mysongbook.de

Henry's Songbook

All original copyrights respected / For private use only



go to  de   Susannes Folksong-Notizen   English Notes  uk

Turn Turn Turn

  • (Trad / Pete Seeger)

    Chorus:
    To everything - turn turn turn
    There is a season - turn turn turn
    And a time to every purpose under heaven

    A time to be born, a time to die
    A time to plant, a time to reap
    A time to kill, a time to heal
    A time to laugh, a time to weep

    A time to build up, a time to break down
    A time to dance, a time to mourn
    A time to cast away stones
    A time to gather stones together

    A time of love, a time of hate
    A time of war, a time of peace
    A time you may embrace
    A time to refrain from embracing

    A time to gain, a time to lose
    A time to rend, a time to sew
    A time of love, a time of hate
    A time of peace, I swear it's not too late

    Tune: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Susannes Folksong-Notizen

  • [1964:] What is right and what is wrong in this world? The most truthful answer I know comes from Ecclesiastes [Buch der Prediger 3, 1-9], that hardboiled section of the Bible ('Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.'). (Seeger, Rhymney 114)

  • [1985:] In [Ecclesiastes], Pete's favorite chapter of the Bible, a worldly preacher traveled with his gospel, preaching rectitude:

    Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savor:
    so doth a little folly him that is in reputation for wisdom and honor.

    In the Sixties, this message seemed especially out of place; people wanted a little folly. Pete understood this better now [...] but he demanded moral consistency in an inconsistent time. (Dunaway, Seeger 273f)

  • [1993:] About 1959 I got a letter from my publisher complaining, "Pete, can't you write another song like Goodnight Irene? I can't sell or promote these protest songs." I angrily tore off a note to him, "You better find another songwriter. This is the only kind of song I know how to write." I leafed through my pocket notebook to some verses I'd copied down a year before, verses by a bearded fellow with sandals, a tough minded fellow called Ecclesiastes who lived in Judea, like 3,000 years ago. I added one line ("a time of peace, I swear it's not too late"), omitted a few lines, and repeated the first two lines as a chorus, plus one new word repeated three times. Taped it. Mailed it next morning.

    Got a letter from the publisher two days later, "Wonderful; just what I hoped for." Myself, I was delighted by the version of the Byrds: all those electric guitars. Like clanging bells. [...] I wonder what Ecclesiastes looked like. I bet he was short, wiry, irascible. I thought no one knew his/her real name - last year I read it was "Koholeth".

    [On] closer examination I realized that both tunes [this and Bells of Rhymney] owed more than a little to that ancient mother-of-tunes, Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, starting on the first note of the scale, going up to the fifth note and working their way back down to the first note again. (Seeger, Flowers 172f)

Quelle: USA

go back de  T-Index uk


Henry
 Sammlung : Susanne Kalweit (Kiel)
Layout : Henry Kochlin  (Schwerin)

aktualisiert am 08.05.2002