http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O7GXdfJ2nxE

Quick Solidarity Notes Choir performance at a transit station in Vancouver of a song by David Rovics, in front of Coke advertising , just before transit police arrive. Coke is an official sponsor of the 2010 Olympic Winter Games in Vancouver beginning Feb. 12.

Lyrics to Drink Of The Death Squads :

Coca-Cola came to Colombia Seeking lower wages

They got just what they came for

But as we turn the pages

We find the workers didn't like the sound

Of their children's hungry cries

So they said we'll join the union

And they began to organize

So Coke called up a terrorist group

Called the AUC

They said "we've got some problems At the factory"

So these thugs went to the plant

Killed two union men

Told the rest, "you leave the union

Or we'll be back again"

Now Coke did not complain

About this dirty deed

Why give workers higher wages

When Coke is all they really need

They phoned the AUC

Said "thanks, without you we'd go broke

And to show our appreciation

Hi folks, Another doctor who provided abortions has been murdered in the US, this time in Kansas. He had already been shot back in 1993. Google Dr. George Tiller and you'll find out lots more. I'll get a scratchy MP3 of the song up on http://www.myspace.com/davidrovics soon, but here's the lyric...

In the Name of God

I woke up this morning And I turned on the news

It was a Sunday morning They were sitting in the pews

The doctor's wife was in the choir She was about to sing

She saw it all in front of her And she heard that awful ring

In the name of God

he held his pistol Pointed at the doctor's head

In the name of God

he pulled the trigger Now the doctor's lying dead

Dr. Tiller had a family Three daughters and a son

Two girls were both doctors Who were proud of what he'd done

They knew someone had to do something Before they left this world behind

If it wasn't them then who would serve The cause of womankind

In the name of God...

This is not Afghanistan It's the Heartland USA

ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER CLEANS UP THE CITY

I was a clerk there: I've seen the greed

How wealth and power eat hope and need

Now they're eating each other but they're still screaming '

No interference' - I start dreaming

'Self regulation?' OK,

I say 'I'm a stockbroker - let's do it my way'

And that's the beginning of this little ditty:

Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!

Each gets a red nose so everybody knows

Just who they are and where all our money goes

No more speculate, no more accumulate

- This is a lifestyle we're going to eradicate

Dealers on the floor meet squads of the poor saying

'Here's the twist, Oliver - we want more

Work for us or we take the whole kitty'

Attila the Stockbroker cleans up the City!

'Hello Mr. Hedge Fund, have a cup of tea.

Financial Services Authority? Me.

You're a parasite on the population

Convicted of criminal speculation

Time to atone for a life so greedy

- Twenty years working for the poor and needy.

Want to appeal? Try the Central Committee