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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

You Ain't Been Doing Nothing

While I apologize to the few of you who read this for my lack of posting over the last few months as my grad school work has been dominating all of my free time, I could not help but share this wonderful little song that a friend of mine from Let Me Be Frank shared on Facebook today.

Remember everyone, Sticks and Stones...



When I was just a little thing
     I used to love parades.
     With banners, bands, red balloons,
     and maybe lemonade.
     When I came home one May Day,
     my neighbour’s father said,
     “Them marchers is all commies.
     Tell me kid, are you a Red?”

     Well I didn’t know just what he meant-
     my hair back then was brown.
     Our house was plain red brick-
     like most others in the town.
     So I went and asked my momma
     why our neighbour called me red.
     My mummy took me on her knee
     and this is what she said,

     “Well ya ain’t done nothing
     if ya ain’t been called a Red.
     If you marched or agitated,
     then you’re bound to hear it said.
     So you might as well ignore it
     or love the word instead.
     Cuz ya ain’t been doing nothing
     if ya ain’t been called a Red.”

     When I was growing up,
     had my troubles I suppose.
     When someone took exception
     to my face or to my clothes.
     Or tried to cheat me on the job
     or hit me on the head.
     When I organized to fight back,
     why the stinkers called me Red
    
     But ya ain’t done nothing
     if ya ain’t been called a Red
     if you marched or agitated,
     then you’re bound to hear it said.
     So you might as well ignore it
     or love the word instead.
     Cuz ya ain’t been doing nothing
     if ya ain’t been called a Red.

     When I was living on my own,
     one apartment that I had.
     Had a lousy rotten landlord
     Let me tell you he was bad.
     But when he tried to throw me out,
     I rubbed my hands and said,
     “You haven’t seen a struggle
     if you haven’t fought a Red!”

     And ya ain’t done nothing
     if ya ain’t been called a Red.
     If you marched or agitated,
     then you’re bound to hear it said.
     So you might as well ignore it
     or love the word instead.
     Cuz ya ain’t been doing nothing
     if ya ain’t been called a Red.


Until next time, whenever my schedule permits me again, I remain, as always...

Very truly yours,

The Apprentice Philosopher