Wage Love

by Fred Gillen Jr

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1.
I'm walking down that freedom highway I'm walking down that freedom highway I'm walking down that freedom highway taking my time, taking my time if you run they get suspicious if you run they shoot you down you've got to walk, your head held high when you're freedom bound I'm walking down that freedom highway I'm walking down that freedom highway I'm walking down that freedom highway taking my time, taking my time if you fight then they will beat you if you fight then you will die you've got to stand and speak the truth if you're freedom bound I'm walking down that freedom highway I'm walking down that freedom highway I'm walking down that freedom highway taking my time, taking my time if you complain, no one will listen if you complain no one will care you've got to work, and do what's right if you're freedom bound I'm walking down that freedom highway I'm walking down that freedom highway I'm walking down that freedom highway taking my time, taking my time
2.
Election Day 03:50
As the truth hides in darkened doorways politicians take the stage and the people desperately believe in the champion of their choosing the rain falls down, a flood ensues pneumonia finds the hiding truth no hospital will treat her so silently she dies look beyond the lighted stage deep into your secret rage don't believe the pretty words of men who come to fool you they will fool you legends born of circumstance nothing to lose, you take a chance the truth may die in oblivion but her story will be told in whispered tones in secret rooms the people shine a light on doom movements spring from desperation shared in darkened basements look beyond the lighted stage deep into your secret rage don't believe the pretty words of men who come to fool you they will fool you waking on election day, ready to do my part head full of misinformation but hope in my heart walking with my neighbors down to the middle school but as we line up to pull the lever, money changes hands forever deals are made and empires built and we are none the wiser as the truth puts up her final fight someone grasps at what is right and finds the words to help the truth to finally overcome look beyond the lighted stage deep into your secret rage don't believe the pretty words of men who come to fool you they will fool you
3.
Joe Hill stood on an empty box in the squares and on the docks trying to organize the men 'cause you've got power if you've got friends Joe Hill, Joe Hill your ghost is in us all Joe Hill, Joe Hill in every worker standing tall The salvation Army band showed up with trumpets and tubes to shut Joe up to drown him out they played real loud and when they were done they dispersed the crowd Joe Hill, Joe Hill your ghost is in us all Joe Hill, Joe Hill in every worker standing tall Joe was discouraged but he wouldn't quit he had an idea and he worked on it he wrote and he wrote and he learned to sing songs of his struggle to the square he'd bring to the tunes of the salvation army band simply so the people could understand he sang the words of organization and they were repeated all over the nation augmented by trumpets and tubas they rang the message grew stronger as the people sang the workers organized and fought and the country was changed forever Joe Hill, Joe Hill your ghost is in us all Joe Hill, Joe Hill in every worker standing tall
4.
Fall Down 03:25
Malcolm said the chickens would come to roost and now there's proof the farce election hit home with the dust in New York City they heard the echoes ringing in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan but they're accustomed to the din whereas we've lived in sin we all fall down we always hit the ground some hit running some just hit but we all fall down I grabbed my gun and hit the street 'cause there's no glamour in retreat false honor calls the sleeping as prayer calls the righteous the bombs arrived before the ink had dried on any paper paving the way for endless war a one-way road we all fall down we always hit the ground some hit running some just hit but we all fall down how far will we go before admitting our mistakes? when the ashes of our brothers make it hard to see our wake the road we've paved leads us away from fixing what we've broken and now that path's not safe because of the beast that we've awoken
5.
Cost Of War 03:03
the cost of war can't be figured in dollars the cost of war can't be fathomed with sense the cost of war cannot be paid forward for every generation it leaves only debt the cost of war you can find it in wards of VA hospitals trying to get home the cost of war is counted in families mothers and fathers who will never come home the cost of war isn't honor or duty these things thrive in the people who fight the cost of war isn't in the proving of what is fair or what is right the cost of war is starving in doorways at the edges of cities strewn with rubble and blood the cost of war if it could be counted would make us stop fighting and surrender our guns the cost of war the cost of war the cost of war what are we fighting for? the cost of war what are we fighting for?
6.
The American dreamer finally slips into deep sleep his rapid eye movie over this land ominously silent black ribbons rippling cobblestones shining like crooked teeth through the gaps the last gasp of gasoline unnoticed in the night all is quiet on the western hemisphere The End a gentle fade to black
7.
They decorated me ceremoniously, the governor was there and 3 generals too I got my medals, I was on TV, but now what am I supposed to do? ‘cause there is no job for a killing machine back here in civilization the army said they’d train me and give me a skill, then they gave me a gun and sent me to kill and now I’m home, but there is no home for a newly retired killing machine and nobody wants to hear my story now the war is over and they want to forget but how can I forget the people I killed and the friends I’ve lost? So I walked into my bar unceremoniously, I was a regular here not so long ago But now to some I’m a bit of a celebrity and to the rest I’m just a jar-head, a G.I. Joe I buy a couple rounds but it ain’t the same, I’ll never again be one of the guys So I sit at home and watch TV and try to forget what I know I can’t There’s no escape, and no reprieve For a newly unemployed killing machine and nobody wants to hear my story now the war is over and they want to forget but how can I forget the people I killed and the friends I’ve lost? They arrested me ceremoniously, they read me my rights like a reading at a mass I’ll get 3 square meals and an orange jumpsuit, but at least I will no longer be out on my ass I’ll make dog-tags and license plates- the irony, I’ll take orders again like I did before They say I can take classes and learn a trade, I’ll lift weights and drink cool aid But there’s no honor to be had in this place For a newly incarcerated killing machine and nobody wants to hear my story now the war is over and they want to forget but how can I forget the people I killed and the friends I’ve lost? Killing machine I guess I’ll always be a killing machine I don’t want to be a killing machine
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When he was in school they told him he could be anything even the President of these United States one day he realized this was a lie he never got over it or other lies they told him confusion blinded him empty words were ringing so he ran fast and straight to nowhere occupy your own mind take it back, take it back don't believe the lies no matter who told them when she was a girl they told her certain things she couldn't be she dreamed about biology but believed what she was told at 65, retired being a grandma was the one thing she could have and hold occupy your own mind take it back, take it back don't believe the lies no matter who told them we lie to our children we pretend and we amend then we wonder why they struggle we wonder why they doubt so many deceptions we could do without if we just had the courage to be real
10.
The declaration of independence said God created us equal in his eyes with certain basic rights that can't be compromised that you get for being human and therefore equal in his eyes We the people equal in God's eyes we the people equal in God's eyes our constitution also starts with the word we it lists no exceptions it includes everybody if anyone is missing there is space to write them in we the people equal in God's eyes we the people equal in God's eyes we the people, beautiful and strong we can't change the past but we are the future if we try we the people equal in God's eyes People are hope machines Woody Guthrie wrote that the money changers still own the world but here we are gathered in this place singing songs of hope and peace in voices torn by grief who really runs things here if you really think about it? we the people equal in God's eyes we the people equal in God's eyes we the people, beautiful and strong we can't change the past but we are the future if we try we the people equal in God's eyes
11.
I dreamed I saw Pete Seeger he was standing on a hill singing to the moon and clouds the world was cool and still there was not a soul around to hear his freedom song no one to carry on the tune after Pete was gone old Peter didn't shed a tear did not complain or cry he slowly walked down that high hill and turned his face from the sky he found some folks who'd listen in the classrooms and the streets he sang his song for anyone and everyone he'd meet soon his song was everywhere in the air like oxygen when Peter climbed up that high hill it rang and called him down when Peter climbed up that high hill it rang and called him down
12.
We're gathered here tonight G 
 to do a sacred thing D
 sing sing sing, sing sing sing C G Am, C G Am
 sing sing sing, sing C G Am, G It says in the Bible somewhere G D 
that singing is praying times two C G
 and whenever angels show up G D
 it always seems that's what they do C G We're gathered here tonight 
to do a sacred thing 
sing sing sing, sing sing sing millions of pilgrims every day
 visit Mecca and I've heard it said
 when you hear their song 
millions singing all at once 
it's a sound you'll never forget We're gathered here tonight
 to do a sacred thing
 sing sing sing, sing sing sing the Navajo and Cherokee
 Lakota and Cheyenne
 Shawnee, Pawnee, Crow and Cree
 all have one common thread
 beside the one Great Spirit and the one Mother Earth
 they all raise their voices for all that they are worth We're gathered here tonight 
to do a sacred thing 
sing sing sing, sing sing sing

about

The call went out across the underground. Occupy! I fittingly found myself occupying not Wall Street but a small city called Findlay, Ohio, a big hurricane called Sandy, my local military base, and a street corner in Beacon, New York. Along the way I got re-aquainted with America, warts and all. I fell back in love with my country and got angry again. It inspired me to pick up this record and finally finish it. Whatever else you do, keep waging love wherever you can! It works!

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released January 27, 2015

All songs were written by Fred Gillen Jr. ©2015 Fuel For The Revolution (BMI)

Produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered by Fred Gillen Jr at Woody's House, Croton -on- Hudson, NY.

Musicians:
Fred Gillen Jr. sang and played acoustic and electric guitars, bass guitar, glockenspiel, drums, beat box, washboard, djembe, and tamborine

Laura Bowman sang on tracks 1,2, 5, 10, 11

Paul J Magliari played drums on tracks 1,2, and 10

Matt Turk played mandolin on tracks 2 and 3 and sang on tracks 1, 3, and 5

All photos except the "People Over Profit" one were taken by Tom Kristich, Croton -on- Hudson, NY

Cover design was done by Jeffry Braun, SuperMozo Studio, who also named the album

Dedicated to my Mom, who taught me how to love unconditionally and who always supported my music, whether she agreed with it or not, and whether or not she thought it was any good.

With gratitude to Peg, my sisters, Pete Seeger, Koji Mabuchi, Hot Rod Pacer, Tribes Hill, the kids who do the bake sales at the Peekskill Middle School when I go there to vote, and most of all YOU for listening to these songs.

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NYFA grant recipient Fred Gillen Jr has released 9 full-length albums, and 5 ep’s, has toured all over the U.S. and Europe solo, and Nepal and India with Greenheart. His songs have been on ABC's "All My Children," NPR's "Car Talk," CMJ, and his version of Woody Guthrie's "I Ain't Got No Home" was featured on "Pete Remembers Woody," a collection of Pete Seeger's spoken stories about Woody Guthrie. ... more

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