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Up With the Masses

by Sue Jeffers

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1.
(chorus) so we say say their names generations sending pleas into a void that has no shame accepts no blame for generations of lives stolen from the days of slave patrols to tomorrow's deadly choke hold say their names William Green, Gamel Brown, Michael Dean, Kendrell Watkins, Aura Rosser, William Burgess, Richard Price Rayshard Scales, Botham Jean, Michael Thomas, Dion Johnson, Maurice Gordon, Alton Sterling, Tamir Rice (chorus) Daniel Prude, Rayshard Brooks, Mycael Johnson, Donnie Sanders, Janisha Fonville, Jaquyn Light, George Floyd Chris Carter, Shaun Lee Fuhr, Atatiana Jefferson, Manny Ellis, Desmond Hayes, Eric Reason (chorus) Stephon Clark, Freddy Gray, Michelle Cusseaux, Kanisha Fuller, Michael Brown, Gabriealla Neverez Keith Collins, Akaii Gurley, Breonna Taylor, Joshua Johnson, Tina Davis Barry Gedeus so we say say their names generations sending pleas into a void that has no shame accepts no blame for generations of lives stolen from the days of slave patrols to tomorrow's deadly choke hold say their names
2.
I'm gonna tell you fascists You may be surprised The people in this world Are getting organized You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose Race hatred cannot stop us This one thing we know Your poll tax and Jim Crow And greed has got to go You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose. All of you fascists bound to lose... I said, all of you fascists bound to lose... Yes sir, all of you fascists bound to lose... You're bound to lose! You fascists... Bound to lose! People of every color Marching side to side Marching 'cross these fields Where a million fascists dies You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose! I'm going into this battle And take my union gun We'll end this world of slavery Before this battle's won You're bound to lose You fascists bound to lose!
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The owning class is clamoring to us the workers' money bring let them live on 'straps and 'string and eat their boots now things are lean some workers they manipulate to take the blame & agitate to put their families' lives at stake so masters' profits they can make ch: they say they know that many more will die even dare to call it the "front line" and thank you for your sacrifice now go and make those pies you're essentially expendable, at 7.25 the plutocrats in congress say the urgency has gone away the owning class has had their day 3 trillion plus is on the way help the worker stay alive but not enough to really thrive comfort takes away the drive to die for 7.25 ch: they say they know that many more will die even dare to call it the "front line" and thank you for your sacrifice now go and make those fries you're essentially expendable, at 7.25 the president called this a hoax and his followers he tries to coax to mingle while they praise his boasts then to the market they'll be thrown distance, now the white house rule is too extravagant for you get back to work you lazy tool and when you break, they'll get one new ch: they say they know that many more will die even dare to call it the "front line" as they're stepping up the class war, you know they could be right 'tis time my fellow workers for the general strikehis wealth he thought would insulate he thought his power was too great that virus would not dare invade his callous white house palisade he will now be tested every day maybe 4 times, even eight but you can all just play roulette he wants that burger on his plate ch: they say they know that more will die even dare to call it the "front line" as they're stepping up the class war, you know they must be right 'tis time my fellow workers for the general strike they're scheming even now on how to siphon off our bank accounts congress plans to help them out their priorities are not in doubt but workers have their own demands in states and towns across the land they're walking out to make a stand this need not go to bastards plans ch: they say they know that more will die even dare to call it the "front line" as they're stepping up the class war, you know they must be right 'tis time my fellow workers for the general strike
4.
Tell me how many dead for the Dow? How many dead for the Dow? Is it two or is it three, is it you or is it me? Tell me how many dead for the Dow? Tell me how many rooms will hold All the dead that you’re dyin’ to unload Put them all in your hotel, lock ‘em in run like hell All the corpses that your rooms are gonna hold Tell me how many deaths will you allow? How many dead is good for now? Is it five or is it ten, Is it us or is it them Tell me how many deaths will you allow Not a single death for the Dow! Your money isn’t good here anyhow! You’re so whacked about your stocks that you’d put us in a box But we ain’t about to die for you nohow
5.
they said be back in your seats in a few minutes we're running late but we'll get back on track i stepped out from the concert hall and in a few words from a friend i knew that i wasn't coming back she seemed upset so i asked her how are you doing? She said i'm not good, i've just read the news it's happening again more people dead what's going on? what can we do? how are you? 27 of october sabbath morning families were gathering in prayer armed with rifles guns and hatred a killer stormed the synagogue at the tree of life in pittsburgh there are 11 people dead David and Cecil Rosenthal Bernice and Sylvan Simon Joyce Fienberg Richard Gottfried Melvin Wax and Daniel Stein Jerry Rabinowitz Irving Younger and Rose Mallinger all were slaughtered by a nazi yelling out all jews must die now the president is lurking he's backstage in the hangar at his latest campaign rally a slight grin upon his face he claps his hands and paces then saunters to the podium says the day was hard and he won't tolerate the hate but his tongue keeps painting targets on his gallery of enemies says the fault lies with the media and he cannot be blamed for the actions of his followers the paranoid and polarized the nazis and the magas the shock troops and foot soldierswhite power true believers the shooters and bombers while he takes the lead as spotter they take aim i'll take this time to ask you how you doing? I know i'm not good, i've just read the news it's happening again more people dead what's going on? what can we do? how are you?
6.
Take a trip with me in 1913 To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country I will take you to a place called Italian Hall Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball I will take you in a door and up a high stairs Singing and dancing is heard everywhere I will let you shake hands with the people you see And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree You ask about work and you ask about pay They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day Working the copper claims, risking their lives So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives There's talking and laughing and songs in the air And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere Before you know it you're friends with us all And you're dancing around and around in the hall Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet To hear all this fun you would not realize That the copper boss' thug men are milling outside The copper boss' thugs stuck their heads in the door One of them yelled and he screamed, "there's a fire!" A lady she hollered, "there's no such a thing Keep on with your party, there's no such thing." A few people rushed and it was only a few "It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you," A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down But the thugs held the door and he could not get out And then others followed, a hundred or more But most everybody remained on the floor The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke While the children were smothered on the stairs by the doorSuch a terrible sight I never did see We carried our children back up to their tree The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the children that died there were seventy-three The piano played a slow funeral tune And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon The parents they cried and the miners they moaned "See what your greed for money has done."
7.
When the union’s inspiration through the workers blood shall run There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun Yet what force on Earth is weaker than the feeble force of one but The union makes us strong Chorus: Solidarity Forever Solidarity Forever Solidarity Forever For the union makes us strong Is there aught we hold in common with the greedy parasite Who would lash us into serfdom and would crush us with his might Is there anything left to us but to organize and fight? For… The union makes us strong (Chorus) It is we who plowed the prairies, build the cities where they trade Dug the mines and build the workshops, endless miles of RR laid Now we stand outcast and starving ‘mid the wonders we have made but The union makes us strong (Chorus) All the world that's owned by idle drones is ours and ours alone We have laid the wide foundations, built it skyward stone by stone It is ours, not to slave in, but to master and to own While the union makes us strong (Chorus) They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn But without our brain and muscle not a single wheel can turn We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn that The union makes us strong (Chorus) In our hands is placed a power greater than their hoarded gold Greater than the might of armies magnified a thousand-fold We can bring to birth a new world from the ashes of the old for But the union makes us strong
8.
Ten million workers sweat and toil increasing my wealth and fame with wages small but I tell them all that our interests, they're the same their leaders they repeat my words and politics hold sway which pleases me cuz I like to see them vote in the same old way the grub is soaring out of sight and the clothing is extra high and house rents upwards take their course and to the heavens fly while wages take the toboggan route and downwards down they go so working folks when winter comes will have to live on snow now some stand pat for democrat, some for the gop but both will use that riot gun whenever it pleases me or split their force in the great sham fight cuz none understand the game whichever wins of my faithful twins, I boodle just the same they cast their vote for the 12 hour boss and strike for an 8 hr day which cheers me so I overflow with mirth and reduce their pay they strike like fools and they vote like seals and land in the big bull pen and I laugh, but my interest are the same as you working men
9.
the politician prowls around for workers' votes entreating he claims to know the slickest way to give the boss a beating chorus: polly we can't use you dear to lead us into clover this fight is ours and as for you clear out or get run over he claims to be the bosses foe on worker's friendship doting he says don't fight while on the job but do it all by voting elect ME to the office boys let all your rage pass o'er you don't bother with your countless wrongs i'll do your fighting for you he says that sabotage won't do it isn't to his liking and that without HIS mighty aid there is no use in striking he begs and coaxes, threatens, yells for shallow glory thirsting in fact he's just a bag of wind that's swollen up to bursting the smiling bosses think he'd like to boodle from their manger and he never mentions STRIKE they know there is no danger and all the while he spouts and spiels he's musing undetected on what a lovely snap he'll have as soon as he’s elected
10.
long in their bondage the people have waited lulled to inaction by pulpit and press hoping in time their wrongs would be abated trusting the ballot to give them redress vain was their trust for a high court decision swept the last bulwark of freedom away the voice of the people is met with derision the people in action no court can gainsay chorus: so up with the masses and down with the classes death to the traitor who money can buy cooperation is the hope of the nation strike for it now or our liberties die hark to the cries of the hungry and idle borne on the breezes from prairie to sea patience their fury no longer can bridle onward they're coming to die of be free hear and grow pale you despoilers of virtue corporate managers, masters of slaves fools, did you think that we never could hurt you you were the cowards and we the brave hail to the birth of the new constitution laws that are equal with justice for all hail to the age of man's true evolution anarchy unfolding at liberty's call buried forever be selfish ambition cruel fomenter of discord and strife long live the commnwealth, hope's glad fruition humanity rises at news of life chorus: so up with the masses and down with the classes death to the traitor who money can buy cooperation is the hope of the nation strike for it now or our liberties die
11.
oh say can you see in that land of the free home of those brave souls who take to their keys vomiting hatred , adjusting their sheets while the fascist in chief obsessively tweets his threats to america, war in the streets ch: with each new murder by police the people's outrage grows with each new thug incursion more people rise up to say no decades on still saying all you fascists bound to lose take you on in portland and wherever else you choose a knee to the neck, a bat to the teeth a shot to the eye and noone can breathe fixed bayonets, bullets in guns crackdowns and curfews and nowhere to run ch: new secret soldiers for the fascist in chief mounting invasions against the cities where black folks dare challenge their murder by police there's gas in the neighborhoods, tanks in the streets ch: with each new murder by police the people's outrage grows with each new thug incursion more people rise up to say no decades on still saying all you fascists bound to lose take you on in portland and wherever else you choose
12.
Parasites in this fair country, live from honest labor's sweat There are some who never labor, yet labor's product get They never starve or freeze, nor face the wintry breeze They are well fed, clothed and sheltered, And they do whate'er they please. These parasites are living, in luxury and state While millions starve and shiver, and moan their wretched fate They know not why they die, nor do they ever try Their lot in life to better They only mourn and sigh. These parasites would vanish and leave this grand old world. If the workers fought together, and the scarlet flag unfurled When in One Union grand, the working class shall stand, The parasites will vanish. And the workers rule the land.
13.
Conditions they are bad And some of you are sad You cannot see your enemy The class that lives in luxury You workingmen are poor Will be forevermore As long as you permit the few To guide your destiny (chorus) Shall we still be slaves and work for wages It is outrageous Has been for ages Oh, This earth by right belongs to toilers And not to spoilers of liberty The master class is small But they have lots of "gall" When we unite to gain our right If they resist we'll use our might There is no middle ground This fight must be one round To victory, for liberty Our class is marching on [Chorus] Workingmen, unite We must put up a fight To make us free from slavery And capitalistic tyranny This fight is not in vain We've got a world to gain Will you be a fool, a capitalist tool And serve your enemy Chorus]
14.
there shall come a time like thunder there shall dawn a red red day when the worker meets the master and the worker comes to say i have carried you for ages on my broad submissive back i have fought in all your battles with that buzzard on my back i have given blood and muscle to you temples and your thrones while your greedy eyes have glistened and at last you ask for bone i have built your giant cities i have dug your myriad mines i have made your mighty engines and your leagues of railroad lines i have toiled in sweat and sorrow while your priests have whispered wait and your politicians howled let us vote to change the state i have dressed in shabby garments i have eaten fearful stuff i have simply come to tell you that i think i've had enough enough of sham and flubdud from your slimy parliments and enough of hell and heaven from your cross bound innocents i have carried you for ages on my broad submissive back i have fought in all your battles with that buzzard on my back i have dressed in shabby garments i have eaten fearful stuff i have simply come to tell you that i think i've had enough

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Lives Stolen (6:10)- Sue Jeffers © 2020 (BMI)
All You Fascists (2:28) - Woody Guthrie © Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
Essentially Expendable (5:02)- Sue Jeffers © 2020 (BMI)
How Many Dead for the Dow (1:51)- Andy Cohen © 2020
October 27 (3:23)- Sue Jeffers © 2020 (BMI)
1913 Massacre (6:40)- Woody Guthrie © Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc.
Solidarity Forever (4:13)- Ralph Chaplin 1915 9th Ed. IWW Little Red Songbook
John D's Soliloquy (4:12)- Charles Scurlock 1910 3rd Ed. IWW Little Red Songbook
Hey Polly! (3:54)- Ralph Chaplin 1914 7th Ed. IWW Little Red Songbook
Song for the Wage Slave (3:59)- A. Worker 1909 1st Ed. IWW LIttle Red Songbook
Threats to Amerika (3:51) - Sue Jeffers © 2020 (BMI)
The Parasites (2:36) - John Nordquist 1916 9th Ed. IWW Little Red Songbook
Working Folks Unite (2:23)- E.S. Nelson 1909 1st Ed. IWW Little Red Songbook
The Last Word (3:45)- words G.G. Florine 1946 Feb. 16 Industrial Worker

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released May 1, 2021

Sue Jeffers - guitar, bass, mandolin, piano, vocals
Sav Buist - violin on Threats to Amerika
David Mayfield - mandolin on 1913 Massacre

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Sue Jeffers is a folksinger in the finest sense of
the word, in the tradition of Woody Guthrie and
all Woody’s musical offspring. Her career has
spanned more than thirty years.
Songs give power to movements. If you believe
in solidarity forever, Sue Jeffers’ Up With the
Masses will inspire you, embolden you, and
connect the struggles of the early 20th century
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