Riot-Folk! Collective. Their motto is "Making Folk a threat again".

HAHA Good luck getting your radical politics and strange music embraced there.

i know dudes who do revolutionary mime/juggling.

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http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2748/box1bwrt5.jpg

They're just a label with a gimmick, which is: "we're not a label!"

And folk was never a threat.

Marmot mentioned/linked them elsewhere and wondered if they should have one -- I checked the evidence and insisted so. I am hateful.

do you remember naptimes how we'd lay down on that big old bed
just above the covers in the house we used to live in
and you'd been at work all day and so you were tired
so you never really noticed when i'd slip down to the floor
with tiny feet unsure
but steadied by the carpet fibers between my toes
i'd stumble to the door, peak my head and go
you woke up twelve years later and i was vandalizing signs
for luxury condominiums and politicians without spines
the next thing that you know i am calling you from jail
you know i would have loved you anyway if you hadn't post my bail
but i'm not sure if you realize all the tears that fell from my eyes
when you told me it was worthless those three days i spent in hell
and thought i knew that you were wrong
and though i proved it in a song
you made me feel weak when i needed to feel strong
you made me wonder if it was really just a game all along?
and i know it would make you happy if i'd just focus on my degree
put down my guitar and give up anarchy
come home every summer play the way other kids play
be happy getting' drunk each night and waitin' tables every day
but hey dad, i'm an anarchist
it's not a phase and it's not a disease
and though my hands are worn for my age
would you still hold one of them please?
i just want you to know that i love you
and i want you to love me too
right now i'm not sure where home is
but i'm sure there's room there for you
i want the same thing as every other homesick patched-up kid in this crowd
i want my dad to look at me; i want him to be proud.

Fuck, I don't think even Conor O. has written that self-righteous a line.

"Evan's vocals are clear and definitive as he weaves a story around his concise guitar playing!"
--WERU-FM Radio, ME

"A rousing song ... propelled the protesters into action!"
--Student Life, Wash. U. St. Louis

"Suspect was seen walking across the Flagler Street Bridge with what appeared to be weapons concealed under his shirt."
--The Miami Police Department

"With little fanfare, there appeared this troubadour onstage, a tall, tousled fellow with a clear voice, a guitar, and a lot to say: This was Evan Greer, currently from Swarthmore, originally from Boston, and often found at activist rallies in DC, Miami, and Philadelphia. The young, eloquent songwriter has been compared to both Woodie Guthrie and Bob Dylan, tackling such subjects as liberals, unions and human foibles, stating his case in three minutes or less. He pulled out some very old songs, like The Wobblie's anthem, "Dump the Bosses Off Your Back," the classic "Keep on Truckin' Mama," and his own humorous version of a Phil Ochs tune he called "Love Me I'm A Liberal," as well as a choice sampling of his own material. He was accompanied by Sally O'Brien, whose sweet and gentle voice lilted nicely behind Evan's strong vocals. He closed with "Solidarity Forever" and a hearty Happy May Day."
--Cathy Miller in The Aquarian, May 2004

Where to begin.

You keep ( C ) running through my ( C ) brain
Like a (F) southbound (G ) train, Emily (C ) (F) (G)
And I try to be discrete
But I’m starting to lose sleep
Well I’m begging for you please, Emily

What I’d (C) do for one more (C) chance
Or (F) even half a (G) glance, Emily
And if I catch you by his side
I just might up and die
Oh to have you for my bride, Emily

(F) Maybe we’ll cross paths one day when I've (G) found somebody (C) new
(F) And late at night you’ll whisper that you (C) always loved me, (G) too
But till then I can’t abide
You done hurt my foolish pride
But every song I write, Emily, is for you

Tried to clear you from my head
Like you pushed me from your bed, Emily
But to my dismay
It’s getting harder everyday
Your scent never washed away, Emily

You took my heart in tact,
And now I want it back, Emily
You didn’t have to be so cruel
You said, “it’s not me, it’s you,”
Even though it wasn’t true, Emily

So I’ll see you in Pittsburgh, next time I’m traveling through
And maybe you’ll smile at me like you used to do
But till then I can’t abide
You done hurt my foolish pride
And I won’t whisper nothing back, except this song to you

"Where to begin."

it's a funny song. i'm guessing he changed the lyrics to make it more current? references to the D.A.R. and hubert humphrey aren't gonna make much sense to a lot of people now.

I trade Internet jokes about Dubya
They sure are funny to me.
But don’t even think about asking
Me to give up my new SUV
I don’t know what you mean about oil,
I just wish that gas could be free,
So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!

Well I’ve signed about a thousand petitions,
And my golf score is six under par.
I keep myself up on the issues
By listening to N.P.R.,
And you know that I’m changing the world
With these stickers all over my car!
So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!

Well you know that I’m not a racist
Been on the side of the blacks all along.
And I always give a few extra dollars
To the young man who mows my lawn!
And I’ve never read Emma Goldman
But I know that she must have been wrong!
So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!

I went to that pro-choice rally,
I think women should get equal pay.
But it’s sure nice that my wife cooks me dinner,
And puts my clean laundry away!
And maybe our country ain’t perfect,
But revolution is never the way.
So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!

You know I support Gay marriage,
And I want the environment clean.
But I’m too busy at work to take action,
So I’m just voting for Howard Dean.
I know we must work inside the system,
It’s the best one that I’ve ever seen!
So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!

I cheered when they caught Saddam
I knew that the news wouldn’t lie,
Thank god that the war is now over,
And my 401-K is on the rise!
Because you know that I love my country:
best democracy money can buy!
So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!

D G D
Here’s to all you rich folk who wallow in your greed
G A
And to all you corporate scum who profit off our needs
G D G G/F# D
FUCK YOU and your money, too

Here’s to the army, navy, air force, and marines
And to all you masterminds who pull the puppet strings
FUCK YOU and your big guns, too

Here’s to all you terrorists, tearin’ up the whole world
Cutting all the forests down and poisoning the soil
FUCK YOU and your big machines, too

Here’s to corporate media, reportin’ on the scene
And to all you stars in Hollywood who make the silver screen
FUCK YOU and your nosejobs, too

Here’s to all you people who wouldn’t pick me up
Danglin’ my thumb out at your big ‘ole empty truck
FUCK YOU and your empty seats, too

Here’s to all you NGO’s, sendin’ me your mail
With a free gift plastic travel mug that’ll help to save the whales
FUCK YOU and your free gift, too

(campfire verse):
Here’s to all you secret agents, sittin’ round this fire
If you think we don’t know who you are, you might as well retire
FUCK YOU and Tom Ridge, too

Here’s to all you Wal-Marts pavin’ all our towns
Exploitin’ workers everywhere to keep your prices down
FUCK YOU and your smiley face, too

(the humanure verse, collectively written by JED):
Here’s to all you sewer systems and you septic tanks
And to all you porta-potties all lined up in ranks
FUCK YOU, you’re wastin’ our poo

(verse by Fetus):
Here’s to all you supermarkets, we think you’re really rude
We’re standin’ out here starving and your lockin’ up our food
FUCK YOU and your trash compactors, too

(verse by Quack,Bridge, and Devon):
Here’s to all you agribusiness, stealin’ all our seeds
Pushin’ the small farmers out with your corporate greed
FUCK YOU and your GMO’s, too

Here’s to all you police with your clubs and guns
And to all you riot cops, just havin’ a little fun
FUCK YOU and your tear gas, too

Here’s to all you lawyers, you judges and you courts
Throwin’ us all in jail like it was some new fancy sport
FUCK YOU and your lawbooks, too

Here’s to all you governments and all you nation-states
And to all you worthless bureaucrats deciding all our fates
FUCK YOU and your elections, too

Here’s to America, land of the free
Fuckin’ over everybody else to preserve your liberty
FUCK YOU and the red, white, and blue

Here’s to all you fascists the whole wide world around
Tryin’ to build your kingdoms up and tear our futures down
FUCK YOU, your time is through
FUCK YOU, your time is through!

Before his gig last night at the Roseland Ballroom in NYC, Tom Morello of Audioslave stopped by Times Up on the Lower East Side to meet and jam with the Riot Folk Collective. Riot is an amazing bunch of talented kids that are making folk a threat again. Great turn out and awesome performances made the evening a huge success. Tom was able to kick out a couple of cool Union songs after which Brenna, Mark, Ryan and Evan rocked the crowd. We all had a great time and special thanks to Tom and his friends for stopping by. It was so nice to meet all of you!

Three whole days in jail! It was hell! You poor thing.

I do find it funny that most of the "artist photos" are pretty clearly taken in dorm rooms.

BTW, there's an anti-sewer movement? WTF?

b-b-but "THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS"!!!!!!

A little unwieldly perhaps, but yes, this could work as an anarchist Father's Day card.

Song Conor Oberst Eat Your Heart Out [download]
Artist Tom Frampton
Album ...As Marion Delgado
This song is about heteronormativity.

I think we can correct this. Are you hot?

I went to that pro-choice rally,
I think women should get equal pay.
But it’s sure nice that my wife cooks me dinner,
And puts my clean laundry away!

This is rather a stretch, even as strawmen go.

Agreed. I keed the Riot Folk Collective. I might even like some of the music, I'm gonna try some of the other guys' stuff.

"FUCK YOU, you’re wastin’ our poo" should be a meme. Maybe we can work Final Fantasy into it: "FUCK YOU, you’re wastin’ our cloud poo". Anyone know more about this? Are we supposed to be using it for fertilizer or something?

I found this. Come to think of it, I have been to people's homes who have composting toilets. I have some doubts as to how practical it would be to implement in cities, but I really don't know much about the subject.

The cooking thing is farfetched, but I have noticed that an irrational desire to put away laundry is an almost universal womanly disease. Just let it sit in a heap, dammit!

Based on that one photo with Morello, surely it should be:

"FUCK YOU I won't poo where you tell me!"

hahahaha ned does indeed win.

but that would require some sort of effort! playing music is way easier, if only marginally (and by that i mean waaaaaay) more effective.

RIOT FOLK COLLECTIVE ROLL CALL!

Why can't we have a really interesting movement for once, like eco-terrorist dub metal? These guys make little baby Jesus cry.

I keep picturing riot folk kids putting on a show to save the school.

That was a few years ago, though. These days I'm pretty politically apathetic. I can't point to anything specific that provoked the change, I just became less and less active.

These days guys like the Riot Folk Collective provoke mild nostalgia, some roffles, and incredulity that I ever considered music like this "inspiring."

These guys are not riot folk: http://www.myspace.com/xtruenaturexmusic

They are VEGAN-EDGE Acousti-Core.

This is genuinely some of the worst music I have ever, ever heard

It's also a little hard to build apartment complexes with large waste pits.
-- A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Sunday, September 17, 2006 9:06 PM (Sunday, September 17, 2006 9:06 PM) Bookmark Link

Hard yes, but not actually impossible - http://greensource.construction.com/projects/0704_helena.asp

The Helena’s most space-intensive green feature is the blackwater recycling system, which reclaims about 43,000 gallons of wastewater each day. The processed blackwater, along with storm water, is used in the cooling tower, for flushing toilets, and for irrigation of the 12,000 square feet of green roofs. The system occupies about 5,000 square feet on the north side of the second and third floors, an area not suitable for apartments because of the proximity of an existing structure. Although the equipment added about 1.5 percent to the construction cost of the building, the square footage did not count against the tower’s allowable floor area ratio and made perfect use of space that would not generate revenue, points out Bruce Fowle, FAIA, FXFOWLE senior principal. The system is sized to also handle the blackwater load of the Rose, an apartment building the developer plans for the site just to the west of the Helena.

i interpreted that "three days in hell" line to mean that the song was from jesus' point of view.

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These guys are not riot folk: http://www.myspace.com/xtruenaturexmusic

They are VEGAN-EDGE Acousti-Core.

This is genuinely some of the worst music I have ever, ever heard

-- DJ Mencap, Monday, August 11, 2008 1:40 PM

that 'ink under your skin' song has hilarious lyrics. gotta be a joke

true nature has a VERY ambitious tour schedule!

he is a treat!

Whither the rioting.

They are a frightening, fearsome mob:

http://jenangel.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/ryan2.jpg

To have a riot, you need more people than will show up to a folk show.