we passed,
When we rode on the guns with a mighty shout
And saved Paine’s army from utter rout;
And our children in years to come will tell
How the 2nd rose through the shot and shell
Rode with a cheer on that 9th of May
And held the whole rebel army at bay.
Behind lay the swamp, a dank morass.
A marsh - no horse nor man could pass
Save by one road, one narrow way.
But beyond that road our safety lay,
In front rose the hills which the rebels held
With his howling cannon that raked and shelled
Our troops.
We lay in the centre.
Paine,
Our general saw he must cross again
The narrow road, or his men were lost
The road was narrow. It must be crossed,
And crossed in haste, and the deadly rain
of the rebel guns 'Must be stopped!' said Paine.
Twenty-four cannon thundered and roared!
Twenty-four cannon into us poured.
Twenty-four cannon! A devil’s den
Backed by full fifteen thousand men.
Must be held at bay till our troops could pass
In order over the dank morass.
Up to where the cavalry stand,
Waiting in order the word of command,
Gallops Paine. And his mighty shout
Rings the daring order out -
'Take and hold that battery!
Take it! Whatever the hazards be!'
'Draw sabres!' They flash in the startled air.
'Forward! Gallop! March!' Away
We ride. We must show our steel today!
'Gallop! Charge!' On the rebels ears
Ring the thundering Yankee cheers!
And on, like a wave of maddened sea,
On - Dash the Iowa cavalry!
Into the torrents of shot and shell
That shrieks and screams like the fiends of hell!
Into the torrent of shot that kills!
Into the torrent of shell that stills
The cheer on many a lip, we ride
Like the onward rush of a whirling tide
Up to the cannon’s mouth,
Our cheers
Curdle the blood of the cannoneers
To right and left from his silenced guns
In wild retreat the rebel runs.
And the charge of the Iowa cavalry
Rushes on!
Can you stop the sea
When the storm waves break on the sandy shore
Driving the driftwood awrack? No more
Can the rebel resist the terrible charge
As we ride right up to their army’s marge -
They waver - the fifteen thousand men,
Waver and rally, and waver, and then
Our work is done.
Paine’s men had crossed
The swamp while our little band was lost
In the smoke and dust of the eager ride,
And are safe at last on the other side.
Then we ride back! We had saved the day
By holding the whole rebel army at bay,
While Paine made a hasty and safe retreat
Over the swamp.
We had conquered defeat!
Comrades, many a year and day
Have fled since that glorious 9th of May
When we made the charge at Farmington.
And our time on earth is almost run,
But when we are gone our children will tell
How we rode through rebel shots and shell.
How we rode on the guns with a mighty shout,
And saved Paine’s army from utter route.
And carved in the temple of glory will be
The roll of the 2nd Iowa Cavalry.
The brave old 2nd, that never knew
A deed too hard or rash to do.
The dear old 2nd, that would have spurred
Into Hell itself, if Hatch said the word.
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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I'd get a shell, they weighed about 80 pounds I think, but when I was 19 or 20 that was nothing. I'd take a shell and a bag of powder, I'd put it in the hoist and then I would send it up to the gun.
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Beauty Contest
Damsel in distress is quite submissive
Look how somber my vanity is
A feminine human creature
Superficial, seducing detour
Im going to the mall for the cookie cutter
The ugly duckling will always suffer
Contaminated standards, I try to fight it
I better get back on my diet
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
Reduce myself, I got the strict restrictions
Not sexy enough without the regulations
A melting point countdown the fading features
Born to blossom and bloom to perish
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Oh, Ive got to get out of this mess
Beauty contest
Im obsessed
And Ive fallen, I cant help myself
Im feeling envious of all the rest
Youre bringing out the lemming in me
A victim of the cattle call disease
Not easy to be me
I feel swollen
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Ive got to get out of this mess
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Obsessed with the beauty contest
Beauty contest
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
Caught up in the beauty contest
And I feel swollen
Howd my vanity get such a mess?
My vanitys a mess
song performed by by No Doubt
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It is essential that there should be organization of labor. This is an era of organization. Capital organizes and therefore labor must organize.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Capital of Change
Beyond- capital capital, capital of change
realizing energy through social capital
energizing capital through intellectual and emotional capital
capitalizing energy through death in post-conceptual realities
beyond trust
beyond relationship
beyond law of Karma
post-framed mind-set in the ecological mind of spiritual freedom
capital of change
the end of ideology
you see/you the sea