1. christiania:

    Bevar Christiania

    In ‘67 it was abandoned as a military base
    In 1971 it was squatted
    Folks needed some land to implement their plans
    And make the new society they had plotted
    Some moved into barracks, some built little shacks
    Of all sorts of dubious design
    Some built cafes and workshops, built windmills, planted crops
    Painted things the color of sunshine

    Folks came for the ride, from up and down, far and wide
    To find out just what was going down
    From Jutland and from Greenland, India and Holland
    Everybody came to Kobenhavn
    An opera, a jazz club, a sauna and a hot tub
    A Pusher Street where you could get your hash
    The best falafel in town, beer to wash it down
    Lots of space to eat and drink and smoke your stash

    Bevar Christiania
    May Christiania always be
    Bevar Christiania
    May the Free State remain free

    It became the center of tourism in Denmark
    Christiania was the very place to go
    Folks came to see the house, to wander by the water
    And to watch the hippies grow
    The state left it alone or at least that’s how it was
    Before the Left Party was elected by the Right
    They said Christiania should be “normalized,” broken up and capitalized
    They said this massive hippie commune is a blight

    (Chorus)

    The cops developed a new beat right there on Pusher Strreet
    Then came one day to bulldoze someone’s shack
    Several dozen women and men built the house again
    And by the morning the place was back
    Now it’s been some time and to stop communal crime
    The government is at it now some more
    All that they can say is these hippies have to pay
    And they say they’re gonna raze it to the floor

    (Chorus)

    The powers that be just can’t stand to see
    This example of a world without cops
    Overwhelmed by what they saw, life with the Common Law
    It’s too much for them, they want to see it stop
    They cut Ungdomshuset short, but the Free State’s got support
    From young and old, here and everywhere
    The rulers may not know, but they’ll reap the seeds they sow
    And soon they’ll have a million communards shouting in the air

    (Chorus)

    A song for my favorite international community, the 1,000-member urban commune in the middle of Copenhagen, Christiania.

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    9 months ago  / /Source: christiania