Here's a strange addition to the blog. I recently learnt this song while listening to a Smithsonian Folkways compilation of WW II Folksongs. It's titled "That's Why We're Marching" and contains a large number of great performances featuring Woody Guthrie, the Almanac Singers , and Leadbelly. "The Ballad of October the 16th" is a strange addition because it really isn't a song in support of the war. Instead, it's a song that the Almanacs recorded prior to the Left's support of the War. This was when the Left still took a largely pacifist stance, before Hitler invaded Russia and fascism became a greater threat to international socialism than the capitalist war -mongers. That said, I've done a version of the song because it's probably the only American folk song (or American protest song, for that matter) that mentions the Motherland - Singapore - in it. That's right - it provides an interesting document of how the need to protect the status of colonial Singapore was being circulated as a justification for entry into the war, and how that position was probably viewed as another instance of capitalist greed by opponents of the war. So here's my version of the "Ballad of Oct 16th"
It was on a Saturday night and the moon was shining bright They passed the conscription bill And the people they did say for many miles away 'Twas the President and his boys on Capitol Hill.
CHORUS: Oh, Franklin Roosevelt told the people how he felt We damn near believed what he said He said, "I hate war, and so does Eleanor But we won't be safe 'till everybody's dead."
When my poor old mother died I was sitting by her side A-promising to war I'd never go. But now I'm wearing khaki jeans and eating army beans And I'm told that J. P. Morgan loves me so.
I have wandered over this land, a roaming working man No clothes to wear and not much food to eat. But now the government foots the bill Gives me clothes and feeds me swill Gets me shot and puts me underground six feet.
CHORUS
Why nothing can be wrong if it makes our country strong We got to get tough to save democracy. And though it may mean war We must defend Singapore This don't hurt you half as much as it hurts me.
I've decided to start up yet another blog to inflict (once again) my meandering experiments with words and music on the world. Here's what this blog's going to do. Each post will feature a song that I've been working on. This means there'll be a recording of me singing the song as well as the lyrics so that all and sundry can sing-along. It's part of the whole participatory thing, so we don't end up being bland consumers of music!
For my first entry, I've decided to post up a version of "Quite Early Morning". The song was written by Pete Seeger (who will feature on these pages a lot). I only learnt it recently, after viewing a masterful YouTube version by Pete Seeger himself. I'll put the video of him singing it: extremely powerful and moving. I was convinced that I had to learn how to play the banjo after watching Pete sing it, so here's my version, complete with banjo accompaniment. I actually had some trouble learning its deceptively simple melody, and sing the first two lines 'wrongly' because I tend to sing a "blues" note instead (which is just a nicer way of saying I can't keep the tune straight ...). Still, I like the song very much.
Don't you know it's darkest before the dawn And it's this thought keeps me moving on If we could heed these signs and warnings The time is now quite early morning If we could heed these signs and warnings The time is now quite early morning
Some say that humankind won't long endure But what makes them do doggone sure? I know that you who hear my singing Could make those freedom bells go ringing I know that you who hear my singing Could make those freedom bells go ringing
And so we keep on while we live Until we have no, no more to give And when these fingers can strum no longer Hand the old banjo to young ones stronger And when these fingers can strum no longer Hand the old banjo to young ones stronger
So though it's darkest before the dawn These thoughts keep us moving on Through all this world of joy and sorrow We still can have singing tomorrows Through all this world of joy and sorrow We still can have singing tomorrows