So, I was the ONLY REMAINING ONE in the theater, after the showing was over; it was a late-night show, the last one, and not very well-attended at that. There was nobody in the theater left, but me and the Usher.

Those who left, missed some GREAT MUSIC! For instance, the following Woody Guthrie song. I thot it was Johnny Cash singing it; but the Usher told me, it was Merle Haggard. I guess they sound somewhat the same. I tried to LOOK at the Credits, for the music; but the credits went by too fast!

Michael Moore, among his other great talents, really knows how to make the musical score, underline his message!

This was the very LAST song on the soundtrack; and I was the only one in the theater, to hear it! {Besides the Usher!}

HERE IT IS, JUDGE FOR YOURSELF: {Anybody got the Merle Haggard tape?}

"Jesus Was A Man", by Radical/Socialist/Anarchist/Famous Social Change Artist, Woody Guthrie: {Oh, I can hear it in my head, right now!} {Some slight changes of words, only made it better & more relevant!}

Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land
A hard-working man and brave
He said to the rich, "Give your money to the poor,"
But they laid Jesus Christ in His grave

Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty little coward called Judas Iscariot
Has laid Jesus Christ in His Grave

He went to the preacher, He went to the sheriff
He told them all the same
"Sell all of your jewelry and give it to the poor,"
And they laid Jesus Christ in His grave.

When Jesus come to town, all the working folks around
Believed what he did say
But the bankers and the preachers, they nailed Him on the cross,
And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave.

And the people held their breath when they heard about his death
Everybody wondered why
It was the big landlords and the soldiers that they hired
To nail Jesus Christ in the sky

This song was written in New York City
Of rich man, preacher, and slave
If Jesus was to preach what He preached in Galilee,
They would lay poor Jesus in His grave.

Well, again, those darn credits rolled by too fast for my old eyes to make out WHO was singing it! and in this case, the Usher couldn't help me! He had never looked! I am really DYING to know!!! Never HEARD of such a thing, before!!!!!

So any of you, who go to the movie "Capitalism; a Love Story", PUH-LEEZE STAY TILL THE VERY, VERY, VERY END of all the Film Credits; and then tell us ALL, who that fabulous singer, was! {I am not familiar enough with Pop music, to recognize anyone's voice. I suppose it was someone well-known.}{And if you can, tell us who wrote that fabulous version! if it wasn't the singer, himself!}

Again, some of the words were changed a bit; but still, in the SPIRIT; altho "more modern" and colloquial. Like, "the whole darn human race" and "all the beautiful people"; instead of the stodgy 19th-century words. It is a translation from the French, anyway; and never sounded quite right in English! Until now!

I am sure it is a unique version: and I am dying to know, by who!!!

Here is the stodgy, stuffy, old-fashioned version: without that SWING BEAT AND RHYTHM  to it!!!!!!!

The Internationale

Words by Eugene Pottier (Paris 1871) 
Music by Pierre Degeyter (1888)

Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old tradition
And spurn the dust to win the prize.  

So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.
So comrades, come rally
And the last fight let us face
The Internationale unites the human race.  

No more deluded by reaction
On tyrants only we'll make war
The soldiers too will take strike action
They'll break ranks and fight no more
And if those cannibals keep trying
To sacrifice us to their pride
They soon shall hear the bullets flying
We'll shoot the generals on our own side.  

No saviour from on high delivers
No faith have we in prince or peer
Our own right hand the chains must shiver
Chains of hatred, greed and fear
E'er the thieves will out with their booty
And give to all a happier lot.
Each at the forge must do their duty
And we'll strike while the iron is hot.

The Internationale was written to celebrate the Paris Commune of March-May 1871: the first time workers took state power into their own hands. They established in the Commune a form of government more democratic than ever seen before. Representatives were mandated on policy questions by their electors, they were recallable at any time and were paid wages that reflected those of their constituents. The Commune was a working body, not a talk shop. The distinction between legislative and executive arms of government was abolished. Marx's Civil War in France is a superb account of the history and significance of the Commune. The Commune was drowned in blood by the conservative French government in Versailles, cheered on by the ruling classes of the world.

Workers have adopted a similar pattern of organisation whenever they have challenged the capitalist class for state power: in the form of the Soviets in Russia in 1917; collectives in Spain in 1937; the Workers Council of Greater Budapest in Hungary in 1956; the cordones in Chile in 1973; and, in many respects, Solidarity in Poland in 1980.