A song for my favorite intentional community, the 1,000-member urban commune in the middle of Copenhagen, Christiania. Lyric: Bevar Christiania In ’67 it was…
Lyric:
Bevar Christiania
In ’67 it was abandoned as a military base
In 1971 it was squatted
Folks needed some land to implement their plans
And make the new society they had plotted
Some moved into barracks, some built little shacks
Of all sorts of dubious design
Some built cafes and workshops, built windmills, planted crops
Painted things the color of sunshine