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Amanda Palmer - The Ukulele Anthem (Occupy Wall Street 10/12 NYC)

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Uploaded on Oct 12, 2011

Amanda Palmer playing Ukulele Anthem at Occupy Wall Street in NYC.
Here are the song lyrics:

sid vicious played a four-string fender bass guitar and couldn't sing
and everybody hated him except the ones who loved him
a ukulele has four strings, but sid did did not play ukulele
he did smack and probably killed his girlfriend nancy spungen if only sid had had a ukulele, maybe he could have been happy
maybe he would not have suffered such a sad end
he maybe would have not done all that heroin instead
he maybe would've sat around just singing nice songs to his girlfriend so play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong
'cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn't mean you're failing
do your homework with a fork
and eat your fruit loops in the dark
and bring your etch-a-sketch to work
and play your ukulele ukulele small and forceful
brave and peaceful
you can play the ukulele too it is painfully simple
play your ukulele badly, play your ukulele loudly
ukulele banish evil
ukulele save the people
ukulele gleaming golden on the top of every steeple lizzie borden took an axe, and gave her father thirty whacks
then gave her mother thirty-one, and left a tragic puzzle
if only they had given her an instrument, those puritans
had lost the plot completely
see what happens when you muzzle
a person's creativity
and do not let them sing and scream
and nowadays it's worse 'cause kids have automatic handguns
it takes about an hour to learn how to play the ukulele
about same to teach someone to build a standard pipe bomb
YOU DO THE MATH so play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong
'cos even if your grades are bad, it doesn't mean you're failing
do your homework with a fork
and eat your fruit loops in the dark
and bring your flask of jack to work
and play your ukulele ukulele, thing of wonder
ukulele, wand of thunder
you can play the ukulele, too
in london and down under
play joan jett, and play jacques brel
and eminem and neutral milk hotel
the children crush the hatred
play your ukulele naked
and if anybody tries to steal your ukulele, let them take it imagine there's no music, imagine there are no songs
imagine that john lennon wasn't shot in front of his apartment
imagine if john lennon had composed "imagine" on the ukulele
maybe folks would have more clearly got the message you may think my approach is simple-minded and naïve
like if you want to save the world then why not quit and feed the hungry
but people for millennia have needed music to survive
and that's why i've promised john that i will not feel guilty so play your favorite beatles' song
and make the subway fall in love
they're only $19.95, that's not a lot of money
play until the sun comes up
and play until your fingers suffer
play LCD soundsystem songs on your ukulele
quit the bitching on your blog
and stop pretending art is hard
just limit yourself to three chords
and do not practice daily
you'll minimize some stranger's sadness
with a piece of wood and plastic
holy fuck it's so fantastic, playing ukulele
eat your homework with a fork
and do your fruit loops in the dark
bring your etch-a-sketch to work
your flask of jack
your vibrator
your fear of heights
your nikon lens
your mom and dad
your disco stick
your soundtrack from "karate kid"
your ginsu knives
your rosary
your new rebecca black CD
your favorite room
your bowie knife
your stuffed giraffe
your new glass eye
your sousaphone
your breakfast tea
your nick drake tapes
your giving tree
your ice cream truck
your missing wife
your will to live
your urge to cry
remember we're all going to die
so PLAY YOUR UKULELE

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