Songs

A Nice Quiet Boy

Patty Zeitlin lives in Seattle and has been writing songs since the 1950s. She has collaborated on many recordings which have influenced an entire generation. Early childhood teachers will know "Spin, Spider, Spin," "A Castle in My City," "Won't You Be My Friend?," "Rainy Day Dances: Rainy Day Songs," "A Song Is a Rainbow," "My Mommy Is a Doctor" and many others. Several folks in SFFMC sing her song, "The Miller." She also writes musical theater and her play, "Long Ago, Right Here" has been performed in several cities. She is a long-standing member of the Children's Music Alliance and is now studying Dr. Marshall Rosenberg's techniques of non-violent communication. The lyrics of "A Nice Quiet Boy" were taken from newspaper quotes of neighbors about the perpetrators of the Columbine school massacre. It appears on her most recent recording, Angels and Vegetables, available for $15.00 from Bullfrog Ballades, 12233 Ashworth Ave. N. #40, Seattle, WA 98133.

A Nice Quiet Boy


The Breast of Justice

(to the tune of "The Sounds of Silence" by Paul Simon)

Mark Cohen was sorely missed at Camp Harmony this year. We hope to see him back with his bride, Jackie, and daughter, Shayna, next year. Here is one of his finest parodies.


Hello Justice my old friend, they're trying to cover you again
Because John Ashcroft softly weeping saw the photos of your breast peeping
And the proud metallic gleam in the flashing light gave him a fright
It was the Breast of Justice

Remember back in 'thirty-four? They placed you on the marble floor
Like a beacon in the dark you shone, like a goddess on a heavenly throne
And for years and years you proudly stood and glared at all who dared
To hide the Breast of Justice

While the people bowed and prayed to other gods whose games they played
You alone held up this warning to the ones whose fears were forming
And you told them, Justice will prevail, though a smug, self-righteous ape
May throw a drape across the Breast of Justice.

"Fools," you said, "You do not know. This metal skin is only show.
While you beat your breast in anguished pose because you happen to see mine exposed,
Do you think that a few yards of cloth will set you free?
Don't you see? It's just the Breast of Justice."

In every corner of the land wherever Justice takes a stand
Putting curtains up to hide the light will only make the truth burn twice as bright
And the world will know that the heart of liberty is beating free
Within the Breast of Justice.

The folknik song pages are lovingly produced by Barbara Millikan, Ray Frank and Kay Eskenazi. Kay produced pages 5 and 6 for this issue.

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