If I CanÕt Dance
ItÕs Not My Revolution
Anne Feeney:
Vocals and guitar throughout
Except as noted below, all
songs recorded in 2006 at Wilkin Audio
Produced by
Anne Feeney and Doug Wilkin
Engineer: Doug Wilkin
Mastering: Doug Wilkin
Graphic Design: Randy McSorley
Duplication: Discmakers
1. Emma Goldman (2:26)
Words and Music by Paul
Gailiunas and Helen Hill © (SOCAN)
Drums: John Schmidt, Bass: Jeff
Mangone, Electric Guitar: Jeff Leonhardt
Lead Guitar: Doug Wilkin,
Harmony Vocal: Bill Deasy
She told me that the state is my
enemy
The lady on the left saying
ÒProperty is theft.Ó
They ran her out of town
Just to keep her mouth shut
But J. Edgar Hoover couldnÕt
move her from my heart
Emma, Emma, Emma Goldman
Emma, Emma Hey!
I heard her screaming Ôbout the
Meaning of the black flag
She said ÒIf I canÕt dance Ð
itÕs not a revolution!Ó
A year in the slammer
CouldnÕt keep her mouth shut
And J. Edgar Hoover
Couldn Ôt move her from my heart
Emma, Emma, Emma Goldman
Emma, Emma Hey!
She told me that the state is my
enemy
The lady on the left saying
ÒProperty is theft.Ó
They ran her out of town
Just to keep her mouth shut
But J. Edgar Hoover couldnÕt
move her from my heart
Emma, Emma, Emma Goldman
Emma, Emma, Emma Goldman
Emma, Emma, Emma Goldman
2. Defenders of Marriage (2:07)
Words and Music by Roy Zimmerman
©
Bass: Mark Perna, Percussion:
Ken Burris, Keyboards: Laura Daniels
Every time you think
About same sex marriage
Do you get sick to your guts?
I mean, two people who want
To commit to a stable
Monogamous lifelong relationship
What are they? Nuts?
ItÕs unnatural!
A man must never lie with a
person
Who is a guy
A man must only lie to his wife
The Bible is clear
WeÕre defenders of marriage,
In three button suits
WeÕll raise our double standard
And see who salutes
Defenders of marriage,
Defending the institution
From people who want to get
married
Now every time we think
About same sex parents
ÒOh, my gosh!Ó we exclaim
I mean, two people who want to
provide
A protective and nurturing
Family environment
Have they no shame? ItÕs so
deviant!
ÒItÕs the LordÕs holy wordÓ Ð
As my second wife said to my
third
That a familyÕs based on
Obligation and fear
WeÕre defenders of marriage Ð
Connubial narcs
Ever vigilant patriotic
patriarchs
Defenders of marriage,
Defending the institution
From people who want to get
married
So, what do you think?
Are people born gay?
Or do they turn gay
To annoy Dick Cheney and Dick
Armey?
WeÕre an army of Dicks
With a militant stance
Getting the government off our
backs
And into our pants
Defenders of marriage,
Defending the institution
From people who want to get
married
Have their insurance carried
Be beneficiaried
And be with the ones they love
When they are buried!
3. My Feet Are Tired (4:02)
Words and Music by Bernard
Gilbert & Jon Fromer ©
Percussion: Ken Burris, Bass:
Mark Perna, Keyboard: Nelson Harrison
My feet are tired, my feet are
tired
My feet are tired, but my soul
is rested
1955 thatÕs a lifetime ago
Remember ÒI like IkeÓ -
Remember Jim Crow?
On a bus in Montgomery -
A southern town
That black woman started
something
When she sat down
Thousands walked to work
In the morning light
Thousands walked home
Through the rain at night
Every day for a week,
Every week for a month
It took more than a year
Before it was done!
If you had been there
You could have heard people say
ÒI always hoped my kids
Would see a better day,Ó
Lately I must say IÕve changed
my mind
I want to see freedom in my
time!
4. Dr. Jazz* (2:57)
Words: Walter Melrose, Music:
Joe ÒKingÓ Oliver © 1927 Melrose Music
Drums: George Federonko, Bass:
Scott Young, Guitar & vocal:
D.C. Fitzgerald, Violin: Sue Cunningham and Bob Banerjee
Hello Central? Give me Dr. Jazz
HeÕs got just what I need, I
know he has
When the world is wrong
And IÕm in the blue
HeÕs the guy that makes me
Try on my dancing shoes
The more I get, the more I want
it seems
I feature Dr. Jazz in all my
dreams
When IÕm trouble bound and mixed
HeÕs the guy who gets me fixed
Hello Central! Give me Dr. Jazz
5. Amelia EarhartÕs Last Ride*
(4:21)
Words and Music by Red River
Dave McEnery © 1030 Stasny Music
Drums: George Fedoronko, Bass:
Scott Young, Guitars: Bryan Rubican
Pedal Steel: Bob Crafton,
Violin: Bob Banerjee, Mandolin: Larry Zierath
Harmony vocal: Jan Boyd
Like a ship out on the ocean,
just a speck against the sky
Amelia Earhart flying that sad
day
With her partner Captain Noonan
on the second of July
Her plane fell in the ocean far
away
And itÕs a beautiful beautiful
field
Far away in a land that is fair
Happy landings to you Amelia
Earhart
Farewell, first lady of the air
She radioed position
And reported all was well
Although the fuel
Within her tanks was low
SheÕd stop on Howland Island
To refuel her monoplane
Then on her trip
Around the world sheÕd go
Half an hour later, an SOS was
heard
The signal weak,
But still her voice was brave
In shark infested waters
Her plane went down that night
In the blue Pacific to a watery
grave
Now you have heard the story
Of this awful tragedy
We prayed that she might fly
Home safe again
In years to come though others
Blaze a trail across the skies
WeÕll not forget Amelia and her
plane.
6. Shell Game** (2:25)
Words and music Anne Feeney ©
1990 (BMI)
Drums: Michael Organ, Bass: Gary
Tallent, Guitars: Danny Torroll, Guitar: Tony Bowles, Recorder: Jim Hoke,
Soprano Sax: Bryan Cumming, War Drum: Jack Irwin Ð Woodwinds arranged by Jim
Hoke, Mixed by Jack Irwin and Tim Coats
Was it a shell game, from the
masters of the cloak and dagger?
When you saw naked aggression
did you forget about recession?
When you watched him kick some
ass did you forget the underclass?
Who could spare a moment for the
homeless or the poor?
Who cares about the deficit, we
won a glorious war
Or was it a shell game, from the
masters of the cloak and dagger?
If you thought of education did
you lose your concentration?
If you thought of unemployment,
did it spoil the gameÕs enjoyment?
As the burning oil wells lit the
sky we hailed the New World Order
DonÕt think of all those Kurdish
children starved along the border Ð
Caught in the shell gameÉ from
the masters of the cloak and dagger
Must we all avert our eyes and
walk in lockstep with this man?
What about the 100,000 that lie
buried in the sand?
Let Whitney sing the song out,
yellow ribbons sea-to-sea
How could Iraq make reparations?
Will there be future confrontations?
Have we brought peace to all
these nations? Or just restored some monarchy?
7. Let Their Heads Roll (5:15)
Words and Music Jack Erdie -- ©
2004
Drums: John Schmidt; Bass: Jeff
Mangone; Electric Guitar, Jeff Leonhardt;
Harmony Vocal: Jack Erdie
IÕll let ya in on a secret
That every scoundrel knows
Whether heÕs perched on a pulpit
or
Wrapped in a flag that glows
There ainÕt no savior
To break bad behavior
No great judgment day in the sky
IÕve got the answer to corporate
cancer
All truth-dodginÕ dancers
In high places without a soul.
ÔCause I took a poll
Let their heads roll.
Let their heads roll.
Down the long scroll
Of all that they stole
Thousands have died
In the scapegoat chair
fried
For the pride of the crooks in
control
Let their heads roll.
Let their heads roll.
While you were working the
schemers
Were jerking your fences down
ItÕs open season on dreamers
TheyÕre posting the signs year
round
LetÕs get together
And chew through the tether
That ties us to their savage
rules.
WeÕve got the visions.
WeÕll make the decisions.
And conquer collisions with
fools
Trade their abacus beads
For sunflower seeds
Let their heads roll. Let their heads roll.
Into a hole darker than coal
You get your head
Above waters of red
They nail lead to
Your threadbare shoe soles
Let their heads roll.
Let their heads roll.
Alla the guards in the
watchtowers
Are now on the Judas clock
All ships with angel wing prows
Slipping mercenaries to dock
Meanwhile your children
Are shielding the buildings
That shelter their very own doom
Dad of the bride
DonÕt assist suicide
Save your daughter
From this brutal groom
With her birthright in hock
And her mouth full of sock
Let their heads roll. Let their heads roll.
Let their heads roll. Let their heads roll.
DonÕt look so droll. Use Ôem to
bowl.
Why waste your time
WavinÕ street corner signs
If youÕre just gonna do what
youÕre told?
Let their heads roll. Let their heads roll.
This is for swindled indigenous
folks
Treatied off their lands
This is for innocent blacks
slammed
In cells by the crewcut klan
For those who question
The sneering suggestion
That weÕre some superior tribe
Every hemp smoker
In jail for some joker
WhoÕs drunk at the country club
Bragging Ôbout maximum time
ÔCause heÕs so tough on crime.
And this is for all teenage
girls who
Met alley abortion deaths
This is for all small town boys
Crucified for their choice of
sex
This is for project
And trailer park kids
Who sought hope
In the service and died
And for all union martyrs
Who bled for the charters
That brought us the rights
That the rich fought so hard to
deny
And because they still try.
Let their heads roll. Let their heads roll
Down the long scroll
Of all that they stole.
For whatÕs theirs to protect
Let them risk their own necks
Want a war? Send the rich and their old.
Let their heads roll! Let their heads roll!
8. Too Much Monkey Business*
(2:14)
Words and Music Chuck Berry ©
Isalee Music Publishing Company (BMI)
AddÕl lyrics: Anne Feeney and
Don Bell
Drums: George Fedoronko, Bass:
Scott Young, Guitar: Bryan Rubican,
Piano: Faye Kaufman, Harmonica
& supporting vocal: Lucy van Sickle
Hardworking at the mill since
1969
Shut it down - left town -
Now itÕs the unemployment line
Slinging greasy burgers
kitchenÕs
Ninety nine degrees
Scrub the floor! Watch that
door!
May I take your order please?
Yonder come a salesman
Thinks heÕs got me on the ropes
He says the secret to
enlightenment
Is vitamins and soaps
Well I got my education
Had to borrow thirty grand
Now no one wants my resume,
Supply exceeds demand
Got a little sweetie
Thinks I ought to change my name
Dirty clothes, dirty house,
Screaming kids Ð
Sleazy politician comes
A-trying to get my vote
Fancy shoes, phony smile,
Trying not to rock the boat
Down in Nicaragua with the CIA
Secret guns, secret drugs,
Secret war, secret pay
9. Me CasŽ con un Heroe** (3:55)
Words and music Anne Feeney ©
(BMI)
Drums: Larry Atamanuik, Bass:
Roy Huskey, Jr, Requinto: Rafael Vasquez, Percussion: Brian Hill, Additional
Percussion: Jack Irwin, Supporting Vocal: Karen Taylor-Good Ð many thanks to
Amy de Kanter, Michele Feingold, Victor Ruiz de Valle, Miguel Sague, Rudy
Arredondo, Ricardo Levins Morales and especially Aileen Vance for help with this Spanish translation
of ÒI Married a Hero.Ó
Me casŽ con un heroe,
Hoy sola tengo que estar
Luchaba por la just’cia,
Al poder quer’a desafiar
La causa es noble, pero lo van a
matar
Y el dolor no se alivia
En nuestro triste hogar
Me casŽ con un hŽroe,
Estoy viviendo sola
Le llaman rebelde Ð
Nadie sabe donde est‡
La œltima vez que lo v’,
Le di mis pocas pesetas
Y me dej— otra bebita
Quien nunca conocer‡
Me casŽ con un heroe Ð
Sola voy a vivir
Y tras alambre de puas mi amor
Va a sufrir
Dicen que recibe mis cartas Ð
No tengo mucho que escribir
Y en esta cama tan vac’a es
dif’cil dormir
La injust’cia maldigo que nos
separ—
ÀComet’ un delito darle mi
coraz—n?
ÀSer‡n heroes y viudas
Mis hijos tambiŽn?
Cambiar’a lugares con Žl,
Àpero conmigo quiŽn?
Me casŽ con un heroe,
Hoy sola tengo que estar
En dos empleos he trabajado
Para nuestros hijos cuidar
Temo que el mismo destino
Para ellos tambiŽn espera
En un infierno vivirŽ
Cuando Žl descansar‡ en paz.
10. WhoÕs the Criminal? (3:35)
Words and Music by Ted Warmbrand
Bass: Jeff Mangone, Guitar: Jeff
Leonhardt and Doug Wilkin, Clarinet: Janis Coppola, Percussion: Ken Burris,
Accordion: Gerry Borish, Harmony Vocals: Charlie Bernhardt, Doug Wilkin, Jack
Erdie, Kathy McIntyre-Seltman, Maddie Seltman, Polly Halfkenny, Kathy Merletti
Tell me who, tell me who,
WhoÕs the criminal here?
Tell me who, tell me who,
WhoÕs the criminal here?
If you have to leave your land
But you meet your match
On the burning sand
And someone lends a helping hand
WhoÕs the criminal here?
Borderman canÕt let you through
WhatÕs a poor man gonna do?
BusinessmanÕs got work for you
WhoÕs the criminal here?
Framing laws or aiming guns
Keeps you down and on the run
How will you feed your little
ones?
WhoÕs the criminal here?
Your skin may be red or brown
Or black and blue
On white manÕs ground
When your head is pierced
With a thorny crown
WhoÕs the criminal here?
I know how fear can leave you
blind
To the hopeful heart and the
open mind
But to make a crime out of being
kind
WhoÕs the criminal here?
You can shut your eyes and turn
away
Shut your mouth, nothing to say
But if someone dies in our
desert today
WhoÕs the criminal here?
ÀDime quiŽn, dime quien Ð quiŽn
es el criminal?
ÀDime quiŽn, dime quiŽn Ð quiŽn
es el criminal?
11. Sheik of Araby/Blues My
Naughty Sweetie Gives to Me* (3:52)
Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives
to Me Ð Words and Music by Charles McCarron, Carey Morgan and Arthur Swanstron
© 1919; Sheik of Araby Ð Words and Music by T. Snyder, F. Wheeler, H. Smith ©
Miles Music
Drums: George Federonko; Bass:
Scott Young; Violin: Bob Banerjee; Guitar and Vocal: DC Fitzgerald
There are blues that you get
from lonely,
There are blues that you get from pain.
There are blues when youÕre
lonely for your one and only
Those blues thatÕs so hard to
explain
There are blues that you get
from waiting,
But the meanest, meanest blues
that be,
Are the only blues thatÕs on my
mind, the blues that are the meanest kind,
ThatÕs the blues my naughty
sweetie gave to me.
There are blues you get from
wimmin when you see Ôem goinÕ swimminÕ
And you havenÕt got a bathing
suit yourself.
There are blues that start to
flicker when you want a shot of liquor
And someone comes and drinks it
off the shelf.
There are blues you get
a-waitinÕ on the dock, wondering if your little boat is gonna rock,
And thereÕs blues you keep
a-gettinÕ
In a taxicab a-pettinÕ
Every time you hear
The meter jump the clock.
There are blues you get from
tryinÕ
When you save a guy from dyinÕ
And he afterwards forgets you in
his will.
But the blues much worse than
this is when youÕre walkinÕ with the missus
And another woman shouts, ÒHi
Bill!Ó
But the blues that make me hot
and cold
And make me want to shiver
The blues that make me want to
End it all in the river,
Are the blues my naughty sweetie
Gave to me.
IÕm the Sheik of Araby,
Your love belongs to me
At night when youÕre asleep Ð
Into your tent I will creep
The stars that shine above
Will light our way to love
YouÕll rule this land with me Ð
IÕm the Sheik of Araby.
12. Days of the Theocracy (2:45)
Words and Music by Kristin
Lems ©1980, 2006 Kleine Ding Music
(BMI)
Drums: John Schmidt, Percussion:
Ken Burris, Bass: Mark Perna, Keyboard: Laura Daniels, Clarinet: Janis Coppola
First they ban abortion
Birth control is next
Then comes sex when
YouÕre not married
Finally out goes sex
Put the prayers back in the
schools
Install paroch-i-aid
Allow for corporal punishment
And then youÕve got it made
WeÕre going back, back to the
good old days
When men were really men
And women knew their place
WeÕre going back, back a couple
of centuries
And welcome back the days of the
theocracy
The next to go is day care
ItÕs all a commie plot
What could be more fulfilling
Than a child, wanted or not
A womanÕs work is housework,
God wanted it that way
A salary degrades us
ÔCause we shouldnÕt work for pay
The family is so holy
There must be no divorce
And if a wife is not content she
must adjust, of course
And if heÕs forced to beat her
ItÕs all for her own good
She must know what her limits
are
As every woman should
They teach us womenÕs lot is
ÒLove, honor and obey,Ó
And though their crusty notions
seem like jokes to us today
TheyÕre sitting in our capitals
TheyÕre voting on our lives
If we donÕt stop them now
Our freedom will not long
survive
No going back back to those
lousy days
When men were really owners
And women were their slaves
LetÕs move ahead, ahead
For future centuries
And build a world thatÕs based
on true democracy
And build a world thatÕs based
on true equality
Ahhhhhhh-Person!
13. Your Mind Is on Vacation*
(2:18)
Words and Music Mose Allison ©
1962 Audre Mae Music (BMI)
Drums: George Fedoronko, Bass:
Scott Young, Keyboards: Jay Kasper
YouÕre standing yakkinÕ right in
my face
I hate to have to put you in
your place
If silence was golden, you couldnÕt
raise a dime
Your mind is on vacation and
your mouth is working overtime
YouÕre quoting figures and
naming names
Telling stories about the dames
Always laughing when things
ainÕt funny
Trying to act like youÕre big
money
But if nonsense were illegal
YouÕd live a life of crime
Your mind is on vacation and
your mouth is working overtime
Life is short, talk is cheap
DonÕt make promises that you
canÕt keep
If you donÕt like this song,
Just grin and bear it
All I can say is ÒIf the shoe
fits, wear itÓ
And if you must keep talking
WonÕt you make it rhyme?
Your mind is on vacation
And your mouth is working
overtime
14. The Dutchman* (4:15)
Words and Music by Michael Smith
© (ASCAP) Duchess Music (BMI)
Drums: George Fedoronko, Bass:
Larry Miller, Guitars: Bryan Rubican,
Supporting vocal: Jan Boyd
The DutchmanÕs not the kind of
man to keep his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in Ð But
thatÕs a secret only Margaret knows
When Amsterdam is golden in the
summer Margaret brings him breakfast
She believes him Ð He thinks the
tulips bloom beneath the snow
HeÕs mad as he can be, but
Margaret only sees that sometimes
Sometimes she sees her unborn
children in his eyes
Let us go to the banks of the
ocean
Where the walls rise above the
Zuiderzee
Long ago I used to be a young
man
And dear Margaret remembers that
for me.
The Dutchman still wears wooden
shoes
His cap and coat are patched
with love
That Margaret sewed in
Sometimes he thinks heÕs still
in Rotterdam
He watches tugboats down canals
And calls out to them when he
thinks he knows the Captain
ÔTil Margaret comes to take him
home again
Through unforgiving streets
That trip him though she holds
his arm
Sometimes he thinks that heÕs
alone and calls her name
The windmills whirl the winter
in
She winds his muffler tighter,
They sit in the kitchen
Some tea with whiskey keeps away
the dew
He sees her for a moment, calls
her name
She makes the bed up humming
some old love song
She learned it when the tune was
very new
He hums a line or two, they hum
together in the night
The Dutchman falls asleep and
Margaret blows the candle out.
15. Phil the FluterÕs Jam (2:36)
++
Words and Music by Percy French
Drums: George Fedoronko, Bass:
Larry Miller, Uillean pipes: Bruce Foley, Banjo: Don Shean, Scratches: DJ Huggy
with special thanks to Ernie Sklavos aka Nes
Have you heard of Phil the
Fluter
From the town of Ballymuck?
The times were going hard for
him Ð
In fact, the man was broke
So he sent an invitation
To his neighbors one and all
As to how heÕd like their company
One evening at a ball
And when writing he was careful
To suggest to them that
If they found a hat of his
Convenient to the door
The more they put in
Whenever he requested them
The better would be the music
For a-batterinÕ the floor
With a toot of the flute,
A twiddle of the fiddle
With a hoppin in the middle
Like a herring on the griddle
Up, down, hands around Ð
Crossing to the wall
Oh hadnÕt we the gaiety
At Phil the FluterÕs ball!
There was Mr Richard Dougherty
Who kept the running dog
There was little crooked Paddy
From the Tiraloughett bog
There was boys from every
Barony,
And girls from evÕry ÒartÓ
And the beautiful Miss Bradys,
In a private ass anÕ cart,
And along with them came
Bouncing Widow Cafferty,
Little Micky Mulligan was also
to the fore,
Rose, Suzanne, and Margaret
OÕRafferty,
The flower of Ardmagullion,
And the pride of Pethravore.
First, little Micky Mulligan
Got up to show them how,
And then the WiddaÕ Cafferty
Steps out and makes her bow,
I could dance you off your legs,
sez she,
As sure as you are born,
If yeÕll only make the piper
play,
ÒThe hare was in the corn.Ó
So Phil plays up to the best of
his ability,
The lady and the gentleman
Begin to do their share;
Faith, then Mick itÕs you that
has agility,
Begorra Mrs. Cafferty,
Yer leppinÕ like a hare!
Then Phil the Fluther tipped a
wink
To little Crooked Pat,
ÒI think itÕs nearly time,ÕÕ sez
he,
ÒFor passinÕ round the hat.ÕÕ
So Paddy passÕd the caubeen
round,
And looking mighty cute.
Sez, ÒYeÕve got to pay the piper
When he toothers on the flute.ÕÕ
Then all joined in wid
The greatest joviality,
Covering the buckle,
And the shuffle, and the cut;
Jigs were danced,
Of the very finest quality,
But the WiddaÕ bet the company
at
ÒHandling the fut.Ó
16. Lullaby (3:53)
Words and Music Suzanne Buirgy ©
Guitar: Jeff Leonhardt, Cello:
Joe Bishkoff, Violin: Bob Banerjee
You would have been 10 years old
You would have been going to
school
You would have been living your
life with me Ð with me
YouÕd probably be tall for your
age
With a head full of curls
And eyes like the deep blue sea
ItÕs not an easy thing,
ItÕs taken me all this time
To know that what I did was
right
In my mind I hold your hand
I know you understand
As I sing you this lullaby
tonight
You would have been born in June
And the man in the moon
Would have smiled upon your bed
I would have loved you so hard
I would have kept you so safe
At least thatÕs the story in my
head
ItÕs amazing what time can do,
IÕm lying to me and you
Baby, the truthÕs nowhere in
sight
The truth is that I was young
Not ready to mother someone
Or to sing you this lullaby
tonight
I was as wild as a weed Ð
Drunk on love, high on speed
We all must lie in the beds we
make
But I couldnÕt let you suffer
For my mistake
You would have been 10 years old
You would have been going to
school
You would have been living your
life
With me Ð with me
YouÕd probably be tall for your
age
With a head full of curls
And eyes like the deep blue sea
Some people would say I sinned
Some people would call me names
But if I had it all to do over,
IÕd do the same thing again
This is just between me and you
And what I want to do
Is to sing you this lullaby
tonight
* recorded by Don Bell, 1987,
Pittsburgh, PA
++ music recorded by Don Bell,
1987, Pittsburgh, PA; vocal recorded by Doug Wilkin & scratches recorded by
DJ Huggy with thanks to Ernie Sklavos aka Nes, 2006, Pittsburgh, PA.
**recorded by Tim Coats 1991,
Nashville, TN
This recording was made
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Trump, (Pittsburgh, PA); Jim
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(Seattle, WA); Craig Johnson (Closter, NJ); Mike and Judi Space (Space
Mountain, PA); Gordy Flett, Jim Gorman and Joey Hartman, John Ames, Pacific
Northwest Labor History Association (Vancouver, BC); Ginger & Fabe (Austin,
TX); Belden Fields and Jane Mohraz (Urbana, IL); Nina and Dan Fendel (Oakland,
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