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Peace...



OK I went upstairs a minute ago to get away from the online drama [you know who you are...]

in time to see the Kingston Trio playing 'Tom Dooley'. I thought I was at a rap show! Lyrics like,'I met her on the mountain, that's when I stabbed her with my knife' are delivered ever so gently while non-black folks with a decade on me are seen mouthing those very same lyrics. Interesting...artistic license...symbolisation? I'm confused too...Did we have something more special or different to say in those days? Maybe not because I see that generation and the hip-hop generation doing the same thing tonight; Fighting! What happened to all of those college kids saying Peace? They were probably looking for a piece then and they have disappeared now. I looked up to the pacifists and I practiced being at peace with All people[s] [While I was getting the snot kicked out of me at home, but that's another story...]




PBS is having their fund drive and they are showing the best of [read:best known] the Folk stars.
Roger McGuinn just performed Pete Seegers take on Ecclesiastes.

The song 'Turn,Turn,Turn'. It was beautiful the way he sings like he's telling a child a bedtime story. Lovingly, gently but with an urgency. You could actually see him playing the guitar parts! WOW! That's how he did that! I remember hearing the Byrds on the radio doing this same song...It must've taken me back when I would be in my room at night [in the 60's]. Aahhhhh -comfort. 'A time for peace, I swear it's not too late'...




TURN! TURN! TURN! (Book of Ecclastiastes/Pete Seeger)



To every thing, turn, turn, turn,


There is a season, turn, turn,turn,


And a time to every purpose under heaven


A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep


To everything, turn, turn, turn,

There is a season, turn, turn, turn,

And a time to every purpose under heaven


A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together


To everything, turn, turn, turn,

There is a season, turn, turn, turn,

And a time to every purpose under heaven


A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing


To everything, turn, turn, turn,

There is a season, turn, turn, turn,

And a time to every purpose under heaven


A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late


The Byrds "Turn!Turn! Turn!"
Columbia Records 1965





I was told that Eight Miles High was written after the fellas saw John Coltrane playing in the Village. That would explain the way out guitar solo...



Eight Miles High (Gene Clark/Roger McGuinn/David Crosby)





Eight miles high and when you touch down

You'll find that it's stranger than known

Signs in the street that say where you're going

Are somewhere just being their own



Nowhere is there warmth to be found

Among those afraid of losing their ground

Rain gray town known for its sound

In places small faces unbound





Round the squares huddled in storms

Some laughing some just shapeless forms

Sidewalk scenes and black limousines

Some living, some standing alone




Copyright @ 1966 Tickson Music
The Byrds "Fifth Dimension" Columbia Records 1966




To my circle of Bloggers:
Come on, you guys! We didn't come this far just to alienate one another. We need to forget about conflicts, even if it's for a minute, and greet the new arrivals!!!