Sunday, February 20, 2005
Oh. I've just found out about Joan Baez, whom I thought was John Baez. she was a freedom fighter in the 60s and participated in many protests for rights and sang many simple and heartfelt songs. It's amazing how people, millions of teenagers and people then felt so strongly about freedom and rights and protested and fought and cried and here we just.....exist.
SGT. PEPPER'S BAND (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
I never knew you meant that much to me
Why did I pour a candle when you died
Find a picture of you walking in Central Park
With the iron woman by your side
That candle burned for twenty days
Most of my best friends came to mourn
And talk about the good ole days
Before my friends and I were born
Now I think I understand
That it was Sgt. Pepper's band
That put the sixties into song
Where have all the heroes gone?
Lucy in the sky with the lads from Liverpool
Drop some acid, meet the Queen
Coming out of both eyes of the hurricane
You sang your music sweet and clean
You may not want my poetry
I surely do not want your fame
You rose over the dawn of my early history
I'll pay you tribute all the same
Now I think I understand
That it was Sgt. Pepper's band
That put the sixties into song
Where have all the heroes gone?
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
Where have all the heroes gone?
Where have all the heroes gone?
It was a diamond studded hard day's night
They say everyone was there
I must have heard you from my mother's arms
And I must have thought somebody cared
I live in the age of cosmic maniacs
One of them put a bullet in your side New York City, 1980
The day the sixties finally died
Now I know I understand
That it was Sgt. Pepper's band
That put the sixties into song
Where have all the heroes gone?
Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?
Where have all the heroes gone?
Where have all the heroes gone?
© 1982 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP)
THE HITCHHIKERS' SONG (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
When the mist rolls in on Highway One
like a curtain to the day
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs
and I see them and I say
You are my children my sweet children
I am your poet.
With hair just like the burning tree of Moses
the girl beside you is your twin
Behind your fiery make-up you should know this
I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin
I'll write this tune
in matching phrases
just to show it
You are the orphans in an age
of no tomorrows
and with your walking
you wage a war
against the sorrows
Your fathers left you
a row to hoe
and you'll hoe it.
If I could write you easy directions
on a list
you would not read it, you could not see it
for the mist
Besides my pen is
very righteous
and I know it.
So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom
There's one more summer just around the bend
The amber in your smile is brave and winsome
for though your highway has no end, it never ends
There is still the sky
the windy cliff
and the sea below it
I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet
and I'd blow it
I'd blow it.
© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
moled at 2/20/2005 02:04:00 AM
"Hi, I'm Colin. Hi, I'm Nancy. Want some food? No, thanks. Yeah, the food is a bit dodgy, isn't it? Looks like a dead baby's finger, Rrrr! Ooh, tastes like it too. What do you work as, Nancy? A chef. Do you do weddings? Yes. They should have asked you to do this one. They did. Ooh..wish you hadn't turned it down. I didn't. Ooh......" Dear Colin, a very good person, really. Just failing miserably at conversation.
Our little garden
Chinese new year this year, which looks almost just like last year, really, but missing suhern who was on holiday. everyone is becoming badly bespectacled, hiding their lovely children eyes with double eyelids that look natural and long lashes and eyes that are febrile and like snuffle-upergus. anyhow this is schizophrenia weekend, it's too easy.
moled at 2/20/2005 01:03:00 AM