Tune:Union Cruiser/Yellow Rose of Texas Between two close landmasses, From events that are well-known, Our Greenlandish brethren’re arming, To force the rednecks home, I saw Yankee Militias, Must’ring on Massie clay, And New England’s Pine of Liberty, They fly, public to stay, And New England’s Pine of Liberty, They fly, public to stay. Boston and Copenhagen Caracas, Tehran, and more, Are riled to defend her, And to Nuuk the Cheeto whore, With the Mainers and the Mountainee

9 December 2025. Tune: Säkkijärven Polkka Philosopher's Interior translation, circa 2017(?) Maiming the Fascists all day long, To think is relaxing should be wrong, So let us join with voices strong, In the Kommissar's Red Polka! The Finns they gifted us this song, And every night is what they sung, (or: night the snow it sung) Fond, we changed to the words and tongue: The Kommissar's Red Polka! Chorus: We took it from the dumb enemy We 'stole' it from the bourgeoisie(or: w

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Tune: Wait for the Wagon Alt: replace redneck with Mid-West Hun, South/Southern with West/Mid-Western Come, all you friends of liberty, and join our Yankee plan, We swear to fight the Rednecks, and drive away their Klan. Freedom is our motto, Abolition is our pride, So jump into the wagon, men, and let us take a ride. Chorus: Wait for the wagon, the sovereign nation wagon; New England is the wagon, so let us take a ride! Sovereignty’s our watchword, an insurmounting snag;

29 May 2025. Comrades, I have struggled about whether I ought to opine on this matter, for the fear of my legacy and prestige. But we...

Tune: Army of the Free There shall always be New England, And New England must be free, As long as there are Yankees to uphold such loyalty, So Union Jack, and Maple Leaf, Red Hand, and our Pine Flag, Fly against the redneck scum: commitments, not a brag, (war-time or: To fly...will dare trench, flame, and crag) Chorus: There shall always be New England, And New England must be free, As long as we united stand true to our loyalty. There shall always be New England, as f

A song in tribute to all free Yankees that have fallen. I’ve been enslaved this day, By the Normans in grey, And forced to take leave by decree, In the North-East, Bury me at the least, Under our Great Pine Tree! Under the great green line, That is New England’s Pine, That’s hoisted up by all the free, Within this Yankee clime, So beneath its undying needles, (or: deathless needles) Will you plant my ash afields, Under our Great Green Pine. Here I am a Yankee, In Mid-We

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Master Franklin and his Madam Dogood have of late spoken out against a most terrible crime of character, so they say. What malevolent...

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For those who do not know, Thoughts of a Comrade has been operating this site as editor and maintenance for a few months now. We were given the metaphorical keys a while ago, when other requirements in life dissolved the previous collaboration. What this means for The Philosopher's Interior is that the publication is going into a low-power mode, during which it will host fewer new articles, and on an irregular non-schedule. Whenever I find the inspiration to write an article

Hello, dear friends, esteemed colleagues, after a much too drifting hiatus, we have at last broken free of sloth to return and make good...