Monday, August 10, 2009

"Tom Dooley" The Kingston Trio 1958



Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die
I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't a-been for Grayson
I'd a-been in Tennessee

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die...

"Blowin' in The Wind" - Bob Dylan




How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, and how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take until he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before its washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

"This Land is Your Land" - Woodie Gutherie




THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
words and music by Woody Guthrie

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me

I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me

The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me

As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.

"We Shall Overcome" - Sung by Joan Baez, Lyrics by Pete Seeger



We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart, I know that,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.

We shall be all right,
We shall be all right,
We shall be all right, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart, I know that,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.

We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace,
We shall live in peace, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart, I know that,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.

We are not afraid, Oh, NO!!!
We are not afraid,
We are not afraid, TODAY

Oh, deep in my heart, I know that,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.

We shall overcome,
We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, some day.

Oh, deep in my heart, I know that,
I do believe
We shall overcome, some day.

Joan Baez once said that social justice was more important to her than singing.
The cause of social justice, however, couldn't have a better voice than the
beautiful singing voice of Joan Baez. Here is an article about her in Wikipedia.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

"Weight of The World" Amy Speace




I still see my brother Michael,
pressed and polished, shaking hands down at the store
Everyone had come to see the all-star hop the greyhound bus and go to war
He punched me in the arm to say goodbye
It was the first time that I saw our father cry

I kept all my brother’s letters tied in ribbon in a box beneath my bed
Every night I read by flashlight with the covers in a tent above my head
His words said “Not to worry, doing fine”
It was his way of trying to ease my mind
While I was trying not to read between the lines

The weight of the world, too heavy to lift
So much to lose, so much to miss
It doesn’t seem fair that an innocent boy
Should have to carry the weight of the world

Then it was homecoming and football games and
picking out our dresses for the prom
With my brother in some desert dodging bullets when he wasn’t dodging bombs
While we went from the land of brave and free
To just being afraid to disagree
While I was being brought down to my knees by

The weight of the world, too heavy to lift
So much to lose, so much to miss
It doesn’t seem fair that an innocent boy
Should have to carry the weight of the world

It was the middle of December when the Army sent my brother home at last
While the flagpole by the football field flew the colors half-way down the mast
The wind blew cold and snow was coming down
Still everybody turned out from our town
As we laid my brother in that frozen ground

The weight of the world, too heavy to lift
So much was lost, so much was missed
It doesn’t seem fair that any boy or any girl
Should have to carry the weight of the world

"Good Night, Irene" - Pete Seeger



Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.

Last Saturday night, I got married.

Me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted
I'm gonna take another stroll downtown.

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.

Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in the town

Sometimes I take a great notion
To jump In the river and drown.

Irene goodnight, Irene good night
Good night Irene, good night Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.

Stop rambling, stop your gambling
Stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and your family
Sit there by your fireside bright.

Irene goodnight, Irene good night
Good night Irene, good night Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.

Good night Irene, good night Irene
I'll see you in my dreams.

Joanna Newsom -"Sprout and The Bean"




I slept all day
awoke with distaste
and I railed,
and I raved

That the difference between
the sprout and the bean
It is a golden ring,
it is a twisted string.
And you can ask the counselor;
And you can ask the king;
and they'll say the same thing;
and it's a funny thing:

Should we go outside?
Should we go outside?
Should we break some bread?
Are you interested?

And as I said,
I slept as though dead
Dreaming seamless dreams of lead.

When you go away,
I am big-boned and fey
In the dust of the day,
In the dirt of the day.

And Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a white coat,
And Danger! Danger! Drawing near them was a broad boat,
And the water! water! running clear beneath a white throat,
And the hollow chatter of the talking of the tadpoles.

Who know the outside!
Should we go outside?
Should we break some bread?
Are you interested?

Wednesday, August 5, 2009