ClsiCl The Topical Song Magazine SEPTEMBER , 1967 IN THIS ISSUE: "Daisy Queen" by Chris Gaylord; Eric Andersen's "Rolling Home (It's A Far Cry From Heaven)"; Phil Gchs' "Miranda"; Len Chandler's "Language Of Love"; Richard Astle ~ Charles Spear. ARTICLES: Galahad in the East Village. Folksinger Theodore Bikel and SNCC. Record Reviews, etc. 50¢ - 2 - Words & Music: ERIC ANDERSEN Copyright 1967 by Deep Fork Music (A FAR CRY FRO M H E A V EN) Truth, with ellIW its far out schemes,- lets time decide what it should mean; It ain't the time but rd ' J J I.,rJJllJ·J I J J J my,;. OW.!.; J J 'I I j nJ¥1 just the dreams that die. -- And sometimes when the room is still Time with so much truth to kHl- ~h ~ ~ ~ A ~. E.., ~1 . A. ~ it ; OJ -I{I r ~ .ni"JJ. i :.m,LJl1's.lJ.P.J- J.:1~w., ! JiJ~J Leaves you by- the window sill so tied - Without a wing - To take you high -=:::... 11ithout a clue- i,lift .J-lI~~I::;jj J N.iP J~,J J i} 0.' ti.,}!) tJ M"".1 - to tell you whY. --- I just want to keep my name, no'!:' bother an- y- bo-dyle game with-out- ~ :D ~ PI ~1 A ~ ,1F PF tlD J tJ J 1- J J\tJ~J I PJ.) J I j).J] 111 J ,~) ) ~ - i- deas of gold or fame or in-sane heights I don I t need a lot of money J I don 1 t want a 'J,~iJJI r~ pAJ I J LI' J,I: ~j, I~J ,11 jl~111 I' Idil A ~ ... ...,. -+ ...... "'_'l5"'+- ..... .,-_~_ playboy bun- "'¥, Just a love to oall me hon-ey late at night in my arms, - By my side- b -4 . e. E,1 ~ ~~~ ~1 - 3 ;) OJ Cr¢1 r~ r KtAB~ Kr lip r r pip r tt rI' t11 r r ~ in my arms late a.t night. - But I don't knm'l', I ain't been told, But ev- try_one is ~ e;.1 . A I ;:'1 ftI 1,,1 ?1~E1Hf~flfr~lu,.J. rttll:'t Urnl•N Wl,.1 en fort ASO a-lons, ev- fry_body wants a. hand to hold. They're so afraid of being old, so scar~d ot dying, So ~if1~JiJJilIi21... rirb J]IA~lol ;1 ... < =B ~~-~ ~ .. ~ ~ ~ ~) un-knowa and so a- lone, ......... ... Roll-in' Home. -... .'. - f"".'" I/e.,.~e "" 2. I see the ones who crawl like moles who for a front would trade their souls, A broken mirror's the only hole for them; And for ,you who'd exchange yourselves, just to be somebody else, Pretending things you never felt or meant; You don't live what you defend, you can't give, so you just bend. Now if you care what people think, like they supplied some missing linki They'll just stand back and watch you sink so slow, They'll never help you to decide, they'll only take you for a ride, After which they'll try and hide the fact that they don't know, what you should do, Where you should go, what you should do, where you should go. (TO CHORUS) 3. There's nothing big I want to prove, no mountains that I need to move, Or even claim what's right or true for you, My sights, my songs are slightly charred, you might think they miss their mark, But things are only what they are and nothing new, For me, I think they'll do, but for me I think they'll do. Well, I can see a king and queen, a beggar falling at my feet; lhey all must see the same sad dreams at night; Futility and senseless war, pit the rich against the poor, While cause is buried long before the fight, For what was wrong, for what was right, it's just·rthe strong who ever says what's right~ ( TO CHORUS) ROLLING HOME - 3 - 4. I can't claim to know my father, I've been looking for my brother, and I end up just another one; Phantasy and prophecy, they fill my head like fallen leaves, While underneath I can't believe a one. What to do and what's been done, you can try but you can't run. But my love is like a stream that pours, unlike a rock that stands so sure. She don't try to fight no more, so she just flows And ain't it a fantastic feeling, when you see your lover stealing Close to you, what is she meaning now I'd like to know. Would she stay, or would she go, would she stay, I'd like to know. ( TO CHORUS) 5. Sometimes I think I've seen the end, only to come back again And see it coming 'round the bend again On the altar of my prism dreams I saw what others think they've seen, And felt exactly what it means for them, You can see, but you but you can't lend, what it was you saw or what it's been. Still I wish I had the time to say everything about my days, And how I tried to find a way alone, The times when no one was around, the empty hours when I felt down, Or paint a picture of the sounds, now turned to stone, That haunt my soul and chill my bones, that haunt my soul and chill my bones. (TO CHORUS) Words & Music By CHRIS GAYLORD Copyright 1965 by Chris Gaylord c real and what you feel is true there is a golden platform waiting * "" e:r Em L ..l) ~ - 1- 1- rI r r I r r I r f I F r I r r I r r I f :0) But yOu've been scared by men-tal walls and death in darkened halls into ~no Jlrr'l! ~ 1- Fi~ ~ (Ir (clrr(lf~(1 repeated hes-i-tat-ing, But rather than dwell in satisfied comfort I l'- ~ ~ ~ E ~ ~ ~]J & c. 6- :'" Col: t ;J4 - f F F~ f ~ ~ r ; I r J! J ; I r r 1- I - F _~ t 0 think you'd be far better - (-If'" (IF" , Dais-y Queen. t- answers in books placed on &- c: <:r I V r If F I ! r I r ) 13, p4t 11 shelves, If you really must know then go ask yourself Says the Dais-y Queen. 1. Between what's real, and what you feel is true 2. A magic carpet shatters fears, and crashes There is a golden platform waiting -­ What appears to be unchanging -- But you've been scared by mental walls But into super ego-self respect with truth serum and death in darkened halls you must inject some re-arranging. Into repeated hesitating. The farther that you go the less you'll know, But rather than dwell in satisfied comfort And end up laughing while it's raining, I think you'd be far better off to try -- Daisy Queen -- Daisy Queen and end up failing, Life's handed to you like a Daisy Queen -- Daisy Queen -­ meal on a dish -- Don't look for answers So take what you want in books placed on shelves and stop where you wish If you really must know Says the Daisy Queen. (Continued) then go ask yourself Says the Daisy Queen. BROAD.!3IIJE 01'1-84- - 4 - DAISY QUEEN ::C" Experience will shout screams of doubt And though your head's been loaded As y'ou try and run out and filled until corroded Of yesterday and into tomorrow -- With society's answers -- But what about today, does it just slip away If you're curious at all you must like your mind's in a cage -- forsake them -- Has it too been binded, 'boxed-up and borrowed, Or would you rather not And if that's true there's no reason why you Come into contact Should try to be what you're not -- with any food for thought or bow your head in apologetic sorrow, Let your brain cells rot Daisy Queen -- Daisy Queen for fear you might awake them, You can eat up reality Daisy Queen -- Daisy Queen and never be full Infinite questions Or be jerked by its strings are there to be asked And not feel the pull So how can you hide behind Says the Daisy Queen. a closed-minded mask, Says the Daisy Queen. 4. And are you aware (Written Sept. 3, 1965. Daisy Queen That there's nothing that's fair is a real person' and a very beautiful And good and bad, right and wrong, person. She always has a daisy and you always have worries.She knows." C. G. Are only what you make them.============================ Words & Music by PHI L 0 C H S Copyright 1966 by Barricade Music,Inc. ~ -' ........ Do you have a prob-lem, would you like so~eone to solve them, Would you like--- ~zraHh n:n Si:liHI~ J j_UUJ ~'_ w~ . .. ~ -......1li!ooooI' ...;., PI someone to share 1n your mls-er- y - A Now I don't know the an- swer But I know p=n ~f:iftf;t4?fll A¥ ~JT¥~ ~ a flamen~co~ dan-- car who will dance for you if you will dance for~ me. I 'I' , ... _ L ~ ~ FrlF11 . it ~-~~ Mir- an~da,~ Sh~s Valenti-no fan-- f/1 ':JJ-­ -'III!. 'iiii\IJ -~ IIIiI;t' IIfwii ~ ~ doesn"t claim to under- stand, She bakes Brownies for the boys--- in the band.--- 2.