Rose DeShaw » Songs

PRISON FARM PROTESTERS BUY COWS!

Rose — Fri, 13 Aug 2010 14:05:02 +0000

Yesterday a woman came into the Credit Union where I work and told me she was drawing out enough money to buy back a cow which had been sold by our Federal Corrections when they made the monumentally stupid decision to close down the effective and efficient local prison farms.
I rushed right home and found a small pair of cow earring studs with a pin to honour her decision. They named her cow, ‘hope.’ Then I wrote this song, sent it to the local paper and put a copy on the Prison Farms blogsite (check righthand column). But I don’t know her name or how to get it to her so I hope she comes in. And I hope to sing the song with those who need it.

SONG FOR THE COWS

Tune: The Old Grey Mare

The old grey prison
system is out of date
Can’t seem to cogitate
How to rebilitate
Prison farms were helping
Inmates on thinking straight
So, BAM! they closed them down
Sold all the cows off too
Even the heifer’s knew
That closed minds never
Help lives begin again
Just put them in again
Building more prisons then
But those farms were helping
Lives to begin again
So BAM! they closed them down.

v2)
So let’s BUY the cows back
For the community
So that we all may see
Real humanity
The cows a symbol
Of our ability
To say to our government,
‘No!’
“No you can’t take away
All that was built today.”
You might close the farms
But we’re still together here
We’ve got the message clear
We won’t surrender dear
When government’s dumb
We’ll vote them right out of here
And sing till the cows come home!”

What Love REALLY Means!

Rose — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 18:49:40 +0000

Raised by two people extremely critical of everyone around us, I absorbed judging others with my mother’s milk. Then I hung around unkind, unloving, critical people and my goose sizzled. No love going on here.
Look at this shot of an uncritical person trying to look judgemental. This is what your face looks like when you’re mentally attacking others. To build up our own egos, we point out how awful so & so is. I know. I did it for years. But no more! I cut out of my life friends who gossiped behind other friend’s backs, rejoiced in their failures, judgments & criticisms falling from their lips on every hand.
Now I work hard at this business of loving totally unlovable individuals, calling on my higher power. I’ve managed to friend several impossibly angry women who would seem to be excellent targets for criticism. No judging them. Just me, learning to love.

You’ll never find Romantic Love till you learn to just plain love the unloveables around you. All the time. Maybe this isn’t your problem. Maybe you’ve never said a critical or unkind word in your life? I know some lovely people who I swear manage to do this all the time. They have lots of friends. When I hang around them, I’m not even tempted to go back to the old, hateful ways. And I listen to Gail Davies (link to the right) and other singers who remind you that ‘love’s the key,’ that will open that door.

SAVE OUR PRISON FARMS SONG 2 – LITTLE TINY BRAINS (TUNE: Do Your Ears Hang Low?)

Rose — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 10:18:39 +0000

Little tiny brains (waggle heads fetchingly back & forth)
In the federal government
They wobble to and fro
Where ‘ere they’re sent
When they sell our farms
They are showing their
LITTLE TINY BRAINS (Lightly cuff head unbelievingly)
2)
The Correctional Service
Says they’re saving dough
When they sell our famrs
But this ain’t so
The cost goes up
In society
due to TINY BRAINS!
(SING first verse again)
3) Stupid sat with dumb
And they both asked how
Can we show we’re doing something?
‘Hey! Let’s sell the cows.
At promotion time
They’ll remember us!”
LITTLE TINY BRAINS!
(REPEAT FIRST VERSE)

SAVE OUR PRISON FARMS SONG 1 (DEEP IN THE HEART OF KINGSTON) Tune: Deep In The Heart of Texas

Rose — Mon, 21 Jun 2010 10:10:43 +0000

1) They’re shutting down
Our prison farms
Deep in the heart of Kingston (clap-clap-clap)
Greedy idiots
Doing harm
Deep in the heart of Kingston (clap-clap-clap)
2) The heart of Kingston
Reaches out (clap-clap-clap)
To prison farms
around us (clap-clap-clap)
Keep all the cows
Yes, keep the lot
This is the word from Kingston! (clap-clap-clap)
*Make up your own verses – it’s easy!

3 STOOGES & BP OIL (Tune: White Sports Coat & Pink Carnation) – Pratfalls In The Oil Biz

Rose — Thu, 03 Jun 2010 10:06:44 +0000

(Tune: White Sports Coat & A Pink Carnation)
by Rose DeShaw
The Three
Stooges
and BP Oil
Trussed us all up
For their dance
The three
Stooges
Pratfall with BP
Eye gouge with
Right wing rants.
Once they told us
Long ago
They were going green
You know
Now they changed their mind
It seems
Not a money-making scheme
The Three
Stooges
Drilled a hole too deep there
And now they all say:
‘Oooops!’
2) The Three
Stooges
Fiddling with
Our ocean
They screwed it up
Noody checked
On their credentials
It’s too late now
They’ve had other toxic sites
In Alaska what a blight
Gulls and seals, lying dead
“It is not our fault,” they said
The Three Stooges
Understand the pratfall:
“For this blame SOMEONE ELSE!”
3) The 3
Stooges
Larry, Moe
and Curley,
Known here by
Different names
Haliburton, Transocean & BP
We know they’re
All the same
“Oh it’s not our fault,”
They cry.
“We were just there,
standing by,
When somebody drilled a hole,
Who it was we still don’t know -
The 3 Stooges
Larry, Moe and Curley
Give us their oil dance.

GAZA TZENA SONG

Rose — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 09:44:48 +0000

Gaza, Gaza, Gaza, Gaza
O your troubles are
Too big for me
Gaza, Gaza, Gaza, Gaza
So I’ll close my ears
And shut my eyes
Gaza, Gaza, dance instead
No bombs are falling
La, La, La I cannot hear
my fingers in my ear!

Gaza, Gaza, with my eyes shut
One, two, three, four,
No one dying anymore
Gaza, Gaza, won’t it mend
If I pretend?
Gaza, Gaza, Gaza!

Gaza, Gaza, Gaza, Gaza
Take away this blindness
From my eyes
Gaza, Gaza, Gaza, Gaza,
Help me clearly see
What is disguised

Gaza, Gaza, join with every nation
Let us sit with contemplation
Till at last no bombs are falling
Nothing more to fear

Gaza, Gaza, we are trying
One, two, three, four
Keep the children here from dying
Gaza, Gaza,
Our heart’s crying
Gaza, Gaza, Gaza!
(repeat verses)

GAZA THE ANCIENT PLACE

Rose — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 09:35:37 +0000

I wrote this song last April when grandmothers I knew were tryng to get to Gaza. There are several more.

Posted: 04/29/09 Author: Rose DeShaw
Tune: The Water Is Wide (Old English Folk)

1)The Gaza Strip
is in the news
The push is on,
to make us choose
We have to say,
we choose the young
From every place
this war goes on

2) And we choose peace,
diplomacy
Cease fire and talk
Till all agree
The truth we know
is larger than
The chill of hate
The wrongs of man

3) The Gaza Strip’s
An acient place
A marker for
The human race
Its name is in
Our holy books
A place on which
The whole world looks

4) No war is worth
A child’s death
We say with every
Tongue and breath
And here on Gaza
Where we stand
Let killing cease
Within this land

Song for Anti-Privatizing

Rose — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 15:03:04 +0000

Woke up yesterday to read about cutbacks for Daycare and seniors The folks they figure who won’t speak up. We’ve GOT to let them know they can’t do this stuff.Let’s keep the whole world from becoming just one vast corporation, eh? Or at least postpone it awhile.
Below is a song to a familiar tuen – the OTHER song from Singing In The Rain – Remember, ‘All I Do The Whole Night Through Is Dream Of You!? Debbie Reynolds and her troop of showgirls dressed up as 1920’s flappers doing the black bottom. If you don’t remember it – rent it and sing this:

Tune: All I Do The Whole Night Through
All they do the whole day through is privatize
Hospitals, schools, hydro too – privatize
Public trust, used to mean
We the people ran the scene
Now public’s gone private
All across this lannnnd
The boys who make the big bucks need
Always more dough
They say that privates, ’so naive’
and ‘wasteful, you know’
They’ll help us out, taking over
Anything to land in clover
All they need to do the deed
Is SILENCE from us!

FIXING THE VOTE – Beatle’s Tune: I’m Fixing A Hole

Rose — Thu, 14 Jan 2010 11:30:17 +0000

My friend the poet Kemeny Babineau wrote this:

Fixing the Vote

I’m fixing a hole where the votes get out
And stop majority from forming
So I prorogue
I’m filling the cracks from coast to coast
That kept majority from forming
So I prorogue

And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong
I’m right where I prorogue
I’m right where I prorogue
See the people standing there
who disagree and never win
and wonder why I close every door

I’m ending Canada’s parliament today
and my votes are wondering
Where I did go

And it really doesn’t matter if I’m wrong
I’m right where I prorogue
I’m right where I prorogue
Silly people run around
they bother me and even ask
why I’m closing parliament’s door

I’m taking my time for a number of things
that weren’t important yesterday
so I prorogue

I’m fixing a hole where the votes get out
and stop majority from forming
so I prorogue
so I prorogue
I’m fixing a hole where the votes get out
and stop majority from forming
so I prorogue
——————–

SWEET MICHELLE JEAN (Tune: Sweet Caroline)

Rose — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 15:29:22 +0000

Since Steve began
He’s had a goodby callin’
We can all see
He’s goin’ WRONG
Bad in the spring
Soldiers were dyin’
Who’d have believed you’d
Let him last so long?
Sweet Michelle Jean
We know that you could
Shut down this fool
We believed you always would
But now we
Look at this blight
They call the Tories
They fill us up
With crap, they do
And though we hurt
Hurtin’ runs off our soldiers
We need to know
We call on you
No, saying NO!
Reachin’ out
Whackin’ STEVE
Whackin’ THEM!
Sweet Michelle Jean
Good times still could come along
We’ve been inclined
That’s why this song
Sweet Michelle Jean