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@@@@@All through his childhood his father would be cursing at his mother while the company band — violin, guitar and piano — would be whining out a square dance or polka
To a kid from a mining town, getting drunk in a flatcar on Saturday night is still funThe horizon extends for a million miles over the silver cornfields
In the hobo jungle, in the marshes outside town near the railroad tracks, a few shanties sprawl in the weedsThe roofs are made of rusted sheets of corrugated iron, and the grass inside grows through the plankingMost of the men sleep on the ground outside, and wash in the brown sluggish river that sloughs through the flat railroad bogsTime lolls away in the sun; the flies are golden-green against the gray and orange litter of the garbage dumpThere are a few women in the camp, and at night Red and a few of the other men stay with themIn the daytime, it’s wandering through town, sifting the garbage cans, and trying for handoutsBut most of all it’s sitting in the shade watching the trains labor past, just talking
I got it from Joe they’re gonna be kicking us outa here soon
They’s gonna be a revolution, men, I tell ya what we got to do is make a march on Washington
Hoover’ll run ya outWhat are ya doin’, kidding yourself, Mac?
I can see us marchin’I Love a Parade, the Beat of a Drum’
Listen, boys, I watched it myself right from the beginning, it’s the fuggin Jews, it’s the fuggin International Jews
Mac, ya don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, what we want is revolutionary action, we’re being exploitedYou got to wait for the dictatorship of the proletariat
What are you, a Communist? Listen, I owned my own business, I was a big man in my town, I had money in the bank, I was all set to go but there was a conspiracy
It’s the big boys, they’re scared of us, ‘I’ll Be Glad When You’re Dead, You Rascal, You,’ what do ya think those songs don’ mean anything? That’s the only line anybody remembers
Red sits there drowsing(They’re full of crapThe thing to do is to keep moving, and keep your mouth shut
You think I’m a Communist; listen, I’m a student of human nature, I’m self-educatedAmerican aspirations, that’s what those songs are, opium for the masses, catch phrases to fool a