Well I heard it on the radio
And I saw it on the television
Back in 1988, all those talking politicians
Words are easy, words are cheap
Much cheaper than our priceless land
But promises can disappear
Just like writing in the sand
Treaty yeah treaty now treaty yeah treaty now
Nhima djatpangarri nhima walangwalang (You dance djatpangarri, thatâs better)
Nhe djatpayatpa nhima gayaâ nhe marrtjini yakarray (Youâre dancing, you improvise, you keep going, wow)
Nhe djatpa nhe walang gumurrt jararrk gutjuk (You dance djatpangarri, thatâs good my dear grandson)
This land was never given up
This land was never bought and sold
The planting of the union jack
Never changed our law at all
Now two river run their course
Separated for so long
Iâm dreaming of a brighter day
When the waters will be one
Treaty yeah, treaty now, treaty yeah, treaty now
Nhima gayakaya nhe gayaâ nhe (You improvise, you improvise)
Nhe gayaâ nhe marrtjini walangwalang nhe ya (You improvise, you keep going, youâre better)
Nhima djatpa nhe walang (You dance djatpangarri, thatâs good)
Gumurr-djararrk yawirrinyâ (My dear young men)
Nhe gayaâ nhe marrtjini gayaâ nhe marrtjini (You improvise, you keep improvising, you keep going)
Gayakaya nhe gayaâ nhe marrtjini walangwalang (Improvise, you improvise, you keep going, thatâs better)
Nhima djatpa nhe walang (You dance djatpangarri, thatâs good)
Gumurr-djararrk nhe yÄ, e i, e i, e i i i, i i i, i i i, i i (You dear things)
Treaty maâ (Treaty now)
Promises disappear - priceless land - destiny
Well I heard it on the radio
And I saw it on the television
But promises can be broken
Just like writing in the sand
Treaty yeah treaty now treaty yeah treaty now
Treaty yeah treaty now treaty yeah treaty now
Treaty yeah treaty ma treaty yeah treaty ma
Treaty yeah treaty ma treaty yeah treaty ma
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and
skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8: 32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven oâclock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driverâs seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
You know, and it gets into this whole issue of border security,
you know,
whoâs gonna say that the borders are secure?
Weâve got the House and the Senate debating this issue, and itâsâŠ
itâs really astonishing that in a country founded by immigrants,
âimmigrantâ has somehow become a bad word.
So the debate rages on and we continueâŠ
And just like that itâs over, we tend to our wounded, we count our dead
Black and white soldiers wonder alike if this really means freedomâŠ
Not yet
I got 1 job, 2 jobs, 3 when I need them
I got 5 roommates in this one studio but I never really see them
And we all came America trying to get a lap dance from lady freedom
But now lady liberty is acting like Hillary Banks with a pre-nup
Man I was brave sailing on graves
Donât think I didnât notice those tombstones disguised as waves
Iâm no dummy,
here is something funny you can be an immigrant without risking your lives
Or crossing these boarders with thrifty supplies
All you got to do is see the world with new eyes
Immigrants
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants
We get the job done
Itâs a hard line when youâre an import
Baby boy itâs hard times
When you ainât sent for
Racist feed the belly of the beast
With they pitchforks, rich chores
Done by the people that get ignored
Ya se armĂł
Ya se despertaron
Itâs a whole awakening
La alarma ya sonĂł hace rato
Los que quieren buscan
Pero nos apodan como vagos
We are the same ones
Hustling on every level
Ten los datos
Walk a mile in our shoes
AbrĂłchense los zapatos
I been scoping ya dudes, yaâll ainât been working like I do
Iâll outwork you, it hurts you
You claim Iâm stealing jobs though
Peter Piper claimed he picked them, he just underpaid Pablo
But there ainât a paper trail when you living in the shadows
Weâre Americaâs ghost writers, the creditâs only borrowed
Itâs a matter of time before the checks all come
ButâŠ
Immigrants, we get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants, we get the job (Not yet)
The credit is only borrowed
Itâs Americaâs ghost writers, the creditâs only borrowed
Itâs Americaâs ghost writers
Americaâs ghost writers
Americaâs ghost writers, the creditâs only borrow-borrowed
Itâs Americas ghost writers, a credit is only borrowed
Itâs Americas ghost writers, a credit is only borrowed
Itâs Americas ghost writers, a credit is only borrowed
Itâs
Immigrants, we get the job done
Ay yo aye, immigrants we donât like that
Na they donât play British empire strikes back
They beating us like 808âs and high hats
At our own game of invasion, but this ainât Iraq
Who these fugees what did they do for me
But contribute new dreams
Taxes and tools, swagger and food to eat
Cool, they flee war zones, but the problem ainât ours
Even if our bombs landed on them like the Mayflower
Buckingham Palace or Capitol Hill
Blood of my ancestors had that all built
Itâs the ink you print on your dollar bill, oil you spill
Thin red lines on the flag you hoist when you kill
But still we just say âlook how far I comeâ
Hindustan, Pakistan, to London
To a galaxy far from their ignorance
Cos
Immigrants, we get the job done
Por tierra o por agua
Identidad falsa
Brincamos muros o flotamos en balsas
La peleamos como Sandino en Nicaragua
Somos como las plantas que crecen sin agua
Sin pasaporte americano
Porque La mitad de gringolandia Es terreno mexicano
Hay que ser bien hijo e puta
Nosotros Les Sembramos el ĂĄrbol y ellos se comen la fruta
Somos los que cruzaron
AquĂ vinimos a buscar el oro que nos robaron
Tenemos mas trucos que la policĂa secreta
Metimos la casa completa en una maleta
Con un pico, una pala
Y un rastrillo
Te construimos un castillo
Como es que dice el coro cabrĂłn?
Immigrants, we get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
We get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants, we get the job done
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Look how far I come
Immigrants, we get the job done (Not yet)
I wish these guys had Youtube clips, but Bandcamp will have to do.
Australiaâs best Irish band, Trouble in the Kitchen:
From Guatemala to Korea
To the tunnels beneath Hanoi
From Tulsa to El Chorillo
Fat Man to Little Boy
We fought them in Nicaragua
And upon the Cuban shore
We killed Khaddafiâs daughter
See what the fatwaâs got in store
Weâre gonna bomb our way to freedom
With the cruise missiles of justice
And the spent shells of democracy
Oh, say, can you see
From Kabul to Khartoum
Where Allahâs martyrs bled
To the Iraqi desert
Two hundred thousand people dead
Weâre gonna bomb our way to freedom
With the cruise missiles of justice
And the spent shells of democracy
Oh, say, can you see
From the School of the Assassins
To Argentinaâs dirty war
From Arizona to Nevada
Weâll nuke our way to heavenâs door
Weâre gonna bomb our way to freedom
With the cruise missiles of justice
And the spent shells of democracy
Oh, say, can you see
Sailing over to Vietnam
Southeast Asian Birmingham
Well training is the word we use
Nice word to have in case we lose
Training a million Vietnamese
To fight for the wrong government and the American way
Well they put me in a barracks house
Just across the way from Laos
They said, "Youâre pretty safe when the troops deploy
But donât turn your back on your house boy"
When they ring the gong
Watch out for the Viet-Cong
Well, the sergeant said, âItâs time to trainâ
So I climbed aboard my helicopter plane
We flew above the battle ground
A sniper tried to shoot us down
He must have forgotten, weâre only trainees
Them Commies never fight fair
Friends the very next day we trained some more
We burned some villages down to the floor
Yes we burned out the jungles far and wide
Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide
Threw all the people in relocation camps
Under lock and key, made damn sure theyâre free
Well, I walked through the jungle and around the bend
Who should I meet but President Diem
Said youâre fighting to keep Vietnam free
For good old democracy
That means rule by one family
And 15, 000 American troops, give or take a few
Thousand
American
Troops
He said, "I was a fine old Christian man
Ruling this backward Buddhist land
Well, it ainât much but what the heck
It sure beats hell out of Chiang Kai-shek
Iâm the power elite
Me and the 7th fleet"
He said, "Meet my sister, Madam Nhu
The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu"
He said, "Meet my brothers, meet my aunts
With the government that doesnât take a chance
Families that slay together
Stay together"
Said, "If you want to stay youâll have to pay
Over a million dollars a day, but itâs worth it all, donât you see?
If you lose the country youâll still have me
Me and Syngman Rhee, Chiang Kai-shek, Madam Nhu
Like I said on âMeet the Pressâ
I regret that I have but one country to give for my life"
Well, now old Diem is gone and dead
All the new leaders are anti-Red
Yes theyâre pro-American, freedom sensations
Against Red China, the United Nations
Now all the news commentators and the CIA
Are saying, âThank God for coincidenceâ
Didnât realize the B-52s had any âhairy armed womenâs liberationistsâ!
Slightly more lateral. 
So you tell me that your last good dollar is gone
and you say that your pockets are bare.
And you tell me that your clothes are tattered and torn
and nobody seems to care.
Now donât tell me your troubles,
no I donât have the time to spare.
But if you want to get together and fight
good buddy thatâs what I want to hear.
And you tell me that your job was taken away
by a big olâ greasy machine.
And you tell me that you donât collect no more pay
and your belly is growing lean.
Now if I had the jobs to give
you know Iâd give them all away.
But donât waste your breath calling out my name
if you donât have nothing to say.
And you tell me that you donât have nothing to do
and you keep on wasting your time.
And you say when you want to get your family some food
you gotta stand in a relief line.
Now itâs a sin and a bloody shame
'bout the way theyâre pushing you 'round.
But when you decide not to take no more
you know Iâll put my money down.
'Cause Iâve seen your kind many times before
And Iâll see 'em many times again.
Oh but every bad thing thatâs happened to you
has happened to better men.
So donât explain that youâve lost your way
that youâve got no place to go.
Youâve got a hand and a voice and youâre not alone
Brother thatâs all you need to know.
And if youâre still wondering what Iâm trying to say
let me tell you what itâs all about.
Now nobody listens to a single man
when heâs walkinâ 'round down and out.
So if youâre looking for an answer
heâs standing there by your side.
And youâll never really know how far youâll go
'til you join together and try
So you tell me that your last good dollar is gone
and you say that your pockets are bare.
And you tell me that your clothes are tattered and torn
and nobody seems to care.
Now donât tell me your troubles,
no I donât have the time to spare.
But if you want to get together and fight
good buddy thatâs what I want to hear.
Listen to the victim, abused by the system
The basis is racist, you know that we must face this.
âIt canât happen hereâ. Oh yeah?
âTake a look around at the cities and the towns.â
See them hunting, creeping, sneaking
Breeding fear and loathing with the lies theyâre speaking
The knife, the gun, broken bottle, petrol bomb
There is no future when the past soon come.
And when they come to ethnically cleanse me
Will you speak out? Will you defend me?
Or laugh through a glass eye as they rape our lives
Trampled underfoot by the right on the rise
âYou call usâŠâ âŠIch Bin Ein Auslander
âYou call usâŠâ âŠIch Bin Ein Auslander
âYou call usâŠâ âŠIch Bin Ein Auslander
âYou call usâŠâ âŠIch Bin Ein Auslander
Welcome to a state where the politics of hate
Shout loud in the crowd âWatch them beat us all downâ
Thereâs a rising tide in the rivers of blood
But if the answer isnât violence, neither is your silence
If they come to ethnically cleanse me
Will you speak out? Will you defend me?
Freedom of expression doesnât make it alright
Trampled underfoot by the rise of the right
Ich Bin Ein Auslander.
Ich Bin Ein Auslander.
Ich Bin Ein Auslander.
Ich Bin Ein Auslander.
Ich Bin Ein Auslander.
Ich Bin Ein Auslander.
Ich Bin Ein Auslander.
Ich Bin Ein Auslander.
Thanks!
LYRICS
Have you heard it on the news
About this fascist groove thang
Evil men with racist views
Spreading all across the land
Donât just sit there on your ass
Unlock that funky chaindance
Brothers, sisters shoot your best
We donât need this fascist groove thang
Brothers, sisters, we donât need this fascist groove thang
History will repeat itself
Crisis point weâre near the hour
Counterforce will do no good
Hot you ass I feel your power
Hitler proves that funky stuff
Is not for you and me girl
Europeâs an unhappy land
Theyâve had their fascist groove thang
Brothers, sisters, we donât need this fascist groove thang
Democrats are out of power
Across that great wide ocean
Reaganâs president elect
Fascist god in motion
Generals tell him what to do
Stop your good time dancing
Train their guns on me and you
Fascist thang advancing
Brothers, sisters, we donât need this fascist groove thang
Sisters, brothers lend a hand
Increase our population
Grab that groove thang by the throat
And throw it in the ocean
Youâre real tonight you move my soul
Letâs cruise out of the dance war
Come out your house and dance your dance
Shake that fascist groove thang
(Shake it!)
Historical intersectionsâŠ
Yâall probably know this song:
Which was based on a poem written by this guy:
But you might not be aware that, when these people were killed:
âŠAbel and Anne Meeropol adopted and raised their kids.
The clouds gather in your forests
Drift to my desert town
And I think of far-off places
As the rain is coming down
Youâre bent down in the fields
Picking fruit there from the vine
And it ends up on my table
As it moves on down the line
The moon shines brightly in the night sky
The river flows from south to north
With the changing of the seasons
The birds migrate back and forth
But they say that you canât come here
Not in the light of day
Somebody has got plans for you
Starve at home or hide away
Will we open up the borders
Tear down the prison walls
Declare that no one is illegal
Watch the giant as it falls
So much travels across these borders
So much is bought and sold
One way goes the gunships
The other comes the gold
Free trade is like a needle
Drawing blood straight from your heart
And the borderâs like a prison
Keeping friends apart
Will we open up the borders
Tear down the prison walls
Declare that no one is illegal
Watch the giant as it falls
Hear the stockholders cheering
The worldâs getting smaller
Hear the drowning child crying
âWhy are the fences growing tallerâ
Some whisper in the shadows
While others count the dollars
Some have suits and ties
Others, chains and collars
Will we open up the borders
Tear down the prison walls
Declare that no one is illegal
Watch the giant as it falls
May the fortress walls come down
May we meet our sisters and our brothers
Stand arm and arm there in the daylight
No longer fighting one another
Will we stand together
For therein lies our might
Will we understand these words
âWorkers of the world uniteâ
Will we open up the borders
Tear down the prison walls
Declare that no one is illegal
Watch the giant as it falls
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: donât give up the fight!
Preacher man, donât tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you donât know
What life is really worth.
Itâs not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights. Come on!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: donât give up the fight!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: donât give up the fight!
Most people think,
Great god will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights. Jah!
Get up, stand up! (jah, jah!)
Stand up for your rights! (oh-hoo!)
Get up, stand up! (get up, stand up!)
Donât give up the fight! (life is your right!)
Get up, stand up! (so we canât give up the fight!)
Stand up for your rights! (lord, lord!)
Get up, stand up! (keep on struggling on!)
Donât give up the fight! (yeah!)
We sick anâ tired of-a your ism-skism game -
Dyinâ ânâ goinâ to heaven in-a Jesusâ name, lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty god is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you canât fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light (what you gonna do?),
We gonna stand up for our rights! (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
So you better:
Get up, stand up! (in the morning! Git it up!)
Stand up for your rights! (stand up for our rights!)
Get up, stand up!
Donât give up the fight! (donât give it up, donât give it up!)
Get up, stand up! (get up, stand up!)
Stand up for your rights! (get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! (âŠ)
Donât give up the fight! (get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up! (âŠ)
Stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up!
Donât give up the fight!
