A folk song from December 2016 to mark the 65th anniversary of assassination of Florida NAACP activist Harry T. Moore and his wife, Harriette, on Christmas night in 1951. (lyrics) On Christmas night In 1951 A bomb it did explode And in the house above Sleeping in his bed Harry T. Moore was killed. (chorus) From Mims, Florida Its NAACP he led He fought for the right to vote And against cops killing prisoners. His wife, Harriette, Was also Injured in the blast And in a hospital 9 days later She, too, breathed her last. (chorus) The murder of the Moores Some called A lynching of a special kind And the Florida police Never did arrest The assassins who committed this crime. (chorus) But thousands rose up To take the place Of the martyred Harry T. Moore And they continue to fight And they won't give up Until the racist System falls. (chorus) Yes, on Christmas night In 1951 A bomb it did explode And in the house above Sleeping in his bed Harry T. Moore was killed.
An historical topical folk song from 2016 that revisits and raises some questions about the mysterious death in California of 1950's Hollywood movie star Marilyn Monroe in August 1962. (lyrics) (chorus) Two days before her press conference Marilyn Monroe was dead And her notebook diary disappeared With the star of Hollywood. (verses) They called her "Marilyn Monroe" And she planned to hold a press conference To talk about being used By the Attorney General and the President To complain about the false words Which each said to get her into bed And to reveal what she knew of C.I.A. plots To kill a Cuban government head. (chorus) She had thought that "Mr. President" Would make her the new First Lady But the White House stopped accepting her calls When it became too politically risky And after being passed to the Justice Department She wrote in her notebook diary Of her bedroom conversations about covert C.I.A. activity. (chorus) No matter how big a movie star Or how large are the crowds you attract If you mix in their power game of politics It can get dangerous to be near the top They'll exploit your popularity And spend nights with you secretly But they'll dump your body quickly When it threatens "The Company." (chorus)
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