U.S. Provisional Authority ============================ TOP SECRET This package should only be used in case of constitutional crisis. This package has been provided to you for your use in helping to secure the Homeland against Evildoers. To order additional packages, write to the U.S. Provisional Authority, at the eMail address: orders at ProvisionalAuthority.us or visit the official U.S. Provisional Authority website: http://ProvisionalAuthority.us/ Copyright notice. This document, and the enclosed CD, are copyright © 2004 Laramie Crocker. The Bill of Rights. [Due to a provision of the paperwork reduction Act, the Bill of Rights has been omitted.] Sections of the U.S. Provisional Authority code have been reproduced here. ============================================================================== Section 45.8.9076.ii.3 Contents of enclosed CD Side 'A' Side 'B' ========= ========= 1. Timeslip #1 10. Code Red Coup 2. All My WMD's 11. Club Fed 3. Yes, Mr. Cheney 12. Hey Now! 4. Warmonger 13. Far Enough 5. Ridin' High 14. Cargo 6. Interlude: The Fall 15. Big Green Lady 7. Bombing for Peace 16. I Want My Country Back 8. The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism 17. Timeslip #2 9. Little Black Box Section 13.a.0. Suspects-at-Large, listed with their involvement and weaponry. Laramie Crocker All Vocals (except for "All My WMD's", with Wendi Olson). Guitars Sarăn Drum ("Far Enough") Joy Crocker Piano ("Warmonger", "Club Fed") Hammond B3 ("The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism") Randal Mitros Drums (except for "I Want My Country Back" and "Far Enough") Scott Amendola Drums ("I Want My Country Back" and "Far Enough") Michael Olivola Upright Bass Electric Bass Charlie Wilson Trombone ("The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism", "Hey Now!") Wendi Olson Vocal ("All My WMD's") Lewis Patzner Cello ("Big Green Lady" and "Cargo") Producer: Charlie Wilson Executive Producer: Laramie Crocker Recorded and Mixed by Bond Bergland Recorded at San Pablo Recorders, Berkeley, CA Suspects on songs 1. Timeslip #1 - Laramie (guitar, Saran drum), Scott (snare, cymbals) 2. All My WMD's - Laramie, Wendi 3. Yes, Mr. Cheney - Laramie, Randal, Michael 4. Warmonger - Laramie, Randal, Michael, Joy 5. Ridin' High - Laramie, Randal, Michael 6. Interlude: The Fall - Laramie 7. Bombing for Peace - Laramie, Randal, Michael 8. The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism - Laramie, Randal, Michael, Joy, Charlie 9. Little Black Box - Laramie 10. Code Red Coup - Laramie (guitar and Saran drum), Scott (snare, cymbals) 11. Club Fed - Laramie, Randal, Michael, Joy 12. Hey Now! - Laramie, Randal, Michael, Charlie 13. Far Enough - Laramie (vocals, guitar, Saran Drum), Scott (snare) 14. Cargo - Laramie, Lewis 15. Big Green Lady - Laramie, Michael, Lewis 16. I Want My Country Back - Laramie, Scott 17. Timeslip #2 - Laramie (guitar, Saran Drum), Scott (snare, cymbals) Section 11.L.l.i.I.0.O.o Internment Statement by suspect "Laramie Crocker" I would like to dedicate this album to all the artists, musicians, and grassroots organizers working to replace the Bush junta and to restore democracy to our great nation. This album represents musical and political thoughts I've worked on since the stolen election of 2000, the tragedy of 9/11, the further tragedy of the shameless manipulation of 9/11 for the Bush junta's own personal enrichment and not-so-secret agenda, and the enormous losses due to the unnecessary war in Iraq. But through singing and political organizing, I have found hope and inspiration. My songs are an attempt to mix a direct frontal assault on the Bush junta using the most powerful medium I know, with the need to communicate and share my feelings, emotions and thoughts with my friends, family, and fellow citizens. I hope that the songs inspire and humor as well as channel outrage into productive political power. I wrote all of these songs (lyrics, chords, and vocal melodies and harmonies) but I'd like to acknowledge the people who helped create the songs as you hear them now. I'm truly honored and inspired to have been able to play with musicians of such intuition, creativity, chops, and smokin' rhythm. With just a few rehearsals, and a few days in the studio as a band, these amazing musicians gave groove and life to the songs in a way I dreamed of, but could never have created without their individual art and collective magic. I would sing and play the songs for the band members and ask "what do you hear" or "fall in when you feel something". I'd push them one way or another a little, adjusting modes, tempos, and tones, but the lines, grooves, and arrangements all came together as a group effort, simply from inspired playing. Randal Mitros created all the funky, powerful drum grooves, after listening to me sing the songs and play guitar for him in his living room. I think he also sprouted a few extra limbs during the sessions. My mother, Joy Crocker, found notes within my chords that I didn't know existed, and brought her 70+ years of musical talent to every one of those notes. Michael Olivola created all the groovy bass lines, and played them spot-on with his prescient timing and lyrical intuition. Charlie Wilson created all of the wonderful horn lines and hits, and played them soulfully with his amazing tone. Scott Amendola Created the funky drum groove for "I Want My Country Back" and the tasty drum fills on "Far Enough". Lewis Patzner created the exquisitely phrased cello lines in "Cargo" and "Big Green Lady" -- any two of his notes are worth the price of admission. Michael and Charlie also helped develop some of the songs in rehearsals for the first live production of "U.S. Provisional Authority" in March 2004. Charlie Wilson did a wonderful job of producing the album, steering us to give energetic performances, and providing countless thoughts and decisions on parts, takes and arrangements. Bond Bergland is a master of the console and studio gear, and tirelessly endured long days on a cramped schedule to consistently capture all of the nuances the fine musicians created. In both tracking and mixing I've come to trust Bond's fantastic, nuanced ears and his finesse. Bond, Charlie and I collaborated on the production and I found the process to be very educational, supportive, and inspirational. I'd like to thank Wendi Olson from the bottom of my heart for being an endless source of inspiration and encouragement, for singing so sweetly on "All my WMD's", for helping with the song order and album concept, and for naming the song "Cargo". Clint Marsh helped to critique the songs on a scale from Beach Boys to Led Zeppelin, tweaked the odd lyric, and helped with the song order and album concept. The groove section in "Warmonger" was inspired by Jenny Scheinman's beautiful, groovy instrumental piece "Charade". I want to thank my father Richard Crocker and step-mother Gloria Crocker for enduring solo performances of the nascent songs in their living room, and for helping me print up music charts late nights before the sessions. We had a number of fun rehearsals at Joy's church, Trinity Methodist Chapel in Berkeley, which is a beautiful space in which to make music, and I'd like to thank the pastor Kim Smith and the staff at Trinity Methodist for allowing us the use of the space. And, of course, Joy Crocker and Richard Crocker for bringing me into the world and raising me up in a house filled with music, five-dollar words, intellect, and critical thinking. Working with all these great people to create this music has brought me extreme happiness such as I haven't felt in several years. -- Laramie Crocker July, 2004 Berkeley, CA Section 100000000001.1 Lyrics for "All My WMDs" All my weapons of mass destruction Don't know where I left them All the bombs I left behind I think I'm gonna lose my mind if somebody don't help me find my weapons of mass distruction I looked everywhere out in the yard, in the shed, but they ain't there in the closet down the hall in my golf bag or under my bowling ball All my weapons of mass destruction Don't know where I left them all the bombs I left behind I think I'm gonna lose my mind if somebody don't help me find my weapons of mass distruction The dog ate my homework The check's in the mail Come this Tuesday I'll pay you back I swear Al Queda's tied to Iraq They've got nuc-u-lar weapons And little Tubes of Aluminum I saved the receipts From all the Anthrax we sold to 'um All my weapons of mass destruction Don't know where I left them all the bombs I left behind I think I'm gonna lose my mind if somebody don't help me find my weapons of mass distruction Section CH-09.87.a6 Lyrics for "Yes, Mr. Cheney" I was losin' Gubernational polls no matter what we spent Oh the millions Pappy laid out, they didn't make a dent He said there's just one thing to do, George, dry out and repent! So I got me born-again, my polls went up fifteen per cent Then my Pappy came and told me that I could be the president Well I sat him right down and asked him, what that meant He said you get to be the honcho, ruler of the land. (Then he got me Mr. Cheney, but I still don't understand) Got move up to Washington Got me a funny looking round office I ride around in big long limousines Everybody calls me "Sir" And all the Pork Rinds and pretzels I can eat Satisville, Texas style I'm livin like a D.C. Hillbilly Yes, Mr. Cheney, we'll do it your way Mr. Cheney knows how to win election day Get Jeb to fix Florida, but that's only half the fun Pappy's gonna git the court to say that we have won When they complain that we're from Texas and they say we're lilly white We'll just get that feller Collin Powell and it'll be alright. Brown sugar lady Rice, oughta cover two more bases Then we can get get the good ol' boys for all the other places Yes, Mr. Cheney, we'll do it your way Mr. Cheney says he knows how to win election day Get Jeb to fix Florida, but that's only half the fun Pappy's gonna git the court to say that we have won Mr. Cheney says we've got lots of work to do We need homeland security before we're through Four years to securitize before election day Mr. Cheney says we won't let voters get in the way Yes, Mr. Cheney, we got some work to do But I don't understand it all so I'm a-counting on you. Yes, Mr. Cheney, we've got work to do Gotta fix this constitution thing before four years are through Mr. Ashcroft said that dissent is just treason I said "Hold on John, can't you just give me a reason" He said "I'm sorry, Sir, your question fits the test Now come along with me, George, cause you're under arrest" Yes, Mr. Cheney, we got some work to do But I don't understand it all so I'm a-counting on you. Yes, Mr. Cheney, we've got work to do Gotta fix this constitution thing before four years are through Section Aa.b.45-2 Lyrics for "Warmonger" All our hard won liberties Rockwell jobs for you and me's misiles, tanks and tractor-ies it helps build the factories that help us to build more WAR but that's what our taxes are for all the war machines we have in store my god we'd have to feed the poor if we didn't have war oh what would we do without war diplomacy diplomacy diplomacy is such a chore what would we do what would we do so, what would we do without war nothing left to be fighting for no monster behind the closet door no patriotism in question no liberals in detention no jihad no slayers no quaking taxpayers oh the rich would all become poor! the rich could not afford to buy themselves a senator but that's what they're there for to stand up and vote to stand up and vote Senator, stand up and vote for more vote for more WAR what would we do without God what would we do without God no praying on the floor no praying for more war no sanctimonious piety have faith 'cause God talks to me God give us strength God bless this war my god is much much better than yours no jihad no crusade without this god we made no way to fight a holy war what would we do without God God talks to me God talks to me God talks to me when he wants more when he wants WAR what would we do without war what would we do without war no G.I Joe no army men no doom no quake no level 4 what would we give for xmass what would we give for xmass no toys round the tree on the living room floor no ammunition from the wal mart store oh what would we do without war oh what would we do without war peacetime can be peacetime can be peacetime can be such a bore Section 454676.001 Lyrics for "Ridin' High" Four bucks a gallon is a heavy price to pay but I cashed my tax-free dividends, get out of my way when I'm ridin' I'm comin round the mountain, 4-wheelin round the bend got 4 wheels spinnin on my Mercedes Benz I'm ridin' My 4 wheeler cost more than the 4 walls of your shack but it's tax-deductible, so I'm gonna get it back when I'm ridin' [chorus] I get an elevated feeling; ridin' way up here It's like a novocaine high; flying without fear ridin', ridin', ridin' high, I'm ridin' My other car's a hummer, it's a 4 wheeler too better run for cover 'cause I'm a hummin over you My hummer's got the power of a loaded Mac truck double steel bumpers, and a machine gun mount for luck when I'm ridin' My other car's a Lincoln, you know I ride in style 4 wheel drive and leather seats, a gallon for every mile a gallon, for every mile, for every mile, for every mile, mile, mile, mile cell phone driver better git back in yer lane I'm gonna disconnect you, gonna cause some pain when I'm ridin'; when I'm ridin' when I ride right up your bumper, when I roll on down your hood your best deal on your little car, ain't gonna seem so good 'cause you're sittin in your tin can, but I'm ridin' in my train I told you once, told you twice; git out of my lane four bucks a gallon is a heavy price to pay but I cashed my tax-free dividends now get out of my way when I'm ridin' Section B-98234.001 Lyrics for "Bombing for Peace" Nothing spells Freedom Like the good old U.S.A. And nothing says peace and love like 6000 bombs a day We're bombing for freedom and the great, American way where our favorite sons live rich and free and bomb 'til Election Day Chorus: We're bombing for democracy, bombing for peace We're bombing for diplomacy and an American Middle East We're bombing for the children and humanitarian relief For the love of our Christian God and great white man's belief and we're bombing and we're bombing and we're bombing bombing for peace Who will rebuild Iraq if we don't bomb it first Who can teach the love of christ without a fuel-air bomb burst We'll send 400,000 troops to rain victory on the land and 60 soldiers with bags of food to lend a helping hand [chorus] In these troubled times we must give like a thousand points of light to our troubled sisters Shell and Exxon who hunger in the night. One day rich white boys and girls can gather together and sing sing I have a dream today let profits ring we're bombing for Chevron, we're bombing for Shell we forgot about Osama, but we'll bomb Iraq to Hell We're bombing for the children and humanitarian relief For the love of our Christian God and great white man's belief and we're bombing and we're bombing and we're bombing and we're bombing bombing for peace Section ..5.5. Lyrics for "The Nattering Nabob of Nepotism" Yes, I partied hard, drank my wine scooted through the National Guard, I did my time but after all of these things I've done still hurts to know I'm not the favorite son Daddy don't love me anymore Daddy don't love me anymore Gonna go start my own war Call on Brother Jeb, when you wanna get things done Jeb was gonna be the chosen one brother Neil, the smarter one yah Neil, was always the favorite son Daddy don't love me anymore Daddy don't love me anymore Gonna go start my own war Section h3LL.001 Lyrics for "Little Black Box" Little black boxes in cute little rows screen that says "touch me", so cheerfully glows no paper trail, a make believe poll cast your vote down the memory hole chorus: The little black box where your little vote goes down and down the memory hole O where o where did your little vote go nobody knows little black box little black box little black boxes all in a row No printouts, no proof, nothing to show golden eggs of democracy where did you go? the foxes have taken the chickens below [chorus] round and round and round she goes where she stops nobody knows place your bets, hold your nose cross your fingers, cross your toes Section a.b.c.d.z.1 Lyrics for "Code Red Coup" ... 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Section 9.tr-00098-9.a Lyrics for "Club Fed" Come on Saddam, please don't cry did you really think we'd hang you out to dry all those years and years ago we promised you the best now it's time for you to join the rest of the shahs and sheiks and generals on the run stay on the payroll, enjoy the Sun it's a tradition: the welcome party's begun avoiding extradition was never so fun chorus So come on down, you washed up dictators enjoy the sunshine, watch out for the 'gators come on down, come on down to Club Fed it's the place to hide, when the world thinks you're dead take care of business from overseas you can live here in style indulging all your fantasies virgin girls, and whipping-boys who like to role-play come on down to Club Fed: have it your way Saddam, you're booked in palace 21 It's got a built-in dungeon for your kind of fun living here beats a life on the run yes, we faked all the photos -- you can stay here with your sons trust the man in the suit when the borders are closed the CIA will bring you here, when you're deposed just like Dorothy, you can never go home there's so many friends to meet, you'll never be alone meet Noriega, we tired of his rule there's Imelda Marcos, her shoes look so cool the Shah of Iran, he's nobody's fool you can meet Osama, hanging out down by the pool Section 23.907.a.1.8.a Interview: The making of "Hey Now!" with the G Dub Crew. G Dub: Yo yo yo wassup everybody out in TeeVee land. I know you was waitin for our funky fresh new song, all about how we protectin yo asses, watchin yo backs, you feel me? Yo we went to th' gig, you know, ready to bus' some rhymes, and this fool up in there wit a megaphone! You feel me? Smooth AshKroft: Yeah, baby, it was cool though, you dig? Cuz like, man, this cat was in tight with the rhythm section, see, so we, uh, just lef' the tape rollin, you dig? Slicksville, baby. Con Dee L' e-Z: Huh, me? Oh I dunno, I just love to dance to this song! G Dub: Yo, baby! Why you gotta ... dang! Don' mind her. Anyway, like I was sayin. Me an my posse got it goin on wit this groove, an this fool up in there interuptin us wit his megaphone style ... seem like he got the last word, but you know .... Rummy Rum: Heh heh, that's right. We, uh, well, you see what happened to him at the end of the recording ... heh heh, while he was running away ... heh heh .... Che-Money: Go $%$@@! f**&^$#!$ yourself Fresh e Fleish: OK, now, that's all the time that G Dub Crew has time for,... I'm sorry but you'll have to turn the tape off now. Section 23.907.a.1.8.b Lyrics for "Hey Now!" chorus: Hey now, Where you gonna go when they "say step over here" Hey now, who do you know, when they say "listen up queer" Hey now, where you gonna go, when they give you the fear [Welcome George W. Bush] We won the cold war fair and square, 30 years of profit from that scare Beat the Ruskies with our plan, now we need a new boogie man We paid Columbia's terrorist thugs, we called it the war on drugs Need to scare up some new taxes, so welcome to the evil axis Do you know how your money's been spent by the court-appointed president He said "I need two trillion, to even the score gotta get me some gear for the third world war." Hey now, where you gonna go, kangaroo court needs you for the show [Welcome Mr. Ashcroft says] Full fair trials, we Guarantee, but you can't watch, don't bring your attorney Classified evidence, can't show you, just believe us when we say it's all true Got to protect The American Way, never mind, If you can't have your say Don't go whining about duress, we'll shut you up like we shut up the press Dissent is just a word for Treason, Hunt the protestors: they're in season We're gonna keep it under raps, Just like we did to the Japs Lock them Mooslims in camps, towelheads and dirty tramps Cavedwellers, they're not urban, every terrorist wears a turban Hey now, this is a test, five thousand or more under secret arrest Hey now, but don't feel blessed, 'cause the Patriot Act's gonna get the rest Hey now, what you gonna do, Ashcroft's gonna come for you. [Sing it, Ashcroft ...] We don't need the constitution, got a marshal law solution Got them towelheads in detention, we don't need Geneva Convention We don't need U.N. resolution, we don't pay restitution Taliban slipped from reliance, So now we pay the Northern Alliance Clinic bombers, Black Church burners, we don't show them on Ted Turner's Just the mooslims, hated and feared, Every terrorist wears a beard Unless we pay them, as moonlighters, then we call them freedom fighters Harbor terrorists, you gotta pay, but buy our bombs we'll let you play First we're doin' airport security, then we gonna get a little more dirty Gonna come to your house in the middle of the night, make sure that you're actin' right We been watchin your email, don't pass "Go", just go to to jail Got a plan, gonna put through, for the terrorist groups like the ACLU Hey now, I can't be, a war protestor in the land of the free Hey now, I hope you can see, you can't trade freedom for security Bye Bye now, I gotta flee, they got my momma now they're comin' for me Hey now, Where you gonna run, when they've got you under the gun Hey now, Where you gonna run, when they've got you under the gun Hey now, Where you gonna run, when they've got you under the gun Section 999.6.3 Lyrics for "Far Enough" High enough, I'm not high enough High enough, I'm not high enough My Apache's too low, they're shootin stingers at me I'm not high enough I'm not high enough Bush sent me here to get Saddam I wish he'd send me home to chill with my mom lock and load and head to Baghdad I wish I was home hangin out with my dad Bush says support me here in Iraq he sent 100,000 body bags so I can go back travellin in style, zipped up tight come home in my bag under cover of night unreported casualty, video game war I'm not a man or a face, I'm just part of the score Far enough, I'm not far enough Far enough, I'm not far enough Iraqi fire in front, friendly fire behind I'm not far enough I'm not far enough Operation Desert Storm, a big success Freedom for the world and all the rest saved the King of Kuwait, all his oil and gold there's part of the story that has not been told how my brothers and sisters came back from the war with a mystery disease never seen before now it's 12 years later and the goverment denies there's a problem here, that the babies die Far enough, I'm not far enough Far enough, I'm not far enough breathin gas on the line, is it theirs or mine I'm not far enough I'm not far enough 300,000 soldiers have Gulf War Syndrome the DVA says shut up and go home no universal health care for those who fought congress passed the law, Bush said NOT gotta pay for health care from their small pension there's one more point I got to mention Bush passed a law on day three No overtime for troops, just work for free If that's support, don't raise my bail I'll be sittin at home in a military jail I won't fight a war with Depleted Uranium poison gas and radiation knockin my cranium Far enough, I'm not far enough Far enough, I'm not far enough I can see Iraqi children when I drop my bombs I'd rather watch the lies on CNN at home with my moms I'm not far enough I'm not far enough I'm not far enough ... Section 0.00.0 Lyrics for Cargo leaving for home I'm leaving for home I'm leaving this country I'm leaving this country on the long ride home I came as a passenger came as a warrior came as a passenger I am the messenger on the long ride home looking up I see through my gauzy view I see Red, White and Blue I see Red, White and Blue over my eyes looking up I see my mother over me the man in the suit talks about bravery talks about honor and glory she doesn't see glory honor duty or country she sees me she sees me under Red, White and Blue with tears in her eyes came as a passenger came as a warrior came as a passenger I'm going home as cargo I'm going home as cargo on the long ride home salute me carry me salute me pray for me on the long ride home on the long ride home Section 8.7 Lyrics for "Big Green Lady" Here I stand talking to a big green lady, in the middle of the night Here I stand with a candle in my hand, holding vigil in the middle of the night I'm tired and I'm hungry, yearning to breathe free Now that I need you most won't you hold on to me In the middle of the night In the middle of the night there you stand with your lamp held high and burning bright In the middle of the night there you stand by the golden door, shine your light I'm tired, hungry, yearning to breathe free won't you hold me now Lady Liberty In the middle of the night "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." In the middle of the night The darkest hour is not before the dawn, its it in the middle of the freakin night. Homeland Security - the noose is on they're cinching it up tight One more chance for democracy I hope this time we get it right! I'm troubled and I'm weary but I'm not to tired to fight! Here I stand talking to a big green lady in the middle of the night Here I stand with a candle in my hand holding vigil in the middle of the night I'm tired and I'm hungry, yearning to breathe free won't you hold me now Lady Liberty In the middle of the night In the middle of the night Hold on to me, Lady Liberty Lady Liberty Section A-ii-04.4.6 Lyrics for "I Want My Country Back" [Dream #1] I want to dream again, for the future I want to dream, not fear for the past I don't want to live in a world of fear, greed and hate when the time of hope, peace and love has come at last I want my country back no war on the poor no war in Iraq I want my country back no nuclear strike; pre-emptive attack I want my country back I want my country back I want my country back from a stolen election; and a stab in the back [Dream #2] I want to dream again, for the future I want to dream, not fear for the past I don't want to live in a world of fear, greed and hate when the time of hope, peace and love has come at last I want my country back The Bill of Rights is under attack! I want my country back no police state, no PATRIOT Act I want my country back I want my country back I want my country back If you try to get a green card they're gonna put you in a sack! [Dream #3] I want to dream again, for the future When I sing about love not yet another anti-war song we don't have to live in a world of fear, greed and hate 'cause the Doctor is in, we're gonna to take it to the streets 'til its blue states runnin' from coast to coast I want my country back I Can't afford healthcare for my heart attack I want my country back we need healthcare and schools like they wanna give Iraq I want my country back I want my country back I want my job back I tried to pick up a hammer but they gave me the Axe! I tried to pick up a hammer but they gave me the Axe! I want my country back no war on the poor no war in Iraq no nuclear strike; pre-emptive attack no police state, no PATRIOT Act no stolen election no stab in the back I want my country back Now I'm not down with the political machine but I'm proud to be a democrat with Howard Dean I want my country back I want my country back I'm sick and tired of being Bush-Wacked!