
Coming from a socialist family that valued cultural education highly I’ve been fed the old protest singers from the day I was born – my father being one himself with his now dissolved band Ram&Sjang. I’ve attended 27 celebrations of May 1st where my father has performed at at least 20 of these. And I have had the pleasure of playing with Decorate. Decorate. at May 1st in Fælledparken, Copenhagen, at a show arranged by SF. I knew the lyrics for Når Jeg Ser Et Rødt Flag (“When I see the red flag”) before I knew how to walk. And I’ve been to the long closed Land & Folk (Land and people) Festival for 10 years untill it closed with the collapse of Soviet Union in 1991. But nowadays it seems like the protest scene has died and left its remains in the hands of the aggressive punk and rap scenes. Which is nice in a way. But what about the folky tunes that people knew how to sing along to and understand? The statements made so clear and honest that you instantly understood? Is this scene completely dead?
Luckily the answer is no. A revival led by a teenager from Nebraska started in 1994. I am of course talking about Conor Oberst from the band Bright Eyes. Opening the eyes of a larger public with his commercially succesful CD I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning from 2005 he went from being a well kept underground secret in the independent milieu to being hailed as the next Dylan to enter the world stage. With violently heartfelt and beautiful lyrics about social in-justice, self-loathing, political issues, drugs and love he took a huge step into my socialist heart where he still is. The fragile duet Land Locked Blues he made with Emmylou Harris still stands as one of the most beautiful new protest songs of my time. A bullet shot through the indifference of the war lords and hard necessity to be “chosen” to tell the world the truth. I will post the lyrics for you here and urge you to buy his albums I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning and Fevers & Mirrors: Oh Holy Fools. These are the two masterpieces from his hand.
Land Locked Blues
If you walk away, I’ll walk away
First tell me which road you will take
I don’t want to risk our paths crossing some day
So you walk that way, I’ll walk this way
The future hangs over our heads
And it moves with each current event
Until it falls around like a cold, steady rain
Just stay in when it’s looking this way
The moon’s laying low in the sky
Forcing everything metal to shine
And the sidewalk holds diamonds,
Like a jewlery store case
They argue, “Walk this way,
no, walk this way.”
Laura’s asleep in my bed
As I’m leaving she wakes up and says,
“I dreamed you were carried away,
On the crest of a wave. Baby, don’t go away.
Come here.”
There’s kid’s playing guns in the street
And one’s pointing his tree branch at me
So I put my hands up, I say “Enough is enough.
If you walk away, I’ll walk away.”
And he shot me dead
I found a liquid cure
For my land-locked blues
It will pass away, like a slow parade
It’s leaving, but I don’t know how soon
The world’s got me dizzy again
You’d think after 22 years I’d be used to the spin
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place
So I’m always pacing around,
Or walking away
I’m drinking the ink from my pen
And I’m balancing history books up on my head
But it all boils down to one quotable phrase
“If you love something, give it away.”
A good woman would pick you apart
A box full of suggestions for your possible heart
And you may be offended, and you may be afraid
But don’t walk away, don’t walk away
We made love on the living room floor
With the noise in the background from a televised war
And in that defeaning pleasure
I thought I heard someone say
“If we walk away, they’ll walk away.”
But greed is a bottomless pit
And our freedom’s a joke, we’re just taking a piss
And the whole world must watch
The sad comic display
If you’re still free, start running away
‘Cuz we’re coming for ya
I’ve grown tired of holding this pose
I feel more like a stranger each time I come home
So I’m making a deal with the devils of fame
Saying “Let me walk away, please.”
You’ll be free, child, once you have died
From the shackles of language
And measurable time
And then we can trade places
Play musical graves
Tell them walk away, walk away, walk away
So I’m up at dawn
Putting on my shoes
I just want to make a clean escape
I’m leaving, but I don’t know where to
I know I’m leaving, but I don’t know where to