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Wissotzky in the Night

My father was an anarchist, he drank
Wissotzky in the night. We'd talk about
Bakunin until the morning dawn.

There'd be workers’ committees and
syndicates, and free association.
And my father would say: "Oh,
my son, the Kibbutz ain't that bad
And, oh, we're godless Jews."

Working the land in a collective way
of life, cattle and chicken coops.
Organised from the bottom up,
mutual aid, and fish ponds.

There'd be no one beaten with the
peoples’ stick, and we'd all own the
fruits of our labour. And my father would say:
"Oh, my son, the Kibbutz ain't that
bad and, oh, we're godless Jews."

My father was an anarchist, he drank
Wissotzky in the night. We'd talk about
Kropotkin without lashing the wind.

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