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ramnath

August 28, 2023 11:32am

#Music on #Blue-Crystal-Hand
#WoodyGuthrie 7/14/1912 #Birth US folk musician

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfv2P2fagOs
#Struggle [ #1976] - #Woody-Guthrie

Michael

January 8, 2023 5:33am

Meanwhile, some vintage Woody Guthrie. Two Sides, really....
Some fine New Year's Resolutions for and by Woody Guthrie.

As described by banjo/guitar performer/teacher Joe Newberry. ("Context & Perspective")

Woody Guthrie's New Year's Resolutions, January 1, 1943.
I especially like 18, 19, 20, 25, and 31.

And a less rousing song about less uplifting thoughts the next year:

Cocaine Blues (1944)

#WoodyGuthrie #folklegends #folkmusic #singer #music #musica #musique #NewYears #Resolutions

Note: Woody Guthrie was a singer-songwriter known for politics (pro-socialism, anti-fascism) and music;
He wrote "This Land is Your Land" as an alternative to "God Bless America".

Enjomineur D3

April 9, 2022 1:09pm

This machine kills fascists !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWUa7aAIfLE

#WoodyGuthrie #Guthrie #politique #musique #folk #ResistanceRevivalChorus #RhiannonGiddens #AllYouFascistsBoundToLose

Ted

January 15, 2021 2:59am

Fascists are not welcome here

woody guthrie

#anti-fascist #folk #music #WoodyGuthrie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwcKwGS7OSQ

Harry Göhde

November 21, 2015 7:26am

Den Text habe ich 1978 übersetzt, würde heute sicherlich einiges anders formuliere, hab's aber bis auf ein paar Korrekturen so gelassen

Deportee

(Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Martin Hoffman, 1961

The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,

The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;

They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border

To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,

Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;

You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,

All they will call you will be "deportees"

My father's own father, he waded that river,

They took all the money he made in his life;

My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,

And they rode the truck till they took down and died.

Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,

Our work contract's out and we have to move on;

Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,

We died in your valleys and died on your plains.

We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,

Both sides of the river, we died just the same.

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,

A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,

Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?

The radio says, "They are just deportees"

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?

Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?

To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil

And be called by no name except "deportees"?

Abgeschoben

(Flugzeugabsturz über Los Gatos)

Die Ernte ist eingebracht und die Pfirsiche verfaulen

Die Orangen stapeln sich in den Abfallbehältern

Ihr fliegt sie zurück zur Mexikanischen Grenze

Nehmt ihnen all ihr Geld und sie waten zurück*