Green Thursday, radio program, June 24, 1973, source recording

  • MORRIS KIGHT: because I don't want to be a murderer.
  • (Applause)
  • I don't want to work at the National Institute for Mental
  • Health because I don't want to treat dissidents and gays as
  • if they were sick.
  • I want to make a world in which we say,
  • no more can you do that.
  • The mental health industry must get off our backs.
  • The Church must reform itself.
  • The nuclear family must give way.
  • All of this society must give us room, room, room.
  • And you have taken it for yourselves.
  • And thus, as long as there is a breath of life
  • left in Barbara Gittings and me, any one of you,
  • we will not allow it.
  • So, let's do what Barbara says.
  • Let's practice and exercise in love.
  • Touch, feel, talk to somebody, kiss somebody, caress somebody,
  • enfold somebody into your love.
  • Pass the enormous amount of electric energy
  • that you have in you to someone else.
  • Pass it, pass it, share it.
  • Don't give it away.
  • Don't give it away to strangers.
  • Give it to your own people.
  • Give it to gay people.
  • That energy should be passing through us all of us
  • collectively, all over this land.
  • We're moving.
  • We're marching.
  • We're changing.
  • Brothers and sisters, I bring you nothing in the world
  • but total mad love.
  • (Applause)
  • SPEAKER: Thank you, Morris.
  • We love you.
  • (pause in recording)
  • SPEAKER: This is Pete Fisher coming up next.
  • (Music playing)
  • PETE FISHER: (Singing) Out of the closet, everyone.
  • The revolution has begun.
  • The times are changing and it's rearranging.
  • Out of the closet, everyone.
  • 2,000 years without the Sun.
  • The age of freedom has begun.
  • We are alive now, and love can survive now.
  • Out of the closet, everyone.
  • Don't be afraid.
  • Love will make you strong.
  • Don't be afraid.
  • Love goes on, and on, and on, and on.
  • We've lived in fear for far too long.
  • They told us that our love was wrong.
  • Open your heart now.
  • It's time to start, now.
  • Out of the closet, everyone.
  • Don't be afraid.
  • Love will make you strong.
  • Don't be afraid.
  • Love goes on, and on, and on, and on.
  • Out of the closet, everyone.
  • The revolution has begun.
  • You can be free, now.
  • Just follow me, now.
  • Out of the closet, everyone.
  • Yeah.
  • You can be free, now.
  • Just follow me, now.
  • Out of the closet, everyone.
  • (Applause)
  • SPEAKER: Thank you, Pete.
  • (pause in recording)
  • SPEAKER: Lucy Wile.
  • (Music playing)
  • LUCY WILE: Can you hear it?
  • CROWD: Yes!
  • LUCY WILE: (Singing) Last Tuesday morning,
  • I went shopping on Bleecker Street.
  • Stopped in for something to eat, an old friend I
  • happened to meet.
  • She wore a button on her blazer that said,
  • "Open your head to me."
  • Since I met you and dropped out of the movement,
  • no pamphlets get read.
  • I'm loving instead.
  • And my sisters and brothers are all
  • marching so we all can be free politically.
  • And, Sunday morning, Marsha said that Sylvie's in jail.
  • Nobody put up the bail.
  • And somebody censors her mail.
  • And, if we don't start marching on Christopher soon,
  • we'll dig our own tombs.
  • You'll see.
  • Since I met you and dropped out of the movement,
  • no pamphlets get read.
  • I'm loving instead.
  • And my sisters and brothers couldn't do it alone.
  • Do they condone you and me?
  • Just take my hand and we will march,
  • two abreast, get killed with the rest.
  • Or we're not at best.
  • And, if by chance we don't get rushed by the mob,
  • I'll still lose my job.
  • You'll see.
  • Since I met you and dropped out of the movement,
  • no pamphlets get read.
  • I'm loving instead.
  • And my sisters and brothers couldn't do it alone.
  • Now, there's nobody home to see.
  • It's hard to fathom that in this century.
  • Our people could be robbed of dignity.
  • But when you notice we're still cringing in bars,
  • afraid of our stars, dizzy still.
  • Since I met you and dropped out of the movement,
  • no pamphlets get read.
  • I'm loving instead.
  • And my sisters and brothers are all
  • marching so we all can be free politically.
  • (Applause)
  • (pause in recording)
  • SPEAKER: Jane Diventa.
  • (Applause)
  • JANE DIVENTA: Are you ready?
  • My mother is.
  • Have you been to East Park lately?
  • We don't play ball anymore, right?
  • What could I tell you?
  • Oh, look at all these people and they're still coming in.
  • Beautiful.
  • They're coming out?
  • Calm yourself.
  • Our next performer, I'm very proud to introduce you.
  • She's been down to the Fire House
  • at the Cabaret every other week.
  • She is just gorgeous.
  • You'll love her.
  • She is so talented.
  • My bust is gonna bust.
  • Are you ready for that?
  • Merrill Shepherd, let's hear it.
  • (Applause)
  • Come on, out there.
  • I want to hear it.
  • (Applause)
  • MERRILL SHEPHERD: Thank you very much.
  • I'd like to do a love song first and then a liberation song.
  • This song is called "Stars."
  • And I'd like, no.
  • I'd like to dedicate this song to everybody at the Fire House,
  • especially, and to all of you.
  • (Singing) Stood out in the rain.
  • Let it soak me down, before I called you.
  • I called you.
  • Didn't see me there, hidden by the rain beneath your window.
  • I saw you.
  • Looking at your face before the mirror on the wall.
  • Dreaming that the looking glass was me.
  • Catching your fondest gazes, living
  • through your fickle phases.
  • I love you.
  • And it's getting easier each day to weep about you.
  • Harder every night to sleep without you.
  • How many years must I be driven by this dream of love with you?
  • Spend my dimes on phones, trying just to talk.
  • But you don't answer.
  • You let it ring.
  • Spending my nights alone, catching falling stars
  • to give to you, love, they're just for you.
  • For stars fall every time a lover has to face the truth.
  • And far too many stars have fell on me.
  • And as they trail the skies and burn their paths upon my eyes,
  • I cry.
  • It's getting easier each day to weep about you.
  • Harder every night to sleep without you.
  • How many years must I be driven by this dream of love,
  • driven by this dream of love, driven by this dream of love
  • with you?
  • With you?
  • With you?