God willin’ and the creek don’t rise, Fish and I are going to Restore the 4th’s Rally Against Mass Surveillance this coming weekend, and the carpool we scored is a vanpool from Conway NH — which somehow made me think of the VW microbus pools that took my friends to protest at Seabrook when I was in high school.

I didn’t go to protest then (awwww mom…), but I was support troops, ferrying vegetarian food when NH Gov. Meldrim Thompson threw folks into detention in National Guard Armories and fed them nothing but McDonald’s food which at the time had nothing that wasn’t cooked in lard.  One of the National Guard or State Police officers when we showed up with a huge catering pot of veggie chili, stripped his unwashed extremely hairy sweaty arm up to the armpit, and smiling, swished it around in the pot before he let us in to feed people.

“Gotta be sure you kids are smuggling any drugs or, you know, hippie shit in there.” he told us.  He shook his arm off in the general direction of the detainees, who didn’t have any facilities to bathe.

We were grossed out.  People ate it anyway.

I am hoping we don’t end up with any adventures this weekend.  Nasty uncomfortable things, make you late for dinner.

However, I mentioned to our van-host that it made me inclined to filk a version of “Acres of Clams” for the trip down — and here it is.

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Acres of Spam

dedicated to Alexander and his Bully Boys (just the bad ‘uns)

I live half my life on the network
And lots of the stuff is for free
But freedom is more than a price tag
It’s the spooks that must go and not me!
It’s the spooks that must go and not me, my boys!
The spooks that must go and not me…
My freedom is more than a price tag the…
Spooks that must go and not me.

America’s slumbered for decades
It’s time we were standing our ground
We’re heading for liberty’s cradle
To shut the panopticon down
To shut the panopticon down, my dears,
To shut the panopticon down,
We’re heading for liberty’s cradle
To shut the panopticon down

DC is just the beginning,
We’ll soon have the spooks on the run
It’s a fight that the people are winning,
’bout 300 million to [silence for redaction, hands over mouth, pretend you have an NSL]
’bout 300 million to [silence for redaction]
It’s a fight that the people are winning
’bout 300 million to [silence for redaction]

[bridge, half spoken]

General Alexander, are you listening?

Senator Feinstein? [add your own favorites…]

So take all five eyes and shut ’em
No rights? Then the terrorists win
If the Constitution is shredded
You’ve broken your oath to your kin
And that is a cardinal sin, my boys
We’d like you to look hard within.
If the Constitution is shredded
You’ve damn well let terrorists win.

[back to melody]

Who ever thought that we’d say it?
‘fore ‘sposing the NSA’s shams
We’d request our private utopia,
Just… surrounded by acres of spam?
We were happy with acres of spam, my boys
Before Snowden went on the lam,
Our essential liberty’s waiting
Sur—-rounded by acres of spam….

finis

 

Just dare me, and I might record it…heh…  Find me someone to play guitar or something though, or you’ll get a capella.

The folk process:

The original? Irish Rosin the Beau:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kI8bPVw3scA

The American Puget Sound 1870s protest song, revived in the 1940s (I’ve eaten at the restaurant in recent decades):
http://pnwfolklore.org/OldSettler.html

The 1970’s anti-nuke protest song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0gEGM1NwjKk (it was the only video I could find — find me one better and I’ll post it!)

acks to Charlie King and the Clamshell Alliance

Tune is traditional — Rosin the Beau — lyrics adapted from the version in Rise Up Singing p. 33

C – / – Am / C CF / CG C / C F / C Am / C CF / CG C