by The Average Dyke Band, Fish
"The Average Dyke Band sprang up at the camp in the summer of 1985. The theory we put into action was that songs, singing and musical instrumentation were not the domain of an exclusive, talented few. We had found that far too many women fall silent musically because somewhere along the way they were told they didn't have a good voice, couldn't carry a tune, couldn't keep a beat. The ADB, then, was the musical counterpart to the camp's consensus process philosophy and practice - every woman's voice would be heard. We were inclusive, we were average, and we had a damn good time. Revolution Talk was one of the first songs we wrote."
- Hershe Michele
Traveling womon, did you ever think you’d get this far this fast?
Traveling womon, did you ever stop to wonder, will it last?
Stuck on a highway
Old land seems so new
Will you ever see it my way
Or does it all belong to you?
Traveling womon, you’ve seen places that only figured in your dreams
Hitchhiking womon, you’ll find face aren’t as honest as they seem
Go to the mountains
Relax a while
Make friends with your lover
And remember how to smile