This Machine Kills Fascists.

One Bright Sunny Morning In The Shadow Of The Steeple, By The Relief Office, I Saw My People - As They Stood Hungry, I Stood There Wondering If God Blessed America For Me.

If You Walk Across My Camera I Will Flash The World Your Story.

One Day We'll All Find Out That All Of Our Songs Was Just Little Notes In A Great Big Song!

I Worked In Your Orchards Of Peaches And Prunes. I Slept On The Ground In The Light Of The Moon. On The Edge Of The City You'll See Us And Then, We Come With The Dust And We Go With The Wind.

I Am Out To Sing Songs That Will Prove To You That This Is Your World And That If It Has Hit You Pretty Hard And Knocked You For A Dozen Loops, No Matter What Color, What Size You Are, How You Are Built, I Am Out To Sing The Songs That Make You Take Pride In Yourself And In Your Work. And The Songs That I Sing Are Made Up For The Most Part By All Sorts Of Folks Just About Like You.