An alternative title for this could be My Musical Politicalization.
The loss of Mary Travers has affected me deeply, and has sent me back to the songs of my childhood and youth, and to the sweet memories of my late sister and my brothers who introduced me to a different way of thinking.
Sure, I loved the Beatles and later (yes, VSK, I’ll admit it) the Monkees. But the soundtrack of my early childhood revolved around folk music, the folk music of the early and mid-Sixties. Naturally, other songs, artists and influences not only helped form my politics, but also my life perspective and my sense of humor. They are as varied as To Kill a Mockingbird and MAD magazine, “Rocky & Bullwinkle,” the Smothers Brothers (albums and TV series) and Bill Cosby, and Walter Cronkite introducing film of body bags in Vietnam or police dogs attacking “colored” people in Alabama.
But the folk music my older siblings brought into the house set the tone. From Joan Baez to the Brothers Four to Miriam Makeba, we listened to and sang it all. I was lucky in that I came along last. My siblings were 11, nine and five years older than I, so their musical orientation was far different from any of my contemporaries’.
All three of my older siblings – my beautiful sister Kathy, and my handsome brothers LMK and VSK – had incredible voices, and the boys were also accomplished guitarists. I remember sitting in our rural southwest Georgia living room and listening – enrapt – as they recreated the performances of Peter Paul & Mary, Joan Baez, and others. My sister and brothers were magical.
After the news of Mary Travers’ death, we thought back to those days. My oldest brother LMK recalled that he didn’t realize how radical and subversive Peter Paul & Mary’s music was; he just loved their harmony.
I also loved their harmony, but – perhaps because I didn’t realize that there was anything radical or subversive in their words or music – I accepted their point of view without question. After all, it made perfect sense. And that point of view remains to this day, over 50 years later.
So many of those songs influenced my world view, but in listening to the Folk playlist on my iPod for the last two weeks, I’ve chosen five that have stayed with me all my life.
My Top Five Songs…
The songs I’ve chosen are performed by Peter Paul & Mary, who everyone knows, or by a lesser-known folk group called the Chad Mitchell Trio, which used satire to make political points. (Note: this is the original, flawless Chad Mitchell Trio with Chad Mitchell, Joe Frazier and Mike Kobluk. There was no John Denver in my childhood.)
So here I celebrate the lyrics of five songs that literally changed my life. Two were written by Bob Dylan, one by Pete Seeger, and the others by Michael Brown and by – as far as I can tell – the original Chad Mitchell Trio members themselves: Mitchell, Frazier and Kobluk. If performance videos were available, I’ve included links.
The full lyrics of each song are below, but here are some sample lyrics from each song:
We’re the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society here to save our country from a Communistic plot! Join the John Birch Society, help us fill the ranks. To get this movement started we need lots of tools and cranks…
This afternoon’s meeting of our PTA is certain to be well attended for we are protesting the ruling today of the way separate schools will be ended. Now Mary, you’ve worked for me over a year. By now you must certainly know that I’m very fond of your people, my dear, and I don’t mind telling you so…
…How many years can some people exist before they’re allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head pretending he just doesn’t see?
It’s the hammer of justice. It’s the bell of freedom. It’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters, all over this land.
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call. Don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall. For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled…There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’. It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls for the times they are a-changin’.
And, purists, forgive me, but I believe that Peter Paul & Mary blow Dylan off the stage, even on his own songs.
In reverse order:
Song Five: The John Birch Society
Written by: Michael Brown
Performed by the Chad Mitchell Trio
Audio here with, helpfully, the lyrics, in case you weren’t following.
Oh, we’re meetin’ at the courthouse at eight o’clock tonight
You just walk in the door and take the first turn to the right
Be careful when you get there, we hate to be bereft
But we’re taking down the names of everybody turning left
Oh, we’re the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Here to save our country from a Communistic plot
Join the John Birch Society, help us fill the ranks
To get this movement started we need lots of tools and cranks
Now there’s no one that we’re certain the Kremlin doesn’t touch
We think that Westbrook Pegler doth protest a bit too much
We only hail the hero from whom we got our name
We’re not sure what he did but he’s our hero just the same
Oh, we’re the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Socialism is the ‘ism’ dismalest of all
Join the John Birch Society, there’s so much to do
Have you heard they’re serving vodka at the WCTU?
Well you’ve heard about the agents that we’ve already named
Well MPA has agents that are flatly unashamed
We’re after Rosie Clooney, we’ve gotten Pinkie Lee
And the day we get Red Skelton won’t that be a victory
Oh we’re the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Norman Vincent Peale may think he’s kidding us along
But the John Birch Society knows he spilled the beans
He keeps on preaching brotherhood, but we know what he means
We’ll teach you how to spot ‘em in the cities or the sticks
For even Jasper Junction is just full of Bolsheviks
The CIA’s subversive and so’s the FCC
There’s no one left but thee and we, and we’re not sure of thee
Oh, we’re the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Here to save our country from a communistic plot
Join the John Birch Society holding off the Reds
We’ll use our hand and hearts and if we must we’ll use our heads
Spoken:
Do you want Justice Warren for your Commissar?
Do you want Mrs. Khrushchev in there with the DAR?
You cannot trust your neighbor or even next of kin
(Sung)
If Mommy is a commie then you gotta turn her in!
Oh, we’re the John Birch Society, the John Birch Society
Fighting for the right to fight the right fight for the Right
Join the John Birch Society as we’re marching on
And we’ll all be glad to see you when we’re meeting in the John…
The John, the John Birch So- ci- i- teee
Song Four: Which Hat Shall I Wear?
Written by: ? Possibly the Chad Mitchell Trio
Performed by: the Chad Mitchell Trio
No performance video, and just a sample of the audio here.
Chorus:
Which hat shall I wear,
the red one or blue one?
Which hat shall I wear to the PTA?
The red hat’s becoming;
the blue one’s a new one.
Mary, come here. Tell me which do you say?
This afternoon’s meeting of our PTA
Is certain to be well attended
For we are protesting the ruling today
Of the way separate schools will be ended.
Now Mary, you’ve worked for me over a year.
By now you must certainly know
That I’m very fond of your people, my dear,
And I don’t mind telling you so.
Chorus
I think it’s a pity my Jimmy can’t be
In school with his darker skinned brothers.
With school integration I fully agree,
And so do the rest of the mothers.
But my little Jimmy is really too small
To ride to your school on a bus.
And frankly, your people aren’t helping at all.
Oh, why must there be such a fuss!
Chorus
Oh dear, I must hurry and be on my way.
There’s never a time for relaxing.
Mary, the windows need washing today
And the hall and the foyer need waxing.
I’ve left some dresses piled up on a chair,
The cleaner is coming at two.
Don’t let him take the green silk with a tear.
That one, my dear, is for you.
Chorus:
Which hat shall I wear,
the red one or blue one?
Which hat shall I wear to the PTA?
The red hat’s becoming;
the blue one’s a new one.
Mary, come here. Tell me which do you say?
Song Three: Blowin’ in the Wind
Written by: Bob Dylan
Performed by Peter Paul & Mary
Performance video here.
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ‘n’ 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 years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ‘n’ 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.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
Song Two: If I Had a Hammer
Written by Pete Seeger
Performed by: Peter Paul & Mary
Performance video w/Pete Seeger intro.
If I had a hammer,
I’d hammer in the morning
I’d hammer in the evening,
All over this land
I’d hammer out danger,
I’d hammer out a warning,
I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
If I had a bell,
I’d ring it in the morning,
I’d ring it in the evening,
All over this land
I’d ring out danger,
I’d ring out a warning
I’d ring out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
If I had a song,
I’d sing it in the morning,
I’d sing it in the evening,
All over this land
I’d sing out danger,
I’d sing out a warning
I’d sing out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
Well I got a hammer,
And I got a bell,
And I got a song to sing, all over this land.
It’s the hammer of justice,
It’s the bell of freedom,
It’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
It’s the hammer of justice,
It’s the bell of freedom,
It’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters,
All over this land.
Song One: The Times They Are A-Changin’
By Bob Dylan
Performed by Peter Paul & Mary
PP&M’s electrifying performance at the first March on Washington.
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.