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Long-haired preachers come out every night
Rankenphile
Passersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, Moderator Mod Emeritus
Passersby were amazedby the unusually large amounts of blood.Registered User, Moderator Mod Emeritus
Long-haired preachers come out every night,
Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right;
But when asked how 'bout something to eat
They will answer in voices so sweet
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
And the Starvation Army they play,
And they sing and they clap and they pray,
Till they get all your coin on the drum,
Then they tell you when you're on the bum
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
Holy Rollers and Jumpers come out
And they holler, they jump and they shout
Give your money to Jesus, they say,
He will cure all diseases today
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
If you fight hard for children and wife-
Try to get something good in this life-
You're a sinner and bad man, they tell,
When you die you will sure go to hell.
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
Workingmen of all countries, unite
Side by side we for freedom will fight
When the world and its wealth we have gained
To the grafters we'll sing this refrain
You will eat, bye and bye,
When you've learned how to cook and how to fry;
Chop some wood, 'twill do you good
Then you'll eat in the sweet bye and bye
This is a song entitled The Preacher and the Slave, written by an itinerant worker, traveller and union organizer named Joe Hill.
A lot of people don't know about Joe Hill.
A lot of people should.
Joe Hill was a Wobbly. This means he was part of the Industrial Workers of the World, or the IWW. The IWW was created because some people were smart enough to recognize that having all sorts of unions all over the place fighting each other for jobs and being corrupted by the bosses into screwing over their members was a losing prospect, and that the greatest power mankind had was its workforce. If the workforce united across jobs, across industries, could organize against the corruption of the upper classes, they theorized, they could use their collective bargaining power to force them to give people a fair shake.
From this came things like the 40-hour work week.
And a little thing called the weekend, you may have heard of it.
Anyway, Joe Hill was a Wobbly, and a song-writer, and a poet and a hobo and an organizer and a lot of things.
One night in Utah, way back in 1910, a couple of folks that owned a butcher shop were killed by two masked men.
Later that night, Joe Hill showed up on the doorstep of the local doc, saying he got shot over an argument about a woman, but he refused to say who. He was arrested for the murder of the two butcher's store guys, with a number of supposed eye witnesses claiming to having seen him at the site of the murder. A lot of folks think that Hill was with a married woman and that he was shot by the husband, and that he refusted to name her because it would have ruined her life, her living in 1910 utah and all. Some folks think he was persecuted for being a Wobbly, which were notorious for stirring up trouble in the towns they went to and were often given the shaft by the government for this. Nobody really knows. But he was found guilty and put to death.
The whole thing was a pretty big deal. The media turned out in swarms to plead for clemency. Even Hellen Keller was there.
Anyway, he died, shot to death by a firing squad.
His final words?
"Fire!"
How metal is that?
Right before he was killed, he wrote to his friend and fellow union organizer Bill Heywood, "Goodbye Bill. I die like a true blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning. Organize... Could you arrange to have my body hauled to the state line to be buried? I don't want to be found dead in Utah."
And this was his will:
My will is easy to decide
For there is nothing to divide
My kin don't need to fuss and moan
"Moss does not cling to a rolling stone."
My body? - Oh. - If I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again T
his is my Last and final Will
Good Luck to All of you
- Joe Hill
He was responsible for a lot of things. Bob Dylan, for instance. Stephen King named his second kid after Joe Hill. Joan Baez performed a song about him at Woodstock. And his influence went on to inspire lots and lots of other folks.
And now you know about him.
You're welcome.
Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right;
But when asked how 'bout something to eat
They will answer in voices so sweet
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
And the Starvation Army they play,
And they sing and they clap and they pray,
Till they get all your coin on the drum,
Then they tell you when you're on the bum
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
Holy Rollers and Jumpers come out
And they holler, they jump and they shout
Give your money to Jesus, they say,
He will cure all diseases today
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
If you fight hard for children and wife-
Try to get something good in this life-
You're a sinner and bad man, they tell,
When you die you will sure go to hell.
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie in the sky when you die
Workingmen of all countries, unite
Side by side we for freedom will fight
When the world and its wealth we have gained
To the grafters we'll sing this refrain
You will eat, bye and bye,
When you've learned how to cook and how to fry;
Chop some wood, 'twill do you good
Then you'll eat in the sweet bye and bye
This is a song entitled The Preacher and the Slave, written by an itinerant worker, traveller and union organizer named Joe Hill.
A lot of people don't know about Joe Hill.
A lot of people should.
Joe Hill was a Wobbly. This means he was part of the Industrial Workers of the World, or the IWW. The IWW was created because some people were smart enough to recognize that having all sorts of unions all over the place fighting each other for jobs and being corrupted by the bosses into screwing over their members was a losing prospect, and that the greatest power mankind had was its workforce. If the workforce united across jobs, across industries, could organize against the corruption of the upper classes, they theorized, they could use their collective bargaining power to force them to give people a fair shake.
From this came things like the 40-hour work week.
And a little thing called the weekend, you may have heard of it.
Anyway, Joe Hill was a Wobbly, and a song-writer, and a poet and a hobo and an organizer and a lot of things.
One night in Utah, way back in 1910, a couple of folks that owned a butcher shop were killed by two masked men.
Later that night, Joe Hill showed up on the doorstep of the local doc, saying he got shot over an argument about a woman, but he refused to say who. He was arrested for the murder of the two butcher's store guys, with a number of supposed eye witnesses claiming to having seen him at the site of the murder. A lot of folks think that Hill was with a married woman and that he was shot by the husband, and that he refusted to name her because it would have ruined her life, her living in 1910 utah and all. Some folks think he was persecuted for being a Wobbly, which were notorious for stirring up trouble in the towns they went to and were often given the shaft by the government for this. Nobody really knows. But he was found guilty and put to death.
The whole thing was a pretty big deal. The media turned out in swarms to plead for clemency. Even Hellen Keller was there.
Anyway, he died, shot to death by a firing squad.
His final words?
"Fire!"
How metal is that?
Right before he was killed, he wrote to his friend and fellow union organizer Bill Heywood, "Goodbye Bill. I die like a true blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning. Organize... Could you arrange to have my body hauled to the state line to be buried? I don't want to be found dead in Utah."
And this was his will:
My will is easy to decide
For there is nothing to divide
My kin don't need to fuss and moan
"Moss does not cling to a rolling stone."
My body? - Oh. - If I could choose
I would to ashes it reduce
And let the merry breezes blow
My dust to where some flowers grow
Perhaps some fading flower then
Would come to life and bloom again T
his is my Last and final Will
Good Luck to All of you
- Joe Hill
He was responsible for a lot of things. Bob Dylan, for instance. Stephen King named his second kid after Joe Hill. Joan Baez performed a song about him at Woodstock. And his influence went on to inspire lots and lots of other folks.
And now you know about him.
You're welcome.
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Great, you want him to crush us all?
That's really cool. Thanks, Rank.
What brought this on, just out of curiosity?
It's pretty easy, try "Fi!"
Seriously though, that sounds like a pretty kickin' dude. Kinda guy you want to buy a beer.
Incidentally, those were my last requests I instructed my family during the six months I was living in SLC.
That right there is how I want to go when the time comes
Not of old age, not of disease
No, I want to be taken out back, have a drink, and tell 'em to pull the trigger
I want to tell them to shoot me
That's a pretty bad-ass way to go
That's not very iconic sounding
You can do better. Rank, reload, we're gonna give this another go!
thanks Rank
I saw that
hee hee hee hee
i am technically a long-haired preacher
hoo doggie
we're havin ourselves a barbecue
who's jerking off on the stairs