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Wow, just think if speech was as limited then as it is now, we would not have the songs Of Phil Ochs or Joe Hill.

Joe Hill and IWW are still inspiring workers everywhere to organize and fight like hell!

Phil, was the person Bob Dylan pretended to be.

Heartbreaking...

Speaks so powerfully to us today in these post-Johnson and Trump days. RIP Phil.

if other people sing a song about you .... rest in peace Mister Hill

Can someone explain the joke about Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor as Joe Hill and the IWW for me? I figure it's a reference to a movie I'm not familiar with.

As you can hear, Phil woke up Bobby D to the world. Bob acknowledges it now. Love both of them. Life-changers for me. Many thanks to whomever provided this to us.

In my subconscious, I was looking for this tune.

The Ballad of Joe Chill I dreamed I saw Joe Chill, last night, Outside The Rivoli, Says I, “You killed my mom and dad,” “I know I did,” says he. “I know I did,” says he. “In Gotham Town, “ I says to him, “Where decency has fled, You’ll never face a murder charge, Though Mom and Dad are dead, Though Mom and Dad are dead.” “The cops don’t care about you, Joe, That vow they take’s a lie. But, some day I will be a MAN. And I DO, Joe, says I And I DO, Joe, says I.” So, twelve years down, beneath my boot, Fear blazing in his eyes, I know what his kind tries to kill, Does only galvanize, Does only galvanize. From Central City up to Met, In each lab and meesrahd, Where decent men care what is right, They finish those like Chill, They finish those like Chill. I dreamed I saw Joe Chill, last night, Outside The Rivoli……….

Ideas are bulletproof...

Joe Hill was always on the line... 💖 🖐️😌🕊️

long live the union 2021! we can never give up the hope of a good and honest life.

joe Hill will live forever in our hearts. And so will the IWW.

Gracias! 🖤🖤🖤

I can listen to these story telling songs all day R I P to the greatest of songwriters

Words are powerful, songs even more...

Don’t mourn, organize!

love Phil Ochs. he and joe hill must be always remember. for a blessing.

Joe Hill actually never wrote any original songs but set words to popular songs of the era that everyone already knew. (Much like Phil Ochs is here putting lyrics to a song of another's writing) Unlike the other song, made famous by Joan Baez, Joe Hill was not killed by the Copper mine officials. He apparently showed up at a doctor's office with a bullet wound and refused to explain how he got it. After trial after trial and appeal after appeal Joe made no attempt to defend himself. And he was shot by a firing squad. There is no indication that he was an organizer or had anything to do with union work other than belonging to the IWW like millions of other folks. Blaming his membership in the IWW was used as an excuse for his guilty verdict. Only a few years later the famous case of Sacco and Venzetti was heralded as a miscarriage of justice and their membership in anarchist organizations and their foreign birth were blamed on the outcome. Neither case was ever "solved" but no other person was found to be a suspect. So much for marching for causes of people who find themselves in bad situations, sometimes of their own making.

Takes more than guns to kill a man said Joe I didn't die

105 Years ago on this day, Joseph Hillstrom was murdered by the state of Utah on false pretenses. Don't mourn, organize!

105 years ago and still alive in song

This Skinhead salutes Joe Hill

I've seen that face.

This is sad as shit, good luck to all who are organising against Capitalism and Oppression.

100 years after Joe Hill was murdered a criminal despot was installed as president.

Good luck to all of you!

Just received my sabocat flag!!

The only song on Tape from California I couldn't get through. A very hard song to like if you are not a true Leftist. Carry on Trump! just kidding. The lyrics are not full of Phil's great wordplay and the melody simple and bland. Love Tape for Cali and Half a Century high and most of the songs. Phil you set the bar too high by a half a century. Phil's best is Flower Lady, imo.

Joe hill was always on the line. Get organised lads

"DID YOU KNOW OR DID YOU CROW THAT THE🏴🌐 I☆W☆W☆🚩WAS FOUNDED HERE IN OREGON THE RAILWAY WORKERS &MINORS MADE A STAND BEFORE A KNEEL WITH OUT WORN OUT KNEE PADS THEY STOOD IN A SOLID FORMATION BEFORE COVID-19 . BLACK LUNG KILLING MORE WORKERS DOWN THE LINE THAN POLICE COULD LET OUT WHEN BLACK AFRICAN AMERICANS SPOKE UP&RAISED THERE VOICES THEY WERE SCILENCED AND THROWN INTO UNMARKED BURIALS&GRAVES AND WHEN THAT BECAME TOO MUCH TO HANDLE FOR THE STATE THEY TOSSED THE JOHN DOES AND UNKNOWNS DOWN THE EMPTY SHAFTS WITHOUT DIGNITY OR RESPECT WHATSO EVER IS THE HOLICAUST AND WHAT IS THE SHAFT OF DEATH CAN WE RIOT NOW?🏴

1925 dichtete Alfred Hayes eine sozialkritische Ballade mit dem Titel I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night, die später unter dem Titel Joe Hill bekannt wurde. de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Hill Hill's exhortation, "Don't waste any time mourning. Organize!", often shortened to "Don't mourn -- organize!", has become a widely-used slogan of the political Left, especially after a defeat or death. Hill was memorialized in a tribute poem written about him c. 1930 by Alfred Hayes titled "I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill Last Night," sometimes referred to simply as "Joe Hill".[31] Hayes's lyrics were turned into a song in 1936 by Earl Robinson, who wrote in 1986, "'Joe Hill' was written in Camp Unity in the summer of 1936 in New York State, for a campfire program celebrating him and his songs ..."[32] Hayes gave a copy of his poem to fellow camp staffer Robinson, who wrote the tune in 40 minutes.[33] en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Hill

Love Phil Ochs, but this is straight-up snatched from Woody Guthrie's "John Hardy". Surprised that Ochs doesn't at least acknowledge this in the song's introduction.

"For the songs that he made, he was carefully paid with a rifle bullet buried in his heart" Rest in Power Joe and Phil - songwriters of the people

Phil Ochs - another martyr.

Bernie 2020

Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores Looking for some work to do And the Statue of Liberty waved him by As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill As Joe come a sailing through Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes were high As he headed for the promised land And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work streets Before he began to understand Before he began to understand And Joe got hired by a bowery bar Sweeping up the saloon As his rag would sail over the baroom rail Sounded like he whistled on a tune You could almost hear him whistling on a tune And Joe rolled on from job to job From the docks to the railroad line And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote In his letters he was always doing fine In his letters he was always doing fine Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down Slowly turn the page And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks He had nothing to show but his age He had nothing to show but his age So he headed out for the California shore There things were just as bad So he joined the Industrial Workers of the World 'Cause, the union was the only friend he had 'Cause, the union was the only friend he had Now the strikes were bloody and the strikes were black As hard as they were long In the dark of night Joe would stay awake and write In the morning he would raise them with a song In the morning he would raise them with a song And he wrote his words to the tunes of the day To be passed along the union vine And the strikes were led and the songs were spread And Joe Hill was always on the line Yes, Joe Hill was always on the line Now in Salt Lake City a murder was made There was hardly a clue to find Oh, the proof was poor, but the sheriff was sure That Joe was the killer of the crime That Joe was the killer of the crime Joe raised his hands but they shot him down He had nothing but guilt to give It's a doctor I need and they left him to bleed But he made it 'cause he had the will to live Yes, he made it 'cause he had the will to live Then the trial was held in a building of wood And there the killer would be named And the days weighed more than the cold copper ore 'Cause he feared that he was being framed 'Cause he found out that he was being framed Oh, strange are the ways of western law Strange are the ways of fate For the government crawled to the mine owner's call That the judge was appointed by the state Yes, the judge was appointed by the state Oh, Utah justice can be had But not for a union man And Joe was warned by summer early morn That there'd be one less singer in the land There'd be one less singer in the land Now William Spry was Governor Spry And a life was his to hold On the last appeal, fell a governor's tear May the lord have mercy on your soul May the lord have mercy on your soul Even President Wilson held up the day But even he would fail For nobody heard the soul searching words Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail For 36 years he lived out his days And he more than played his part For his songs that he made, he was carefully paid With a rifle bullet buried in his heart With a rifle bullet buried in his heart Yes, they lined Joe Hill up against the wall Blindfold over his eyes It's the life of a rebel that he chose to live It's the death of a rebel that he died It's the death of a rebel that he died In this time in the cell he wrote to his friends And his wishes all were plain: My body can’t be found in this Utah ground, So they laid him on a fast departing train. Yes, they laid him on a fast departing train. And the rebel rode to Chicago town, There were thirty thousand people to mourn. And just about the time that Joe lay dying A legend was just a-being born. A legend was just a-being born. Now some say Joe was guilty as charged And some say he wasn't even there And I guess nobody will ever know 'Cause the court records all disappeared 'Cause the court records all disappeared Say wherever you go in this fair land In every union hall In the dusty dark these words are marked In between all the cracks upon the wall In between all the cracks upon the wall It's the very last line that Joe Will wrote When he knew that his days were through "Boys, this is my last and final will Good luck to all of you Good luck to all of you"

Working class power

yes we all know where Utah's at

I saw him at the Philadelphia folk festival 1968;; was wearing a bizarre USA costume

sounds like Foxygen - San Francisco

A remake of one of Joe's songs.... kzbin.info/www/bejne/rKW7pqGQhsahY68

JOE HILL= Immigrant, INSPIRATION, LEGEND, AND A TRUE AMERICAN!

"Fire - go on and FIRE!!!" - Joe Hill's Last Words before his executioners. My will is easy to decide For there is nothing to divide My kin don't need to fuss and moan "Moss does not cling to rolling stone" My body? Oh, if I could choose I would to ashes it reduce And let the merry breezes blow My dust to where some flowers grow Perhaps some fading flower then Would come to life and bloom again. This is my Last and final Will. Good Luck to All of you Joe Hill - Joe Hill's Last Will & Testament.

"In 1914, John G. Morrison, a Salt Lake City area grocer and former policeman, and his son were shot and killed by two men.[6] The same evening, Hill arrived at a doctor's office with a gunshot wound, and briefly mentioned a fight over a woman. Yet Hill refused to explain further, even after he was accused of the grocery store murders on the basis of his injury. Hill was convicted of the murders in a controversial trial. Following an unsuccessful appeal, political debates, and international calls for clemency from high-profile figures and workers' organizations, Hill was executed in November 1915. After his death, he was memorialized by several folk songs. His life and death have inspired books and poetry. The identity of the woman and the rival who supposedly caused Hill's injury, though frequently speculated upon, remained mostly conjecture for nearly a century. William M. Adler's 2011 biography of Hill reveals new information about his alibi, which was never introduced at his trial.[7] According to Adler, Hill and his friend and countryman, Otto Appelquist, were rivals for the attention of 20-year-old Hilda Erickson, a member of the family with whom the two men were lodging. In a recently discovered letter, Erickson confirmed her relationship with the two men and the rivalry between them. The letter indicates that when she first discovered Hill was injured, he explained to her that Appelquist had shot him, apparently out of jealousy." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Hill

There's Little bit of joe hill in all of us, most recently in Florida states MR A. Feis - god bless, and good luck to all of you.

Hang all fucking communists.

From the preamble of the Constitution of Joe Hill's labor union, the Industrial Workers of the World: "Instead of the conservative motto, 'A fair day's wage for a fair day's work,' we must inscribe on our banner the revolutionary watchword, "Abolition of the wage system." It is the historic mission of the working class to do away with capitalism. The army of production must be organized, not only for everyday struggle with capitalists, but also to carry on production when capitalism shall have been overthrown. By organizing industrially we are forming the structure of the new society within the shell of the old."