FEATURE: East Lansing's Really Really Free Market

What is a really really free market?
Basically its a place where campus and community can get together and hold a big garage sale without any money exchanged. It is like a big picnic where everyone brings something to share whether that is stuff, food, music, or a talent.

What will happen?
Bring a chair, table, blanket, or all three and something to share!
- meet members of your community
- take a break studying for exams!
- bring your old stuff from the attic or basement and give it away
- give away your stuff instead of throwing it away when you leave MSU
- eat free food (brought by your community members)
- do some spring cleaning/ clean your dorm room before move-out
- get your bike repaired
- bring a dish to pass
- listen to live music and poetry
- bring a talent to perform
- play kickball and other kids games
- pick up some cool free stuff

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14 February 2008

A Matter of Local Concern

Hold your head up high,
Cuz tomorrow you may die,
Cuz no one's safe around here,
No one's safe around here.
Stand your ground,
Til you're the last one in town.

Someone that you trust turned out to be a tricker,
Smoking cigarettes, getting stoned on liquor,
Getting really dizzy, only getting sicker,
Small problems now only seem bigger.
America's a safe place,
If you're gonna leave it,
And the rhetoric is there,
If you're gonna read it,
And the hollow masses,
The machines defeated,
And the rich look down to arrive on the bleeding.

Hold your head up high,
Cuz tomorrow you may die,
Cuz no one's safe around here,
No one's safe around here.
Stand your ground,
Til you're the last one in town.

Hardly enough,
It gets tough when you're running,
So you bust out the homeless,
When they start coming,
In LA, Broadway, it's wicked when they're watching,
And your backup and your backup and your backup ain't working.
There's no food, so you're spurred into action,
Set up and go to no satisfaction,
Ice and snow is the city passion,
When you walk in the shadows, girl, there's no protection.

Hold your head up high,
Cuz tomorrow you may die,
Cuz there's no one safe around here,
No one's safe around here.
Stand your ground,
Til you're the last one in town.

OK, well,
This is the city of Los Angeles,
And it never sleeps,
It may look like it,
But it doesn't.
It lives and breathes nocturnally,
So when you've got no place to sleep at night,
And you're all huddled up,
And you're cold,
Well, this song goes out to the city's forgotten.
Hey, Tim, take us on home....

Underlying reason, well she can't keep it going,
In the middle of the night,
they found her frozen,
And the Wal-Mart sign,
Keeps on glowing,
And the winds of change keep on blowing.

Hold your head up high,
Cuz tomorrow you may die,
Cuz no one's safe around here,
No one's safe around here.
Stand your ground,
Til you're the last one in town.

-Rancid, "Stand Your Ground"

A guy called in to my radio show at the Impact, audibly distressed, asking about this song. He said I wouldn't believe him if he told me what he was seeing in Lansing when he heard me play it earlier this morning. "This was some fucked up shit...something's really fucked up around here..." That's all I can find it in me to write here.

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