TIS THE SEASON

Pete Seeger

MY FAVORITE COMMIE!!

I am watching the Folk Music presentation on PBS.

Pete Seeger and Judy Collins are singing this song:

To Everything (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

All I am asking is give peace a chance for chrissakes!!

When was the last time we had peace?

The Romans had seven or eight hundred years of constant wars.

We will never get out of these wars and the goddamn neocons are screaming for more fronts in our war against Muslim oil eaters.

The end

Well it never ends, that is my point!

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9 thoughts on “TIS THE SEASON

  1. ~flowerchild~

    When despair grows in me
    and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting for their light. For a time
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

    ~Wendell Berry

  2. cmaukonen

    Oh Very Young
    What will you leave us this time ?
    You’re only dancing on this earth for a short while
    And though your dreams may toss and turn you now
    They will vanish away like your daddy’s best jeans
    Denim Blue fading up to the sky
    And though you want him to last forever
    You know he never will
    (You know he never will)
    And the patches make the goodbye harder still

    Oh very young
    What will you leave us this time
    There’ll never be a better chance to change your mind
    And if you want this world to see a better day
    Will you carry the words of love with you
    Will you ride the great white bird into heaven
    And though you want to last forever
    You know you never will
    (You know you never will)
    And the goodbye makes the journey harder still

    Oh very young
    What will you leave us this time
    You’re only dancing on this earth for a short while
    Oh very young
    What will you leave us this time

  3. Barth

    Seeger’s lyricist, the unknown authors of Ecclesiastes (I am not of the school that believes they know Who that was) did not, sadly, share in the royalties of either Pete’s early versions or the more famous one arranged by Jim then Roger McGuinn for the Byrds.

    (Rog in those glasses, with that weird smirk of his, and David Crosby, sans mustache and a few pounds of controlled substances, are worth watching, even aside from the meaningful lyrics and music.)

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