THE NATIONAL TOPICAL SONG MAGAZINE APRIL 1966 PRICE -- 50¢ . IN THIS ISSUE BUffy Sainte;Marie Tom Paxton Len Chandler Phil Ochs OTHERS ".".".JflfJf NEW SONGWRlTEBS JIMMY.- COLLIER JUDY REISMAN JERRY MOORE TOllY .TOWNSBD teve: Mayer Reviews· the new Eric · Andersen Record "'BOUT CHANGES &: THIlfOB" Other record re­ views b;y STU COHER • •• •Parodies b;y LEDA RANDOLPH, AND! BEa- 1Wf, JERRY FARBl!2, PAUL WOLFE • .;. Arlo­ icl~:C6untr.r~est­ em Pro-War SOngs, by GORDON FRIESEN. Photograph by Erik Fa1kensteen - 2 - NEW YORK POST, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1966 They shook the foreign shackles, The emptiness of American Hider but that they do seek an they fought the tyrant's hold, policy in Southeast Asia was end to the bloodshed in Viet They broke the hand that nailed them never m0re manifest than tn Nam and the beginning of a to a cross of blazing gold, President Johnson's invitation new era of social, economic and to the self·confessed admirer of political justice for all its people. But the battle that I waged was of a far, Adolf Hitler, Premier Ky, to The President's powers of per· far different kind, visit on American territory. The suasion could have been em· And mercy was the last thing on mw mind. general has not only expressed ployed to good use in convinc· admimtion for the arch brute ing Ky that what his unhappy Rifles rang and bullets sang, of history but he has also pltb· country needs is not a Hitler and the jungle sky grew red, J.jcly and consistently repudi· but a Lincoln, not war but ated American efforts to seek an peace. And dusty rains fell hard upon the dark, honorable peace. SAMUEL H. HOFSTADTER, the bowed, the dead, The premier should be made Justice, Supreme Court of the My bootheels thrashed the muddy path, to understand that our people State of New York. I never looked behind, cJ'o )lot share his regard for * 'fo 'fo And mercy was the last thing on mw mind. MEN WHO DIE The flowers fall on muddy graves, Words © 1966 by Leda Randolph the moon has turned to sand, Tune: "Green Beretsll • But soon enough, the greenback stuff "Feeling that someone just had to come up with will lie right in mw hand, another set of words to that song I gave it a War is war, death is death, and many try and wound up with the following." L.R. are the chains that bind, And mercy was the last thing on mw mind. Sing if you will -- to America's best With silver wings -- upon their chest Then of pris'ners -- in a torture cell "THE LIBERAL SONG" Sing of the land -- we've made a hell. Words @1966 by Jerry Farber Chorus: Tune: Calypso,"Marianne" On our way -- we bravely go Toward what end -- we little know War drums roll -- neath a dark'ning sky "The Liberal Song has spread around considerably since I first wrote it several months ago. "Come,young men -- your turn to die." Friends of mine have heard it in San Francisco, Trained to play the super race in Selma, Alabama, and in Monroe and New Orleans, Trained to scorn a darker face Louisiana." J.F. Trained in all the ways to kill That small nations may know our will.(Cho.) Walking on the picket line, Carrying mw freedom sign, In a hut a young wife waits When up came a liberal anxiously. Not knowing what has been his fate These are the words he said to me: Not knowing if she too will live Where bombs are what we have to give.(Cho.) (Cho)You're only hurting your cause this way. That's what all of us liberals say. Sing if you will in this bitter hour Sing of the men gone mad with power Nobody likes things the way they are Then of the child, the sun, the grass But you go too fast and you go too far. Of better days that could came to pass. Hebrew children by the Red Sea shore But on our way we bravely go Walked through the water four by four Toward what end we little know, Moses let old Pharoah swim And war drums roll neath dark' ning sky Here's what the Pharaoh said to him: (Cho) "Come,young men, your turn to die." Three wise men on camelback "You AmerklUU dOKt umler.ttmtl. You are making beggars Two were white and one was black of our chiUren, prostitutes of our lDOmen, anll Communists 01 our men." Freedom-riding to Bethlehem An American soldier was handing out candy to a bunch When somebody gave this advice to them: (Cho) of kids. The man who unexpectedly spat these words out at him was not a North Vietnamese or a member of the Vietcong. He was a South Vietnamese schoolreacher- All night long they were making tea At the Boston Harbor jambore~ "AND HERGY HAS THE LAST THING ON lIT HIND" A liberal ran to the water's side And he called to them across the tide: (Cho) Vords copy-right 1966 by Paul Holfe "I've written this song-poem-whatever based Frederick Douglass broke the color bar on Bill Frederick's song in Broadside #55. When he rode on a train in the white folks' car I don't know if his tune fits, but naybe a­ They said "Get up" but he would not go nother can be found. II P.W. What they told him we all know: (Cho) Through steaming jungle wastelands, God gave Noah the rainbow sign beneath the virgin sky, Won't be water but the fire next time I slashed the vines around me, And when the fires are blazing away and raised mw rifle high, The liberals will look up to God and say: (Cho) Beyond the sea-green forest, the golden money shined, And mercy was the last thing on mw mind. .B R{)fWS/.J)E ito9 - 3 - Words by DUDLEY .RANDAI.J:, Copyright 1965 by Music by JERRI MOORE BALLAD OF BIRMINGHAM - 1 Melody Trails,Inc. , kt Eju J ail;! j,t~(3 jJ 5' r l the streets ot Bir- ming- ham in a ~~ .,.. and hos- es, guns and jails aren't child. - 3. But in a free-dom march to- '.day. One of the events of the tragic sixties in the U.S.A. "The Ballad Of BinDingham" on this page began as th&t shocked huaans around the world was the bombing a poem by' Dudley Randall. It was set to music by' ot the 16th St. Baptist Church in BinDingham, Ala­ Jerry Moore, and is being recorded by' JeI'r7 on an bama, on Sunday morning, Sept. 15,1963. Four young L-P album he is doing for Columbia Records. We girls - Cynthia Wesley, Carol McNair, Carol Robert­ consider it a truly great song, both in words and son, and A.ddie Mae Collins - were killed in the dyn­ music. amite blast. It WIlS one ot more than 60 bombings in JeI'r7 Moore is a young guitar player and singer­ Alabama directed against the Negro people that re­ songwriter .originall.y' from New York. He went to main "unsolved" to this day. Morris College in South Carolina where he sang in Reaction to the shocking murder ot the four girls in the choir,became active in Civil Rights, and SundaT school was worldwide. On the day a!ter the took part in the Freedom Rides. After college he bombing the people ot Wales began raising money for returned to New York and began singing in the Green­ a stained glass window for the church they knew must wich Village coffee places called "basket houses" be rebuilt. (The window shows an agonized Negro Jesus (the performers aren't paid and must try to sta;r being·'pounded by torrents of water from firehoses). alive by passing a basket among the customers).It was there he came to the attention of Columbia, The first song about the bombing received by Broad­ which put him. under contract. Like Len Chandler, side came trom faraway Australia (it is in # J4")":"'" Julius Lester and other of today's song-writer­ There have been man;r since. Richard Farina's "Bir­ performers, JeI'r7 is quite versatile, his songs mingham SUnday" was in # 48 and has been recorded ranging from folk to protest to blues. by' Joan Baes. .J3R OAIJ5 / JJ E. .p 69 -4- Words 8t Music: BALLAD of ANNIE HAYES Copyright 1965 JUDI REISMAN (. ~~~~ ! For Unaccompanied Sll1ging) + -....e- ft p J pi rm OFf Ei I r I ~ Li cO I 6 I L .I : I An-nie B. Hayes, Se, Annie Hayes, IE did you end your maid-en days? --- ~' ,;- ~ e ~ .., ~ ~ - - (Cho.) .$- f= PlP fir t:t, F ¥ \ 0 rI I r A 1 F;l I r J \ f' II:J \ Torn a- sunder by the great white !a-thers -- One two three tour. M:int ju- ~ ~IN~ ~ ~ (vers~ t t= IpF plOt: SlphV6)i£1P~H ; I! ,.fir ..../~ An-nie Smell that stead o! white. ( to Chorus ) And of! you go now, Ann~, speeding a-way, breaking inside, Gl ~ i 9 '1§9j· Wt~~:S~sl~ ~~!~:or'::ea~:~f~;::~t!n;r:: :Y~8~S~o:O:n::J- __ __ =---- 2) The writer suggests singing the song an octave lower than written lau all a-bout you, •••• - or as it' in "alto-tenor" register. Poking good fun and teasing - nothing too bad yet You're lying on the ground, Annie Perhaps you III get away lucky' That's your Olm blood all around, Annie Like some of the others.