I know the police cause you trouble They cause trouble everywhere But when you die and go to heaven You find no policeman there - Woody Guthrie

You will never find peace with these fascists
You'll never find friends such as we
So remember that valley of Jarama
And the people that'll set that valley free.
From this valley they say we are going
Do not hasten to bid us adieu
Even though we lost the battle at Jarama
We'll set this valley before we're through.
All this world is like this valley called Jarama
So green and so bright and so fair
No fascists can dwell in our valley
Nor breathe in our new freedoms air.

I’d give my life just to lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars

If you walk across my camera I will flash the world your story.