- tune: Sweet Betsy from Pike
by Carolyn Hale
Come all you great leaders at Olympia’s heart—
Don’t fail the needy, please do your part.
We hear you support us, but wait in the cold.
Funded programs are coming, we’ve been told and told.
The counselors are caring, but they need real pay,
And time to help clients, not just wave “g’day.”
If we can fund stadiums, fund care programs, too!
Let caring increase! We are talking to you!
There a proven care program call PACT to consider.
Set’s stand up together and show: NOW DELIVER!
Come all you great leaders at Olympia’s heart!
Yes, hear our plea and please do your part.
Singin’ too rah di oo rah li oo rah li ay.
Sing’ too rah lioo rah li oo rah li ay!
tune: Sweet Betsy from Pike
Come all you great leaders
At Olympia’s heart
Don’t fail the needy
Please do your part.
We hear you support us
But wait in the cold.
Funded programs are coming
We’ve been told and told.
The counselors are caring
But they need real pay.
And time to help clients
Not just wave “g’ day”
If we can fund stadiums
Fund care programs too
Let caring increase
We are talking to you!
There are proven care programs
Singin’ Toorah li oo rah li oo rah li ay. Singin Too rah li oo rah li oo rah li ay
- tune: Be Kind to Your Web-footed Friends
BE kind to the mentally ill,
For that kook may be somebody’s mother
Be kind to the weird in the street
They are some of the smartest folks you’ ll meet.
Now, you may think that drugs are a cure Well, they AREN’T
You are kind to your poet friend Lyn
You know she and the Grannies are kin
You’re kind even when she is late
And has put much too much on her plate.
Now, you may think that she’s scatter-brained
Well, she is!
- by Carolyn Hale, Laurie Rostholder, Monica Zucker
- tune: Button Up Your Overcoat
I am seeing scary things.
No one does but me.
I can’t afford my meds.
Why aren’t they free?
Spent three days in hospital,
Gave me some bus fare.
Is there a place for me?
Can’t remember where.
Do I have food to eat?—no, no.
Place to sleep?—no, no.
Care and friends?—no, no.
Make a scene and end up in the pokey.
Fewer beds are there for me.
I need help, not jail.
We need to organize—
Must the system fail?
- tune: When the Saints Come Marching In
When care is spelled L-O-V-E,
When care is spelled L-O-V-E,
How I want to be in that number,
When care is spelled L-O-V-E.
When health care is a right for all…
When mental health gets parity…
When people’s needs come first of all…
When facts are known and stigma ends…
When the message is that treatment works…
When care and hope give us new strength…
- by Monica Zucker
- tune: On the Street Where You Live
You must understand why we live out here.
You must know that we need not be any cause of fear.
We need treat-ment, and insurance,
Or we can’t leave the streets where we live.
There are centers now where we could get care.
If you’d fund them we’d escape this awful, long nightmare.
No more jailing, no institutions—
We’d get off of the streets where we live.
And oh, that wonderful feeling!
To have care and jobs and a life,
And homes that further our healing,
And lives restored and joy and freedom from strife!
So fund mental health just like heart disease.
Take us off the streets and shelters and the jailhouse—please!
Let us live our lives with our families—
And not die on the streets where we live.
- by Carolyn Hale
- tune: I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy
Mental illness, hell, I’m (we’re) crazy,
But there is a person here.
I am (we are) taking medication
Whose names make me (us) despair.
Every day we are courageous.
People need to know the scoop:
We need housing,
We need jobs,
We need kind attention
To be a member of a group.
We’re not strangers and we’re lonely.
Why don’t you want us around.
We’re ignored and forgotten—
No wonder our anger abounds.
No one seems to want to help us
With the services we need.
Fifty million suffering persons
Waiting for acceptance—
One in four is in your family! (whisper: WOW!)