I dreamed I saw a domain last night,
Alive as you or me
Says I, " Surely it is ten years reg'd ,"
"I never lied," says he
"I never lied," says he
"In Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him,
Him standing by my bed,
"They front run names without charge,"
Says Joe, "But it ain't reg'd,"
Says Joe, "But it ain't reg'd."
"The ICANN bosses screwed you, Joe,
They stuft you, Joe," says I.
"Takes more than tasting to stuff a man,"
Says Joe, "I didn't lie,"
Says Joe, "I didn't lie."
And standing there as big as life
And smiling with his eyes
Joe says, "What they forgot to kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize."
"The domains ain't dead," he says to me,
"the domain ain't never died.
Where writing men are out on strike
a notebook is at their side,
a notebook is at their side."
"From San Diego up to Maine,
In every mine and mill,
Where writers strike and organize,"
Says he, "You'll find Joe Hill,"
Says he, "You'll find Joe Hill."
I dreamed I saw a domain last night,
Alive as you or me
Says I, "But Joe, it has been reg'd,"
"I never lied," says he
"I never lied," says he
That'd qualify as a nightmare.
