Multi-talented Alan Cumming delivers a wonderful rendition of Dougie Maclean”s tribute to Scotland, backed by a delighted band on public transit.
The smiles say it all. Musical magic can happen anywhere.
Can’t resist adding this sprightly protest tune No No No by Dougie Maclean. The song may very well be directed at Scottish politics, but it could very well be adapted for today’s reisistances.
Give us the strength to hold on
To what we were forced to let go.
Give us the strength to recognise
And say no no no no,
And say no no no no no no no.
With calls to England, Russia, China, Egypt, Israel and Africa, in 1973, with the Vietnam War getting increasingly uglier, the O’Jays carried on the theme of climbing aboard for unity and peace.
It’s a theme that never dies, especially married with a beat that that tempts the feet.
Playing for Change resurrected the tune in 2018, adding an even younger dimension and complete with appearances by big names in the music biz. It’s infectious.
Don’t you know that it’s time to get on board,
And let this train keep on riding, riding on through.
Please don’t miss this train at the station.
‘Cause if you miss it, I feel sorry, sorry for you.
Three guesses what this excerpt references.
Lena Khalaf Tuffaha has captured the terror and the injustice of people caught in a horrible conflict.
The poet brings us into a no-win situation. It’s chilling.
They call us now to say
You have 58 seconds from the end of this message.
Your house is next.
They think of it as some kind of
It doesn’t matter that
there is nowhere to run to.
The imagery in this single by Grateful Dead is post-apocalyptic, as if the forces sung about conspire to wreck us all.
Commissars and pinstripe bosses roll the dice.
Any way they fall, guess who gets to pay the price?
Money green, or proletarian gray,
Selling guns instead of food today.
So the kids they dance and shake their bones,
And the politicians throwing stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
So I hear this song the day after watching the documentary 13th, a treatment of the problem of prison and racis. Here’s a powerful acoustic performance
You came here in shackles.
Picked the cotton in chains.
That’s the sin of my people,
And I carry that shame.
God knows you must be weary.
You’ve been dreaming so long.
You built this country,
So march on, march on.
Michael Duff, lead singer for Chalk Farm, belts a rocker bemoaning the state of affairs in 1996, the racial and religious separations. Could be singing the same song this year.
And I think it will take us more than legislation
I think it will take us more than filling graves
And I say that you can not force appreciation
Lie on lie
A sparrow bellies briefly
in a snow drift still in shade,
Scoots into soggy fall leaf litter.
Scavenges on the first day of spring.
The breeze, the air, the sun,
Transform the calendar note,
Convince me to lift my face
Into the hope of a new season.
The federal government was much too slwo responding to Hurricane Katrina. Point of view for this song by Allen Watty? A rooftop survivor trying to stay alive. In August of 2005 Hurricane Katrina clobbered the New Orleans area, and the death toll was estimated at 1,800. The black community was hit hard. Watty tune mourns and protests.
Then it hit me.
Ain’t nobody coming to get me.
Nobody feels my pain.
Once again the clor of my skin
Reminds me ain’t nothing changed.
Sage, Kesha and Chika sing for the video “The Most Vicious Cycle,” a disturbing look at the cyclical way tragedies happen, we respond with sorrow and resolve, the world keeps turning and the same thing happens again and again. It’s a sobering look at a reality in our lives.
In a mad man’s world, happens every day
I don’t understand why the rules can’t change
I don’t wanna be a moment of silence
I don’t wanna be an early grave
When I’m walking through the halls
I don’t wanna be brave, I just wanna be safe
Old Sol burns through morning lace and mist
Somehow placed to coax a blue-pearl world,
And we live.
Our star, our firmament
were birthed in a collosal throe
Far from any memory
From an unimaginable,
Sol, its worlds, our eyes
watch red shifts as sun, earth
Careen from other celestial bodies.
Ages later, a future generation,
Perhaps, may see a turn to blue,
As sun, maybe, and globe, maybe
And, maybe, we
Face the possiblity
of starting again.
Sun’s end, creation’s pause,
Return to smash,
Fill imagination, trouble dreams
And, we live.
[Thoughts on a morning walk after reading cosmology.]