En enkel sang om anstendighet

Et forslag til et sceneinnslag, som jeg vel kanskje kom på for 16 år siden – og som kanskje er enda mer aktuelt i dag? Det var den gangen jeg hadde en liknende dress som nedenunder, jeg kom på innslaget: Sangen heter En enkel sang om frihet. Du trenger svart dress, en barkrakk og helst et kor i bakgrunnen. Og – en noenlunde habil sangstemme i underholdningsvise-sjangeren. Da er det bare å sette seg ned på barkrakken, med det ene benet på bakken, og det andre benet på den nederste stålrammen – og synge teksten under (engelsk versjon - A simple song of freedom), til forsvar for menneskets verdighet. Flott låt! 

Come and sing a simple song of freedom

Sing it like you've never sung before

Let it fill the air

Tell the people everywhere

We, the people here, don't want a war.

Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me?

I don't want your diamonds or your game

I just want to be someone known to you as me

And I will bet my life you want the same

Come and sing a simple song of freedom

Sing it like you've never sung before

Let it fill the air

Tell the people everywhere

We, the people here, don't want a war.

Seven hundred million are you listening?

Most of what you read is made of lies

But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun

To wake to in the morning when we rise?

Come and sing a simple song of freedom

Sing it like you've never sung before

Let it fill the air

Tell the people everywhere

We, the people here, don't want a war.

Brother Solzhenitsyn, are you busy?

If not, won't you drop this friend a line?

And tell me if the man, who is plowing up your land

Has got the war machine upon his mind?

Come and sing a simple song of freedom

Sing it like you've never sung before

Let it fill the air

Tell the people everywhere

We, the people here, don't want a war.

No doubt some folks enjoy doing battle

Like presidents, Prime ministers and kings

So let's all build them shelves where they can fight among themselves

And leave the people be who love to sing.