Let's go in order for a minute and look at the next two songs from Music from Big Pink, "To Kingdom Come" and "In a Station", written by Robbie Robertson and Richard Manuel, respectively. The first one exemplifies the oblique style of writing that Robertson would ultimately become associated with while being the creative brain of the group, while the latter song proves that Manuel knew how to write numbers that fit perfectly with his aching falsetto.
Forefather pointed to kingdom come
Sadly told his only son
Just be careful what you do
It all comes back on you.
False witness spread the news
Somebody's gonna lose
Either she or me or you,
Nothing we can do.
(Chorus)
Don't you say a word
Or reveal a thing you've learned
Time will tell you well
If you truly, truly fell
Tarred and feathered, yea!
Thistles and thorns,
One or the other
He kindly warns.
Now you look out the window tell me
What do you see?
I see a golden calf pointing
Back at me.
I been sitting in here for so darn long
Waitin' for the end to come along.
Holy roaster on the brink
Take a chance, swim or sink.
False witness, cast an evil eye
said I cannot tell a lie,
Haints and saints don't bother me
I'm not alone you see.
(Chorus)
Once I walked through the halls of a station
Someone called your name
In the street I heard children laughing
They all sound the same
Wonder, could you ever know me
Know the reason why I live
Is there nothing you can show me
Life seems so little to give
Once I climbed up the face of a mountain
And ate the wild fruit there
Fell asleep until the moonlight woke me
And I could taste your hair
Isn't everybody dreaming!
Then the voice I hear is real
Out of all the idle scheming
Can't we have something to feel
Once upon a time leaves me empty
Tomorrow never comes
I could sing the sound of your laughter
Still I don't know your name
Must be some way to repay you
Out of all the good you gave
If a rumour should delay you
Love seems so little to save
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Tears of Rage
I figure there's no better way to kick this thing off than to start with the very first track from the Band's very first album, Music from Big Pink, released in 1968. That song is Tears of Rage, written by Bob Dylan and Richard Manuel.
We carried you in our arms on Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so?
To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him "No"
(Chorus:)
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so low
And life is brief
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
(Chorus)
We pointed you the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
I want you to know that while we watched
You discovered no one would be true
And I myself was among
The ones who thought
It was just a childish thing to do
(Chorus)
This broke every perceived rule of album programming. You were supposed to start out with a rocker, then do the slow ballad second. Instead Music From Big Pink opens with this slow, stately song sung by Richard Manuel.
Levon Helm
"Tears of Rage opened the album with a slow song, which was just another way of rebelling against the rebellion. We were deliberately going against the grain. Few artists had ever opened an album with a slow song, so we had to. At the zenith of the psychedelic era with it’s flaming guitars and endless solos and elongated jams, we weren’t about to make that kind of album. Bob Dylan helped Richard with this number about a parent’s heartbreak, and Richard sang one of the best performances of his life."
The philosophy behind the song was often quoted in contemporary articles on The Band. In direct contrast to the mood of the times, they were not writing about hating their parents or breaking away from their families - hence the ‘Next of Kin’ photo on the centrefold of the album:
Robbie Robertson
"You know the punky attitude that had to do with music - hate your mother and stab your father. It’s kind of a trend of some sort, and this (the next of kin photo)was a statement that we weren’t there. We don’t hate our mothers and fathers. It (Tears of Rage)’s from a parent’s point of view. So what if your parents did you wrong? Maybe they did, but so what? Everybody’s doing what they can do, right or wrong. I’m just tired of hearing all this - that little girl, Janis Ian. You know, Jim Morrison and all those people. I just think that they’re a drag. Even if that is their situation, who cares? "
Richard Manuel
"(Dylan) came down to the basement with a piece of typewritten paper - and it was typed out - in line form - and he just said ‘Have you got any music for this?’ I had a couple of musical movements that fit, that seemed to fit, so I just elaborated a little bit, because I wasn’t sure what the lyrics meant. I couldn’t run upstairs and say, ‘What’s this mean Bob? Now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse.’"
Greil Marcus, Rolling Stone magazine reviewer
"One hears a pure naked emotion in some of Dylan’s writing and singing - in Tears of Rage especially - that can’t be found anywhere else, and I think it is the musical sympathy Dylan and The Band shared in these sessions that gives Tears of Rage, and other numbers their remarkable depth and power."
Never mind who wrote what, it seemed to sum the Band up, and certainly everything they had to say to interviewers fitted the song:
We carried you in our arms
on Independence Day
Now you throw us all aside
and put us all away * (Dylan version: on our way )
Oh ,what dear daughter neath the sun (Dylan what daughter beneath the sun)
could treat a father so? (Dylan: would treather)
To wait upon him hand and foot
yet always tell him no? (Dylan version 3: answer no )
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
why must I always be the thief?
Dylan was already a parent; none of The Band were, but the song is still surprising because it’s not till kids are teenage that you get that feeling (though one supposes they’d all spent time considerable listening to teenaged girls moaning about their parents). Never mind that it’s a Dylan song. They arranged it. They placed it in its position of total prominence. Richard sang it. As commentators have pointed out, oddly the lyrics and style sound more like a Robertson song rather than Manuel or Dylan, but this is being wise after the event. Discount all the bullshit about Robertson writing this (or Dylan writing The Weight).
The magic image it starts with is the family group on Independence Day, a national holiday where parents watch parades, kids in arms. But of course the problem is that when kids arrive at their own personal day for independence - a mirror of the initial Independence Day - you can’t carry them in your arms anymore, even metaphorically. And if you want to get heavy, then maybe America itself is the child, the daughter, carried by the founding fathers in their arms (on Independence Day).
Paul Williams, producer
"I always come back to my first impression, based on the opening lines, that the song is about the American nation as seen from the perspective of the founding fathers, an expression of their pain at how she (personified as a female, Liberty) has turned her back on the ideas in which she was conceived.
We pointed you the way to go (Dylan: pointed out )
and scratched your name in sand
though you just thought it was nothing more
than a place for you to stand
I want you to know
that while we watched you discover
no one would be true (Dylan: there was no one true )
that I myself was among the ones (Dylan I myself remember now … )
who thought it was a childish thing to do
The whole mood of 1968 was kids rebelling against their parents. The tears of rage and grief are all around. The kids have taken all that false instruction. They were turning up at graduation ceremonies wearing black armbands."
Greil Marcus takes up the America theme, but this time America is the parent, rather than the child:
"They began with ‘Tears of Rage’, an eerie invocation of Independence Day, dragging the organ and those secretive horns across a funereal beat, changing the Fourth of July into an image of betrayal and loneliness: America betrayed by those who would no longer be part of it."
You can go even further if you want. Tim Riley, writer and media commentator, sees an injured soldier being carried in the arms on Independence Day:
"Tears of Rage … is a soldier’s curse upon his commander. It’s the voice of a man who followed his leader into battle, saw his friends slaughtered for a cause he never believed in, only to return to find his superior running for political office, turning his back on the values that were so easily sacrificed. 'We carried you in our arms / on Independence Day' is the kind of battle-scar allusion that Robbie Robertson will flesh out on ‘The Night they Drove Old Dixie Down' … 'Tears of Rage' doesn’t depend on the same associations, but it pursues the same memories and voices , a disbelief in and cynicism about authority so charged with resentment it can barely work up the steam to get pissed off … The leader who was carried in the arms of his troops, who scratched his name in sand, must now hear the bitter voice of the dissenters. The song can be read as an allegory of the Vietnam experience."
Levon Helm
"It had those trademark horns and organ and the moaning tom-tom style of drumming that I’ve been credited with by some observers, but I know that Ringo Starr was doing something like it at the same time. You make the drum notes bend down in pitch. You hit it, it sounds, and then it hums as the note dies out. If the ensemble is right, you can hear it sustain like a bell, and it’s very emotional. It can keep a slow song suspended in an interesting way. As a matter of fact, I found the tuning I used in ‘Tears of Rage’ by tuning to the flourescent lighting in the studio."
We carried you in our arms on Independence Day
And now you'd throw us all aside and put us all away
Oh, what dear daughter 'neath the sun could treat a father so?
To wait upon him hand and foot and always tell him "No"
(Chorus:)
Tears of rage, tears of grief
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know we're so low
And life is brief
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
(Chorus)
We pointed you the way to go
And scratched your name in sand
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand
I want you to know that while we watched
You discovered no one would be true
And I myself was among
The ones who thought
It was just a childish thing to do
(Chorus)
This broke every perceived rule of album programming. You were supposed to start out with a rocker, then do the slow ballad second. Instead Music From Big Pink opens with this slow, stately song sung by Richard Manuel.
Levon Helm
"Tears of Rage opened the album with a slow song, which was just another way of rebelling against the rebellion. We were deliberately going against the grain. Few artists had ever opened an album with a slow song, so we had to. At the zenith of the psychedelic era with it’s flaming guitars and endless solos and elongated jams, we weren’t about to make that kind of album. Bob Dylan helped Richard with this number about a parent’s heartbreak, and Richard sang one of the best performances of his life."
The philosophy behind the song was often quoted in contemporary articles on The Band. In direct contrast to the mood of the times, they were not writing about hating their parents or breaking away from their families - hence the ‘Next of Kin’ photo on the centrefold of the album:
Robbie Robertson
"You know the punky attitude that had to do with music - hate your mother and stab your father. It’s kind of a trend of some sort, and this (the next of kin photo)was a statement that we weren’t there. We don’t hate our mothers and fathers. It (Tears of Rage)’s from a parent’s point of view. So what if your parents did you wrong? Maybe they did, but so what? Everybody’s doing what they can do, right or wrong. I’m just tired of hearing all this - that little girl, Janis Ian. You know, Jim Morrison and all those people. I just think that they’re a drag. Even if that is their situation, who cares? "
Richard Manuel
"(Dylan) came down to the basement with a piece of typewritten paper - and it was typed out - in line form - and he just said ‘Have you got any music for this?’ I had a couple of musical movements that fit, that seemed to fit, so I just elaborated a little bit, because I wasn’t sure what the lyrics meant. I couldn’t run upstairs and say, ‘What’s this mean Bob? Now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse.’"
Greil Marcus, Rolling Stone magazine reviewer
"One hears a pure naked emotion in some of Dylan’s writing and singing - in Tears of Rage especially - that can’t be found anywhere else, and I think it is the musical sympathy Dylan and The Band shared in these sessions that gives Tears of Rage, and other numbers their remarkable depth and power."
Never mind who wrote what, it seemed to sum the Band up, and certainly everything they had to say to interviewers fitted the song:
We carried you in our arms
on Independence Day
Now you throw us all aside
and put us all away * (Dylan version: on our way )
Oh ,what dear daughter neath the sun (Dylan what daughter beneath the sun)
could treat a father so? (Dylan: would treather)
To wait upon him hand and foot
yet always tell him no? (Dylan version 3: answer no )
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
why must I always be the thief?
Dylan was already a parent; none of The Band were, but the song is still surprising because it’s not till kids are teenage that you get that feeling (though one supposes they’d all spent time considerable listening to teenaged girls moaning about their parents). Never mind that it’s a Dylan song. They arranged it. They placed it in its position of total prominence. Richard sang it. As commentators have pointed out, oddly the lyrics and style sound more like a Robertson song rather than Manuel or Dylan, but this is being wise after the event. Discount all the bullshit about Robertson writing this (or Dylan writing The Weight).
The magic image it starts with is the family group on Independence Day, a national holiday where parents watch parades, kids in arms. But of course the problem is that when kids arrive at their own personal day for independence - a mirror of the initial Independence Day - you can’t carry them in your arms anymore, even metaphorically. And if you want to get heavy, then maybe America itself is the child, the daughter, carried by the founding fathers in their arms (on Independence Day).
Paul Williams, producer
"I always come back to my first impression, based on the opening lines, that the song is about the American nation as seen from the perspective of the founding fathers, an expression of their pain at how she (personified as a female, Liberty) has turned her back on the ideas in which she was conceived.
We pointed you the way to go (Dylan: pointed out )
and scratched your name in sand
though you just thought it was nothing more
than a place for you to stand
I want you to know
that while we watched you discover
no one would be true (Dylan: there was no one true )
that I myself was among the ones (Dylan I myself remember now … )
who thought it was a childish thing to do
The whole mood of 1968 was kids rebelling against their parents. The tears of rage and grief are all around. The kids have taken all that false instruction. They were turning up at graduation ceremonies wearing black armbands."
Greil Marcus takes up the America theme, but this time America is the parent, rather than the child:
"They began with ‘Tears of Rage’, an eerie invocation of Independence Day, dragging the organ and those secretive horns across a funereal beat, changing the Fourth of July into an image of betrayal and loneliness: America betrayed by those who would no longer be part of it."
You can go even further if you want. Tim Riley, writer and media commentator, sees an injured soldier being carried in the arms on Independence Day:
"Tears of Rage … is a soldier’s curse upon his commander. It’s the voice of a man who followed his leader into battle, saw his friends slaughtered for a cause he never believed in, only to return to find his superior running for political office, turning his back on the values that were so easily sacrificed. 'We carried you in our arms / on Independence Day' is the kind of battle-scar allusion that Robbie Robertson will flesh out on ‘The Night they Drove Old Dixie Down' … 'Tears of Rage' doesn’t depend on the same associations, but it pursues the same memories and voices , a disbelief in and cynicism about authority so charged with resentment it can barely work up the steam to get pissed off … The leader who was carried in the arms of his troops, who scratched his name in sand, must now hear the bitter voice of the dissenters. The song can be read as an allegory of the Vietnam experience."
Levon Helm
"It had those trademark horns and organ and the moaning tom-tom style of drumming that I’ve been credited with by some observers, but I know that Ringo Starr was doing something like it at the same time. You make the drum notes bend down in pitch. You hit it, it sounds, and then it hums as the note dies out. If the ensemble is right, you can hear it sustain like a bell, and it’s very emotional. It can keep a slow song suspended in an interesting way. As a matter of fact, I found the tuning I used in ‘Tears of Rage’ by tuning to the flourescent lighting in the studio."
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