 Out at Yucca Flats, our trucks were winding down to the testing site. They had a bomb out there, I still see it clear. Turn night to day, and day to endless night. 1100 soldiers, easy duty, combat pay, trucked out to watch that fireball. It wasn't what they told us, it was what they didn't say. They said the risks are all acceptable. Acceptable to who? You can fool yourself with numbers who pay the price alone. They marched us down, sat us on the ground, and I think they knew what they never said. Out loud, only shelter there, cause of the desert air. Hands to our faces, our backs to the deadly clouds. Ground was glowing, cherry root could not stand something deep inside me new. Just what the army put in that deadly time bomb? Started ticking, deep inside my bones it's ticking. Quick to understand, acceptable to who? You can fool yourself, but you pay the price. And this is mine, I still can't quite believe. Slow is a lousy pension for my widow. And I thought you'd hear this warning from one who's been hit by their testing sites and their guards. Cause that time bomb still is ticking, and it's right in your backyard. And if you knew what you were getting into, what it finally all comes down to. Maybe you, when I'm dead, would say, where to you it's true. Acceptable to who? They can fool you, pay the price alone. I guess you know there's a whole hullabaloo going on down at Diablo Canyon right now too. They built a plant down there, but now they can't figure out how to tear it down or fix it. It's all wearing out. Lucky us, huh? We are the nuclear generation folks, and this is not going to be such a doubter, but you can't get away from issues, right? If you come to hear me sing, you're going to hear some issues. Okay. Yeah, yeah, you know. I mean, otherwise you're sleeping through it, right? You're sleeping through your life. Anyway, this is one written by Psycon, and he's mainly a labor organizer, but he's also a great songwriter. And he wrote, this is a country western song, but I appropriated it. So, okay, kick it off. When you see me on the You nearly shift your load Take another look, good buddy That's when you nearly leave the road Ain't you never seen a truck driving warm by foot frame Use your imagination I'm right behind you in the left hand lane Don't you try to buy my coffee Cause I ain't your good time girl I am a truck driving woman I got my five kids waiting when I end my run Being Georgia with the rising sun I gotta be in Georgia with the rising sun Hear my diesel moan Don't you whistle at me, buddy Cause I might not be alone I might have my own man beside me I'll let him shift my gears if that's the way I feel He's working with a load of steel You know she's gonna have some ups and some downs She's gonna have plenty of obstacles But she's gonna make it Understand the man's patience, it's beyond belief To spend all these years pouring through And transcribing and correlating and editing and indexing All this pull-over from this crazy old lady Anyway, never mind, on we go So for a few minutes, does anyone have any questions for either of us? When is the video documentary going to be broadcast? And where? Ah, good question, I don't know yet It's currently with PRI And if they distribute it That means it basically goes nationwide Which would be very exciting There's one down here too Oh, she has a microphone No fair asking what I wear under my coat I'm from the country that you worked so hard to try to stop the war I'm from Vietnam, and I thank you for your anti-war work Thank you for being here But I wanted to know what inspired you to use your music for the anti-war movement Well, I think the thing is I've always been doing I grew up in Detroit, Michigan Which is a place that's always had a lot of turmoil And then, I guess at some point in my life I became what you'd have to call And what probably many of you here wouldn't call yourself If you wanted to put it that way I became anti-imperialist So I just was kind of linking it all up And that's what parrot on it was in a way I was linking it together Because I could see the problems are mostly generated From that great generator of American difficulties A lot of it, Mr. Kissinger has been lately Lately he's been showing up with his book And acting like a normal citizen Pardon my language, but he is a fucking war criminal So, Barbara There's another question over there I think we need some music now Can you give us some more music? Of course I can, but you know, gee whiz This one kind of sums up why I made the label War of the flea Deep inside the jungle You will find the flea Where the strongest bomb is human Who is bursting to be free Heart will find the way That will blossom in today To fashion up a garden So green before they came Our joy will be the sunshine Our tears will be the rain Deep inside the jungle You will find the flea Where the strongest bomb is human Who is bursting to be free This cave will be my shelter And the earth will be my bed And life will be the pillow Upon which I lay my head May come tomorrow, death may come tomorrow And dreams may come tonight Deep inside the jungle You will find who is bursting Where the strongest bomb is human I'm sorry I haven't got as much voice as I'd like to have tonight But we got a couple more songs I guess we'll get through those So this one I wrote Sometimes I write songs and write them down Sometimes I make them up while I'm in the middle of something And they're gone, you know I don't remember them, you know, part of the conversation But this one I purposely made a whole logical story And I think you'll relate to this one here It's called King Salmon Blues Salmon is the king of the sea What's it gonna? I've been given the signal we have one more song, so This is a wonderful song, I can't not do it You all know who Abby Lincoln and Jessing are, great Jessing Her poetic eloquence and her special musical gifts They all come together as she gets older She starts thinking about the fact that she's got a lot to say And she's never really buckled on and written her songs And so she did finally do that And she wrote some terrific things If you haven't looked into her later years You owe yourself a trip into that But I like this phrase, this quote about Abby Lincoln Somebody asked her how she would sum up things And she said, well, I had a chance to be myself And I was So I hope you all are being yourself Be real, be real Don't be afraid It's alright A figure made of clay I think about the things I've lost The things I gave a certain mood The house and look Each and every day Cause you can never lose a thing If it belongs to you There's a hand that rocks the cradle With a gentle clenched and open If you're needing it Each and every obligation To what we owe longing to Acknowledging if you throw it off The sunshine Thank you