I sang this song last night at the Berkeley Fellowship Monthly Open Mic, Ray Korona's Votes on Paper. See lyrics by Ray Korona below. Learn it and sing it to your friends. Votes on Paper is a clever and sensible little song about a bigger problem than the occasional "voter fraud" by a voter. We're talking about "election theft" or "vote theft" also known as "fixing the election" or "flipping the numbers". At the start that's folksinger Nancy Schimmel saying from the audience that she saw a bumper sticker that said "Who did your voting machine vote for?" I mention No Lies Radio and the "False Flag Weekley News Show" (hosted by Kevin Barrett and Tony Hall with 2016 Election Reports by Jim Fetzer) in the set up to the song.  See Bev Harris and BlackBoxVoting dot org for a deeper look into the issue of electronic voting machines without paper verifiability. 

Votes on Paper by Ray Korona

"VOTES ON PAPER" - Ray Korona Band (3:18) at Ray Korona YouTube Channel 5-20-09. Now video #35 in the #TruthTroubadourShowcase at the #TruthTroubadourYouTube Channel by Vic Sadot. Ray note: “Electronic voting machines steal votes and change election results! Here's the story in song.” Performed by Ivice, Gina Tlamsa, Ellen Davidson, Sharon Abreu and Ray Korona. Ray Korona passed 10-16-14 RIP. http://youtu.be/XYB8bpILRT4?list=PLFDD6E9F4AD3F2AE6

                 A                                     D
They said vote in the elections! It’s what good people do
           E                                              A
We’ve got these new machines. It’s amazing but it’s true
        A                                                        D
Just touch the screen a few times. It computes your vote for you
              E                               A
And you don’t even need any paper!
         A                                        D
They said it couldn’t crash. The program couldn’t fail.
               E                               A
So there wasn’t any reason to keep a paper trail
              A                                                   D
Well the counters all went crazy. We were sold a fairy tale
             E                                                         A
Now it’s hopeless ‘cause they left us without paper

Chorus:
              A                                                  D
You can scream, you can plead, you can argue all night
E                                A
They may be wrong; you may be right
          A                            D
Use a voting machine to settle the fight
             E                                          A
Just be sure it records your vote on paper

Our candidate was winning; the polls were very sure
She spoke out for the people; she campaigned against the war
And we knew she really meant what she told us she was for
And they called her the front runner in the paper
The exit polls confirmed it; her lead was growing fast
But the digital read-outs left everyone aghast
Her opponent got more votes than the total that were cast
Bet she would have done much better on paper

Repeat Chorus

If you go shopping at a store when your purchase is complete
You pay for what you bought and they hand you a receipt
It establishes a record that makes it hard to cheat
Since what you paid is written on the paper
If someone selling you his car would ask you to pay cash
On a handshake and his word, would it seem a little rash?
To trust him with your money, well I just got this flash… 
Wouldn’t that be just like voting with no paper?

Repeat Chorus

© 2007 by Ray Korona

Urgent Songs by Ray Korona
http://www.raykorona.com/urgent%20political%20songs.htm 


Votes On Paper

I recall writing this song in a sudden flow of lyrics.  This song must have been written around 1973 when I first started writing lyrics to three chord folk ballads. The ideas seem relevant to the deliberately confusing and manipulative contexts of today. Vic

Locked on the Labels
By Vic Sadot

The fields are afire! The clouds are ablaze!
With colors full-flowing through the key-hole I gaze
I sing for the sunset, the death of the day
When truth is held trouble to seek and to say
And the door is locked on the labels we use

I’m bored with appealing to minds on the shelf
I know that I’m stealing this time from myself
There’s pine in the forest. There’s moss on the stone.
I could be alone in some zone of my own
But the door is locked on the labels we use

A child at the crossroads of heaven and hell
My finger I ran up that crack in the bell
For I was but nine when I touched Liberty
And the hypocrite’s “reverence” I barely could see
And the door was locked on the labels we use

The will of our ancestor’s urging us on
The right to unite is suddenly gone
The right to rebellion is branded blood red
And punishment’s good if it’s legally led
And the door is locked on the labels we use

Preachers pretending they found the last truth
Holding up progress, confusing the youth
Confusing the parents and wasting their bread
Claiming they’re saving the damned and the dead
And the door is locked on the labels we use

My lyric can’t capture that sparkle I see
In the eyes of the children depending on me
I question my senses. My sanity too!
My answer commences. I mention my view.
But the door is locked on the labels we use

Your song is too long! Can’t you say it in brief.
We don’t have the time to indulge your belief.
You sound like a “radical”… Bet he’s a Jew… 
“The country’s infested with ‘commies’ like you!”
And the door is locked on the labels we use

Instrumental

It’s very efficient. You don’t have to think.
Dismiss the whole problem… Paint dissent pink!
Still one definition’s consistently true
And that definition of all that you do
And that “you” is locked on the labels we use

My lyric can’t capture that sparkle I see
In the eyes of the adults of humanity
I question my senses. Your sanity too!
In the eyes of the children depending on you
And the door is locked on the labels we use

We’re millions of years in the making it seems
Bestial priorities breaking our dreams
Crucify children, our future, we’re told
By routine revisions of “Wounded Knee” cold
And the door is locked on the labels we use

We call this “intelligence”; knowing it’s not!
We’re risking the only survival we’ve got
We surely keep living in life we instill
The new day is flowing from deeds we fulfill
And the door is locked on the labels we use

The system grows savage; We don’t understand.
But “greed is success” is lore of the land
Now mourn for the people’s corruption my friends
Cause we’ve got the means to get the good ends
But the door is locked on the values we choose

I’m partly beheaded by the guillotine view
I’m already wedded to billions of you
I know that I’m stealing this time from your self
And why should you listen to a self like your self
When the time is life much too precious to lose

The fields are afire! The clouds are ablaze!
With colors full-flowing through the key-hole I gaze
I sing for the sunrise, the dawn of the day!
When truth is held precious to seek and to say
And the key is each one who’s willing to choose!

Unknown Album (5/1/2013 11:17:23 PM)

Locked on the Labels

The song was released on 9/11/11 on a CD titled "9/11 Truth & Justice Songs" by Vic Sadot at CD Baby. https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/vicsadot3

To learn this song or to play along on the chords, use these progressions:

Verse: GGDD / CCGG / GGDD / CCGG
Chorus: DDCC / EmEmB7B7 / CCGG / DDEmEm
Bridge: CCGG/ DDB7B7/ CCGG/ DDEmEm

This is a free 128 kbps mp3 being posted in honor of Pat Tillman's Nov 6 birthday. He would have been 41 this year. (RIP 11-06-1976 - 4-22-2004)Please share it! See "Download" under "More".

The song was written by Vic Sadot after reading the Editor & Publisher AP story, and others, after Pat Tillman’s death. See “Was Pat Tillman Murdered? – AP Gets Coroner Documents” 7-26-07 Editor & Publisher. (Lyrics below)
http://www.editorandpublisher.com/news/was-tillman-murdered-ap-gets-new-documents

Excerpt: “Army medical examiners were suspicious about the close proximity of the three bullet holes in Pat Tillman’s forehead and tried without success to get authorities to investigate whether the former NFL player’s death amounted to a crime, according to documents obtained by The Associated Press. ‘The medical evidence did not match up with the, with the scenario as described,’ a doctor who examined Tillman’s body after he was killed on the battlefield in Afghanistan in 2004 told investigators. The doctors – whose names were blacked out – said that the bullet holes were so close together that it appeared the Army Ranger was cut down by an M-16 fired from a mere 10 yards or so away...”

Ballad of Pat Tillman (lyrics)

Pat Tillman was a kind and a caring little boy
He brought his mom and pop a lot o’ laughter, pride, and joy
They tried to teach their son how to tell the right from wrong
How not to be a bully just because you’re big and strong

Young Tillman was a legendary famous football star
He was handsome. He was humble, and admired from afar
He made a lot o’ big plays for his Arizona team…
And he made a lot of money in the American dream!

But after Nine-Eleven, he had to throw it all away
To fight those “evil doers” who could kill in such a way
When the Towers and the Pentagon were scenes of blood and death
Pat Tillman swore to avenge them or to breathe his dyin’ breath   

Chorus:
So remember Patrick Tillman when those flags are all displayed
How the Empire stole “Old Glory” for a fear and hate parade!
Yes, remember Patrick Tillman!  The many like him lies have made!
And Hell has no fury like a patriot betrayed!

Instrumental Bridge #1

He believed the “official story” Bush told of the attack
To take the “war on terror” to Afghanistan and Iraq
He started asking questions from those far-off battlefields
He was reading Noam Chomsky… to his mother he revealed

On that fateful day when those bullets cut him down
Well, he was hailed a hero in every little town
The Pentagon exploited him as a recruitment poster boy
Made up a phony story for the media to deploy

His parents at the funeral were torn with grief and strife
They were used just like young Patrick who’d just lost his only life
The tragic truth was not revealed! It was “friendly murder”, not the foe!
They were lied to like the “hero” of the propaganda show  

(chorus)

Instrumental Bridge #2

They were roundly castigated when they dared to tell aloud
How their son investigated…How that also made them proud
How he planned to work for peace, if he’d ever make it back
Pious pundits called them “traitors” in a wolf pack attack

Pat Tillman was a legendary famous football star
He was handsome. He was humble, and admired from afar
He made a lot of forays for his Army Ranger team…
But Patrick died for Bush’s lies…For a nightmare, not a dream!

Alive he might be helping take the treason team apart
He was bravely asking questions, yes, and he was very smart
If Nine-Eleven Truth reveals a home-made psy-war raid…
Then this phony “war on terror” ‘s just a cover-up charade!  (chorus)

Copyright 2006 Victor Rene Sadot BMI Orbian Love Music

9/11 Truth & Justice Songs

Ballad of Pat Tillman

The Ballad of Pat Tillman

I wrote this after watching the entire Netflix series Pablo Escobar: El Patrón del Mal featuring Andrés Parra as Pablo. Really amazing acting and incredible story. My Spanish pronunciation isn't the greatest perhaps.

EL PATRON DEL MAL

In this special episode of 9/11 Free Fall, host Andy Steele referees a debate between Truth and Shadows blogger Craig McKee and official-story supporter Colin Doran on the question of what happened at the Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

Amolto Call Recorder

11/16/17: Pentagon Debate

1976 recording uploaded from 8-track tape

"Wild Mountain Honey" - Steve Miller Band (8-track tape)

This week's Global Research News Hour probes the problematic coverage of Syria by Western media, including supposedly independent media outlets like the popular Democracy Now.
Our first guest, journalist Vanessa Beeley, shares her research on the White Helmets, and her reporting from Alleppo, and denounces the clear bias and omissions relayed by the West including Democracy Now.
Daniel Borgstrom, a self described fan of Democracy Now talks more about the problematic coverage of Syria and other issues that inspired him and his Veterans for Peace group to distribute an open letter and petition targetting Democracy Now. 
Finally, independent journalist Bob Feldman presents some of his research on the elite foundation funding of establishment left media such as Democracy Now and the mechanisms by which 'inconvenient information' can be deleted from public discourse as a result.

Repeat - Exception to the Rulers or Gatekeepers for Empire?

The song was inspired by reading a book by David Ray Griffin called "The 9/11 Commission Report: Omissions and Distortions". The testimony Secretary of Transportation, Norman Mineta, is remarkable enough, but the Commission also changed the timeline. Mineta's testimony is on YouTube. He stated that he arrived at the Presidential Emergency Operations Center (PEOC) at 9:20 am on September 11, 2001. He found Vice President Dick Cheney already in charge and issuing orders. Mineta said "a young man" kept questioning Cheney as a plane flew toward the Pentagon at intervals that he announced each time as "50 miles out", "30 miles out", and "10 miles out". At the last question, Mineta testifies that Cheney "whipped his neck around and said, 'Of course the orders still stand. Have you heard anything to the contrary?" The Pentagon was hit at 9:38 am. But the 9/11 Commission states in its final report that Cheney did not arrive at the PEOC bunker until 9:58 am. How many orders did Cheney issue? Why was the Pentagon not evacuated or defended after all that had already happened in New York? Why were all the surveillance cameras seized by the FBI and nothing released to the public but 5 frames that show a streak of smoke that could be from a missile and an explosion? How could the Pentagon be hit? And no one get fired, demoted, or reprimanded, only rewarded & promoted?

Watch the video at Broadside Balladeer Channel www.youtube.com/vicsadot
or Truth Troubadour Channel  www.youtube.com/truthtroubadour 

Cheney’s in the Bunker - Lyrics

Cheney’s in the bunker …now we’re under attack
Someone seized our jets... in a terror hijack… 
They flew into the Towers with a mighty impact
The Trade Center fell in a total collapse…
Now Bush is in the classroom for a photo-op show…
The story of the goat is what he wants “kids” to know 
The day is Nine-Eleven… year Two-Thousand and One
Now who the hell’s attacking us, and what’s to be done?

Chorus: 
Do the orders still stand, sir? Do the orders still stand?
Do the orders still stand, sir? Do the orders still stand? 
Do the orders still stand?

The Transportation Secretary, he testified
By 9:20 AM he was by Cheney’s side
Cheney’s in charge in the White House war room
When did the teleconference start? And it involved whom?
Mineta said a “young man” asked Cheney in doubt…
“Do the orders still stand, sir? They’re 50 miles out”
“They’re 30 miles out, sir…” He reports to command…
“The plane is 10 miles out, sir… Do the orders still stand?”

(chorus) - Instrumental

Cheney’s in the bunker… “Is it real or a drill?”
They’re flying toward the Pentagon, the White House, the Hill…
Dubya’s with the children… lookin’ out of the loop…
The orders all pass secretly within a small group…
The “young man” returns … He’s askin’ Cheney again!
“Do the orders still stand, sir?, He questions command… 
Cheney “whipped his neck around, ‘Of course!,’ says he,
‘Have you heard anything to the contrary?’” (chorus)

Was there one order to “stand down”, and one “shoot to kill”?
At 9:38 the Pentagon was hit with great skill
The cover for the capitol was sent out to sea!
That’s where they sent our fighter jets from loyal Langley!
Incompetence, complicity, conspiracy?
Everyone of those requires a penalty!?
If Rumsfeld and Myers failed us all on that day?
Why was one promoted? Why’d the other one stay?

(chorus) - Instrumental

Cheney’s in the bunker, “now” they’re sayin’ near 10! 
They’re changing all the timelines we were given back then…
There’s no time “now” to stop the DC attack… 
The Pentagon batteries couldn’t even fight back …
No “shoot down” order aimed at Flight 93…
When passengers were on the verge of victory…
Mineta was omitted from the final report…
Many other matters they dismiss and distort…  (chorus)

© 2005 Victor René Sadot/BMI/Orbian Love Songs

Cheney's in the Bunker

"Ball Crusher" - Steppenwolf (vinyl)

A parody update by Vic Sadot of the Phil Ochs' 1966 classic, which Vic Sadot released under license on 9/11/11 on the CD titled "9/11 Truth & Justice Songs", which is now available on CD Baby! Lyrics below!

Love Me I'm A Liberal - Post 9/11 Parody by Vic Sadot

I cried about them killing the Kennedys
Tears ran down my face
And I cried about the murder of Martin 
I thought it was such a disgrace!             
But don’t talk to me about “conspiracies”      
There are “lone nuts” all over the place!           
So love me, love me, love me!     I’m a Liberal!

I go to peace vigils and rallies
It puts my poor conscience at ease
And I vote for the Democratic Party
Though I know it’s the corporates they’ll please
At least they’re the lesser of two evils
The hipper of hypocracies!
So love me, love me, love me!    I’m a Liberal!

GW was a national disaster! 
And Cheney, a national disgrace!
Using big lies and terror and torture!
To wage wars and put puppets in place!
But I cheered when Obama bombed Libya!
Cause killing was correct in that case!
So love me, love me, love me!    I’m a Liberal!

I cheered when Obama was chosen
My faith in the system restored
Though he sold out to AIPAC and the Banksters!
I’m sure our rights won’t be ignored!
And he won’t talk about Revolution!
Or a Health Plan that’s just and assured!
So love me, love me, love me!    I’m a Liberal!


Oh the people of Mesopotamia
Should all hang their heads in shame
Now I can’t understand how their minds work
They're all Muslims! So they must be to blame!
And if you talk “9/11 Truth” to my children…
I hope the cops take down your name!
So love me, love me, love me!     I’m a Liberal!

Yes I read Daily KOS and The Nation
I’ve learned to take every view
I’m for Israel and for occupation
I feel like I’m almost a Jew!
And when it comes to Iraq and Afghanistan
There’s no one more red, white, and blue!
So love me, love me, love me! I’m a Liberal!

I vote for the Democratic Party
They want UN Troops to be strong!
I attend all the Bob Dylan concerts…
He sure gets me singing those songs!
Now I can’t send the money you ask for
But I send my best wishes along!
So love me, love me, love me!    I’m a Liberal!

Sure once I was young and impulsive
Wore ever conceivable pin
Even went to anti-war meetings
Learned to sing “Blowin’ in the Wind”
Ah but I’ve grown older and wiser
And that’s why I’m turning you in!
So love me, love me, love me!    I’m a Liberal!

Parody Version Copyright 2011 by Vic Sadot

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