WOODY SEZ

There’s a feeling in music and it carries you back down the road you have traveled and makes you travel it again. Sometimes when I hear music I think back over my days – and a feeling that is fifty-fifty joy and pain swells like clouds taking all kinds of shapes in my mind.

Music is in all the sounds of nature and there never was a sound that was not music – the splash of an alligator, the rain dripping on dry leaves, the whistle of a train, a long and lonesome train whistling down, a truck horn blowing at a street corner speaker – kids squawling along the streets – the silent wail of wind and sky caressing the breasts of the desert.

Life is this sound, and since creation has been a song. And there is no real trick of creating words to set to music, once you realize that the word is the music and the people are the song.
Woody Guthrie

Woody Guthrie would have been 100 on July 14th of this year and there is lots to celebrate. He is the author of our most famous American folk song: This Land is Your Land which in its original version was both patriotic and a call for economic justice.

While I was in DC this weekend, I saw a play telling Woody’s Story. The encore included a local who created this song, Woody’s Children, in his memory. It seemed the perfect ending to an excited Obama victory and made me remember my favorite rendition of all times: Pete Seger singing the original version at the last inauguration. Here are the original lyrics:

This Land Is Your Land
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.

I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said “No Trespassing.”
But on the other side it didn’t say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.



2 Thoughts

  1. phyllis says:

    In the fifties I bought a record that said “every sound is music” You brought that back to me with your quote. Love the music

  2. Susan says:

    What a wonderful quote. He was present to all the sounds of life and nature and to the spirit of all people. This was the music I grew up on.

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