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Dec. 29, 2016 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Push your vocal, push and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, out the marching tune.
Warrior pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
Which arrived upon your shore by the rising of the moon Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light War was passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon At the rising of the
moon, at the rising of the moon And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon Greetings from the Northwest homeland, comrades.
It's December the 29th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, this is our annual year-end all-music show here on Radio Free Northwest.
This will run for pushing two hours, and so it won't go on to a single 80-minute CD, for those of you who do transfer these shows onto disc.
Every year, I try a different kind of presentation for this all-music show.
Some years I do a kind of chronology or musical march through time, usually beginning with a Sekilos song, which is almost 2,000 years old, and working my way forward in time through the Middle Ages and the Civil War right on up to Waylon Jennings or something recent like that.
Sometimes I just play my favorite mellows from the show over the past year in no particular order.
And sometimes I just play any damn thing I want.
Now this year, hell, I got some time, so let me just diddle with it and see how it shapes up.
Okay.
Obviously, there was one major overriding event in the year of our Lord, 2016, which overshadowed everything else and controlled the narrative like nothing else I can recall in my own lifetime, with the possible exception of the Vietnam War.
Only in the case of Donald Trump, it was all concentrated into about a 16-month period.
Now, it's still too early to say what the ultimate result of Trump's elevation to the presidency will be like.
It could be anything and everything from a God-given miracle to an utter catastrophe, or anything imaginable in between.
We just don't know, and he's not even in office yet as I speak, so I won't go into that now, but Donald Trump has made this year truly memorable, and so it's proper that I kick this show off with some Trump-related audio.
Now, remember that whatever may happen under President Donald Trump, probably the most important thing is what will not happen.
This man, orange hair and Jewish kids and dirty talk and everything, saved us all from a monster.
A woman who, in my opinion, is clinically insane, as well as vicious and actually metaphysically evil.
This country could not have survived eight years or even a couple years of Hillary Clinton.
If the borders were to remain completely open, as they are now, then there would have been economic, legal, and societal collapse in the United States, and we would enter the world of soylent green.
Thanks to Donald J. Trump on the morning of November the 9th, the world heard America sing.
The Wicked Witch
The Wicked Witch The Wicked Witch The Wicked Witch Sing it, I sing it, love.
Big dog, the wicked wicked day.
It's time to make America great again.
We got leaders moving on.
No one to take their place.
They all end up the same.
Disgrace upon their face.
The more our leaders lie, the more they swear to tell the truth.
What's a country coming to that's already gone to hell?
We got riots on our streets, and when the cops are called in, they can't even do their job because of Ferguson.
Racial leaders run their mouth, the stories they do tell.
What's a country coming to that's gone to hell?
What's a country going to hell coming to?
The cards are stacked against us, and we all know it's true.
Well, it's time to stop corrupting.
The drunk card's overdue.
What's a country going to hell coming to?
Emails for the truth It's all over CNN Private service of the wicked Mingazi will never end There are
evil people playing God, baby parks are now to sell What's a country coming to That's already gone to hell Our jobs are getting fewer Corporations giving in Most have moved overseas It's killing
us, my friends We struggle here in the USA White collars turning blue What's a country that's already gone to hell Coming to What's a country gone to hell Coming to The cards are stacked against us And we all know it's true When it's time to stop corruption The trump cards
overdue What's a country gone to hell Coming to The illegals cross our borders And we gladly let them in We feed and clove and sheltered them taxes Paid by Americans ISIS wants to kill us all Including me and you What's a country gone to hell Coming to
Well there once was a time When nades made relief Over six millions died Still it's hard to believe Our courts keep passing laws That let the devil rule What's a country torn apart Gone to hell Coming to What's a country gone to
hell Coming to The cards are stacked against us And we all know it's true Well it's time to stop corruption The trump cards overdue What's a country gone to hell Coming to What's a country gone to hell Coming to
I've named the Jews Stein after Stein Every last
sentence Terrible hate crime.
Tasted Trump steaks.
I've cooked a few.
I've had cockserv- He
brought us hats and dubstep and everything that goes with it.
Let's build the wall.
But they said Jeb was chosen.
A bush couldn't lose.
Donald stumped him and everyone else in the race, even Lion, Ted Cruz.
We are the champions, my friends.
We're beating up Shantland till the end.
We are the champions.
We are the champions.
No control losers, cause we are the champions.
We are the champions, my friends.
We're beating up Shantland till the end.
We are the champions.
We are the champions.
No control losers, cause we are the champions.
We are the champions.
That was the Fifth Estate with Ding Dong the Witch is Dead, followed by Kenny Lane and Loudronics.
Now, one of the developments I was pleased to see continue during 2016, partly because of the Trump campaign, and partly just on its own, was the development of our own media.
Now, most of these people, for obvious reasons, do not use their own names on YouTube or the Internet, and I suspect that some of them use more than one pseudonym.
For example, I know that Morikyu is not the name of an individual, but a group, including several young women.
So I'm a little bit hazy on the exact performance artists here in some cases, but let's listen to some of the new white music that's hitting the internet.
Lift up your gates, the Arya Nation marches.
Our world is free, the Arya Nation rules.
So comrades all oppressed by powers of darkness, we overcame them with the force of light.
So comrades all oppressed by powers of darkness, we overcame them with the force of light.
Lift up your hearts, the Arya Nation rises.
Our race is free, the world belongs to us.
The age of light, the dawn of the Hanu morning, will raise again our sacred swastika.
The age of light, the dawn of the Hanu.
I've fleed, feared for neither fire nor sword.
A hundred fights have I fought, and yet ever I had victory.
The age of light, the dawn of the Hanu.
The fall of the blood, dear.
Dear.
Holy bloodline, of the balsons.
Wold and born descendants.
Leaders and heroes.
Awaken to be your heritage.
A village.
Despite how I fought and yet ever I had victory.
I'll see you next time.
Take a light for you to rise to listen once again.
Cause we find ourselves on the internet, singing, crashing, and all the fights.
Maybe it's the way we're taught, or maybe the way we've fought, but one thing's not certain, we can't wait to be in it, for each day's a chance we are lost.
Some think there's nothing left to carry, but the mentality is insane.
Cause we find ourselves on the internet, singing, crashing, and all the fights.
Come on!
Sing it!
Yeah!
Thank you.
I said dwell on fascist past, like memories seem to fade.
No colors left, forgets the heads, and Jews are gassed away.
But these ideas rise to walk again, with lessons truly learned.
When the fire rises in our hearts, shall all our enemies burn.
Must it take a light for each of our eyes to listen once again?
Cause we find ourselves on the internet, singing crashing lullabites.
The light.
Thank you.
First, there we heard from the well-known YouTube artist Goyam Goddess.
No idea who she really is in real life.
Then our own British singer and songwriter Arlen Bran with Call of the Blood.
Then came a flogging Molly knockoff called Fashy Lullabies, which you'd get if you were into the alt-right.
And I honestly don't remember who sings that one.
And finally, for all you movement old-timers, the classic Built Up and Knocked Down by the late, great Ian Stewart and Screwdriver.
Now, in addition to music for the past several years, the alt-right has been producing some of the funniest comedy available on the net.
Now, I'm going to restrict myself to playing just one of these pieces on this show, and yeah, it's pretty raunchy, but you need to realize that over the summer, this very situation has been arising all across the country.
To basically allow drag queens and so-called transgenders to use women's bathrooms.
Now, when I was growing up, the idea that any such issue would ever arise in any sane country would never even have occurred to anybody.
Boy, you sure gotta climb a lot of steps to get up that Capitol here in North Carolina, but I wonder what that androgynous little building the steps is doing there.
I'm just a bill But I'd like to be Jill And I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill Where I am all dolled up And I'm feeling really pretty But I gotta take a leak And I'd like to do it sitting Oh,
people sure are making a big fuss over boys using the ladies' bathrooms.
Oh, I'm not a boy.
And that's because those laws are hate speech.
Hate speech?
Yes.
See, transgenders want to use whatever bathroom they feel like.
But some businesses and organizations complained and said they didn't want grown men next to little girls in public stalls.
So the state legislature passed laws requiring that people use the bathroom based on the gender they're bored with.
You mean like, if you have a penis or a vagina?
No, see, because gender's non-binary.
Take me.
I consider myself gender fluid.
Gender fluid?
Yes.
See, that means I can change my gender on any given day based on how I feel.
And if people question me, I'll just call the ACLU.
Wow.
And you can biologically function as either gender?
No.
But to even point that out is hate speech.
Oh, no.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I'm just a bill, but I hope to be Jill.
And if I don't pee, I'm going to be ill.
But now I'm stuck with no access as I sit here and wait while celebrities and Tumblr blogs yell and debate.
Oh, man, I need to drop a dude.
So I hope and pray that I Listen to those people arguing.
Is that all over your gender identity, Bill?
Jill?
Jill?
Yeah, and I'm one of the lucky ones.
Most transsexuals never even make it this far.
I hope they let me use whatever bathroom I want or I may die.
Die?
Because the trend is suicide rate so high.
Really?
Statistically observable, and shockingly so.
And it doesn't get any better even if we go through with the surgery.
So Bill, even without your penis, they still won't let you use the ladies' room?
Oh, I still have my penis.
An overwhelming majority of transgenders never go through with the full transition.
Oh no!
Oh yeah!
I'm just a Bill, but I'd like to be Jill.
And I'm demanding bathroom access at will.
Oh, I'm coming for your showers, too.
Oh, you know at 8, but I will.
For today, I am no longer Bill.
Gee, Bill, if you don't want to be a woman so bad, Why don't most transgenders just go through with the surgery?
Because my sex organs would forever be non-functional.
My body would even try and close it as a wound.
Gee, so you never go through with the sex change operation, and if it can change from day to day, how do we know who's sincere?
You'll just have to take their word for it or risk getting sued.
Sounds a whole lot more confusing than basic biology.
Biology is just a social construct.
Why should I have to conform?
It's everybody else who should change.
Oh, I hope and pray that they will.
But today I'm still just a bill.
Congratulations, Bill.
You can use whatever bathroom you want.
And I can keep my c***.
You can keep your c***.
Oh, yeah!
Okay, now we can get on to the real music.
I've always advocated the establishment of the Northwest American Republic in part so that white people the world over will have some place to go.
A place to escape to where they can live out their lives.
Without the constant threats and insults and degradation of life under liberalism and all its many gruddy manifestations, right now there is no such place anywhere on the earth.
But in my own youth, there was.
Two places, the nations of South Africa and Rhodesia, and in late 1973 I went there and stayed until 1976.
I actually don't talk about that...
Part of my life too much because, frankly, it's too painful, and it's one of those cases where if you didn't go there and see for yourself, you just won't understand what once was and what we lost.
Now, suffice to say that neither of these countries was as advertised, at least not as Americans saw them.
They were not the great white paradises that we thought they were.
They were something unique, something that belonged in that part of the world.
But both, in their own way, were wonderful and magical experiences, and I will be forever proud and glad that I saw these nations and peoples before they perished from the earth.
Now, I'm going to play two songs for you now by the Rhodesian singer John Edmund, songs that I remember hearing on the RBC when I was over there, and also a song in Afrikaans about the Boer War, called De la Rey, about the Boer general and guerrilla leader, Kus De la Rey, from the Afrikaner artist Bock van Blerk.
Music
Her daddy went to fight for the green and white She won't forget that day They were all at the old row hall As the convoy pulled away Her daddy went to fight for the green and white It was hard to say goodbye We're good
The Greatest Show.
Oh, green, heard her mother say.
Green and white, you're flying in the blue of Asian sky.
Green and white, you know that we'll all love you till we die.
Her daddy went to fight for the green and white, but now they're not alone.
They were all of the old girls and the old girls.
Her daddy went to fight for the green and white, because he's a great thing.
Tall and lean in his jar, heard her mother say.
Green and white, you're alive, you're a good nation strong.
Green and white, you know that we all love you till we die.
Green and white, you're flying...
We fought them at the Bonko, it was just the other day.
They laid an ambush in our path, we went another way.
To capture Bulawayo and stop a fearful war.
The Salisbury Horse, Victoria Rangers and the Old Cape Corps.
On the first day of November of 1893, We fought the Manabili at the Battle of Bendesi.
We formed a logger on a hill at midday for a rest.
We saw in so many regiment towards the west.
They were a fearful sight, and near 6,000 warriors, we stopped them on the run.
The bravest of the brave could never match the Maxon gun.
On the first day of November of 1893, he fought the man of Philly at the Battle of Pembezi.
On the first day of November of 1893, he fought the man of Philly at the Battle of Pembezi.
He fought the man of Philly at the Battle of Pembezi.
The Battle of Pembezi
And the dance He is the heart of a man With deeper and deeper He will see it still On my heart The love of the wind Transva
Delaray, Delaray You will come to the boer Come to the Lair Delaray General, General So you will come to your heart
General, Delaray Delaray, Delaray You will come to the boer Come to the Lair General, General General So you will come to the Lair Delaray What my friend and my kind Leer in a camp and for God And you will come to
the Lair And you will come to the Lair For a nation that will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair
And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair And you will come to the Lair Delaray,
Delaray, sal jy die boere kom lui?
Delaray, Delaray, generaal, generaal, Sien man sal ons om jou val, generaal Delaray.
Delaray, Delaray, sal jy die boere kom lui?
Delaray, Delaray, generaal, generaal, Sien man sal ons om jou val, generaal Delaray.
Generaal, generaal, sal jy die boere kom haan.
Delaray, Delaray, generaal, generaal, Sien man sal jy die boere kom lui?
Delaray, delaray, generaal, generaal, Sien man sal jy die boere kom lui?
Delaray, delaray, generaal, generaal, Sien man sal jy die boere kom lui?
Delaray, generaal, generaal, generaal, Sien man sal jy die boere kom lui?
Delaray, generaal, generaal, generaal, generaal, Sien man sal jy die boere kom lui?
Delaray, generaal, generaal, generaal, generaal, Thank you.
Okay, now here's a few numbers for all you militaria enthusiasts out there.
First off, a French march called Sambre et Muse, which comes from the Franco-Prussian War of 1870 to 1871.
Now, the French got their asses kicked.
An interesting testimony to what happens when they try to fight the Germans without the whole rest of the world on their side, but they did get this pretty cool march out of it.
Next comes Cara al Sol, which is the anthem of the Spanish fascist party, the Falange.
Founded by José Antonio Prima de Rivera, who was murdered by the Communists at the beginning of the Spanish Civil War in 1936.
The last war that the good guys won.
This song became the unofficial theme for the entire nationalist side during the war, and for all practical purposes, the second national anthem of Spain throughout the Franco era.
And I think all of you will recognize the third number in this set.
The End
So Right.
Last week I did a long spritz on the show about misogyny and the movement, and I think here I'll prove my own lack of it by throwing in a set by three female singers.
The first is Julie Fowles, the Scots Gaelic folk singer, with The Maiden and the Water Horse, which is a very old song and has to do with some kind of encounter between a girl and a sea serpent or lake monster of some kind.
Possibly the Loch Ness Monster, I don't know.
I've looked for an English translation and I can't find one.
Then comes Lorena McKennett, whom I consider personally to be Canada's greatest singer, worth any ten Celine Dion's, and finally Hilary Burnham with a couple of old murder ballads.
Thank you.
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He let her up and to dry, E-he-ha, me bunny-o, The king of her, papal, sing boy, The swan snims upon you.
The swan snims upon you.
He made up pins of the fingers fair, E-he-ha, me bunny-o, You might have strings of a golden hair, The swan snims upon you.
He made up of a breastbone, E-he-ha, me bunny-o, The stride had begun to burn along, The swan snims upon you.
And there does sit my father the king, E-he-ha, me bunny-o, And yonder sits my mother the queen, The swan snims upon you.
And there does sit my brother you, E-he-ha, me bunny-o, And all he believes sweet and true, The swan snims upon you.
And there does sit my father the king, And all he believes sweet and true, E-he-ha, me bunny-o, And drown me for the sake of a man, The swan snims upon you.
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Polly, pretty Polly, Won't you go along with me?
Polly, my pretty Polly, Go along with me, Before we go along with me,
get married some pleasure we will see well she jumped up behind him and away there did go she jumped up behind him and away away let it go
over the mountains and the valleys so low oh Willie oh Willie I'm afraid of your waves oh Willie oh Willie I'm afraid afraid
of your waves I'm afraid you need to lead my poor body astray and Willie oh Willie I'm afraid for my life oh Willie oh Willie I'm
afraid afraid for my life I'm afraid you need to murder me and leave me behind Paulie my pretty Paulie you guessed it about right oh Paulie my pretty
Paulie girl you guessed it just about right I've been digging on your grave here for the best part of last night I've been Thank you.
Seems to me I haven't had any good old Irish rebel songs on for a while.
What always struck me was how well these could be adopted for use in our struggle for the Northwest Republic.
Indeed, I did adapt a number of them for use in the Northwest novels.
There are many sighs too, the troubled times in Ireland.
Here's a kind of funny sight about a motor car that we launched with Dr. Johnson.
Just on my brannigan's corner, one morning I did stray.
I met a pedal rebel, and to me did say, We aboard this from our captain to assemble at Dunbar.
But how are we to get there without a motor car?
Oh, parley, dear, beyond which here I'll tell you what we'll do, just special as they are.
Hooray!
And we get the boys running to ride in Johnson's motor car.
When Dr. Johnson heard the news, he soon put on his shoes.
He said, this is an urgent case, there is no time to lose.
He then put on his caster hat and on his breast a star.
You could hear the tin all through Glen Finn of Johnson's motor car.
Oh, but when he got to the railway bridge, not a horse he saw there.
Oh, Johnson knew the game was up, but I had a lady's fare.
He said, I have a permit to come near and far.
To hell with your English permit, we want your motor car.
What will my loyal brother think when they hear the news?
My car, it has been commandeered by the rebels at the loose.
We'll give you a receipt for it, I'll sign my Captain Barr.
Have an ironing yet, sir, freedom, while you get your motor car.
They put that car in motion, and they'll look to hold them.
With guns and bennets shining, which made old Johnson grip.
And Barney, I said the ship went like a brother, like a star.
And the gift of the cheers for the IRA and Johnson's for the car.
We'll raise our voices in Ireland, whose praise glad are our hearts today.
For Ireland's sons have proved their worth in the good old IRA.
All cards from well for Roisin do, but we are record made.
In good old Cork, in babe West Cork, the third West Cork Brigade.
The blackened hands to Ireland came to send us to their doom.
Their daughtiest warriors, solid war, in lorries from the crew.
But until Michael's bloody fight, their country, the horse was stayed.
In good old Cork, in Maine West Cork, the third West Cork Brigade.
Then across Barney's battle, our gallant boys saw red.
For ten to one, the Saxon host, we bore our hunts of fled.
And all the hills, we made our way, while our gun hyper-played.
Our boys fought well in every fight.
We need not call a name.
But Commandments, Dales and Barry are now well known to fame.
Napoleon's battle, our gallant boys fought well in every fight.
And all the hills, we made our way, while our gun hyper-played.
We shall forget how come rae's brave will fail.
Some sleep today in mavel's graves, but soon their deeds will tell.
In Great Fall Island, brave and free, we'll have their names displayed.
In Gold Old Cork, in Fane West Cork, in Kirk West Cork, the game.
you you Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Macom and Spain brothers.
Thank you.
My spurs are rusted, my coat is rent, my plume is damp with rain.
And the whistle down in my barley beard I've begun my horse's mane But my rifle's as bright as my sweetheart's eyes My arm is strong and free What care am I for your king or lost?
I'm an outlawed raparine Lift your glasses, friend And give your hand to me.
I'm England's fall, I'm Ireland's friend, I'm an outdoor rapery.
The mountain cavern is my home, up high in the crystal air.
And my bed of limestone, iron rib, and the brownies smelling Let George or William only send his troops to Bird or Lou.
We'll meet them of an equal round, and we'll fight them foot to foot.
Lift your lasses, friends with mine, and give your hand to me.
I'm England small, I'm Ireland.
I'm an outlaw rapery.
Hunted from out our father's foe, pursued by steel and shot.
But bloody warfare we must wage, or the gibbet be our lot.
Our father's glorious welcome work, the hunted outlaw knows.
He steps unto his country's love for the forces of his foes.
Lift your glasses, friends, with mine, and give your hand to me.
I'm England's small, I'm Ireland's grand, I'm an old-law raparee.
I'm England's small, I'm an old-law raparee.
Okay, that was Macom and Clancy, Derek Warfield, and the Macom and Spain brothers.
And having played the Irish stuff, it's time now for some of my other favorite kind of mellows.
What they used to call back porch music back home.
Hey!
Okay.
What they used to call back porch music back home.
What they used to call back porch music back home.
What they used to call back porch music back home.
What they used to call back porch music back home.
What they used to call back porch music back home.
What they used to call back home.
Okay, that was Michael Daves and Friends, the Dillards, and Mike Cross.
Right, I've got about half an hour left here, and I think I'm just going to fill up the remaining time with just whatever I feel like.
Stuff I like.
and we'll see where that goes.
Are you going to scabble a fan?
As we say it was merry in time.
Remember me to always stand.
He was once a true lover man.
Have him try me an acre of land.
Was these angels very entire?
Between the sea and all of us stand.
Then he'll be a true lover man.
God and the Lord is impossible to ask.
God and the Lord is impossible to ask.
God and the Lord is saved.
Thank you.
Ontario Justice in Ontario Justice in Ontario Justice
in Ontario Justice in Ontario Justice in Ontario Justice in Ontario Justice in Ontario
Justice in Ontario
Justice in Ontario Up from the streets on the day.
Rastry bound if we didn't all drown.
The marks of our fetters we carried.
From the rusty iron chains we cried through our wings.
For good women we lived in sorrow.
As the mainsails unfurled our kisses we hold.
Of the English and thoughts of tomorrow From the mouth of the fall we fell ill to the soil For down below Jack's we've aligned Old Dorothy's scream driven out from a dream Of a vision of old Robert Hunt As the sun burned the
crew, we de-stuck the crew Dan O'Connor was done with a fever Sixty rebels today bound with four-block navy How many would each save this evening?
Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry We'd close in the
hill, this half our old fuck this road And our ship down to like Mars in the valley White horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking soles too heavy's by toile Five weeks south to
sea, we were down for the free Burying our comrades each morning And in our own sight we were lost in time And in our own sight we were lost in time And in our own sight we were lost in time
Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry
Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry And in his life he's a hero for a man To end out his whole life in slavery When the climate is wrong And the gun makes the law Neither in nor in care for gravy Twenty years have gone by I've ended my bonds My comrades go swore beside me But a rebel I came
And I'm still the same And a cold and as a night You will find me Yeah Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry
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Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry
Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry Oh, he wish I was back home in Derry I started off with Scarborough Fair from Medieval Babes, and then Steve Earle gave us Justice in Ontario, Hair of the Dog with Back Home in Dairy, and that one-hit wonder, Social Distortion with Bad Luck.
Okay, I figure that'll about do it for this year's all-music episode of Radio Free Northwest, and I hope you guys enjoyed it, and you had a great holiday season, because no joke, people.
Some serious times and serious things are coming soon, and we're going to have to get out in front of them.
But right now, our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310, or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Unabon.
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