Dave's Music #108 People
I wanted to share a song by Siena Christie that is a beautiful and true ballad about Zara Alvarez that I mentioned to Siena would be a great song to enter in a songwriting contest... it ranks up there with Joe Hill or even dare I say Dylan's Hurricane She indicated it's really tied to the Coalition for Human Rights in the Phillippines but she would consider it. I will make you wait until the last song, but here is what Siena put on her Bandcamp page:
"Name on a List" is dedicated to the memory of Zara Alvarez, a brave and selfless human rights activist and 39-year-old single mother who was killed in August 2020. This song premiered at the All Saints Day Concert on November 1st, 2020, hosted by the Philippine-US Solidarity Organization (PUSO) of Vancouver.
In honor of Zara Alvarez and all martyred human rights defenders in the Philippines, 100% of proceeds from song purchases will be donated to the International Coalition for Human Rights in the Philippines (ICHRP) to benefit Filipino activists still at work today, and to advocate for the passage of the Philippine Human Rights Act (PHRA) in Congress.
Make a direct donation to ICHRP: paypal.me/ichrpus
Learn more about Zara Alvarez's life and work:
The doctors will catch him if they can
When they do they’ll give him a tan
Run, little Billy, run
Run, little Billy Reuben, run, little Billy Reuben, run, little Billy Reuben
Run, Billy, run
Bill Reuben saw a sweet little girl
Sweetest lil’ girl in the whole round World
Stopped her ears with silent swirls
Run, little Billy, run
Bill Reuben saw a fine little lad
Decided to be his dad
One long hug drove the poor boy mad
Run, little Billy, run
You might think I’m being unfair
that I’m biased beyond compare
Well, you can call me jaundiced; I don’t care
Run, little Billy, run
credits
Written by Quillan and Kim Roe
You can't go home again if it's never been.
You just kept playing your song and then
You played it even louder even when they said, "When!"
You got a tattoo, didn't think it through,
Now you're getting gone to go be somebody new,
Two less shoulders to bump into
Letting loose while truth settles in.
Well, for 16 years your ma n' papa told you,
“Don't you know someday you got to put it all down,”
But you just didn't listen, you just couldn't listen,
You just kept a-wishin' and look at you now,
Well, you're out there prowling like a moondog howling
At the night eye full and round,
And everybody told me that you'd always be a-runnin'
And you'll never settle down.
You got plenty of steam, just running outta green;
Got enough for cheap beer and gasoline,
Mama told you, “Don't you let ‘em make you mean!”
But you're harder than the hinges of eternity it seems
You put some new lines on your old face
Trying to fix an old heart with a new place;
Fat on freedom where most got a taste,
Now there's no case for getting lean.
Now for 22 years, your ma n’ papa told you,
“Don't you know someday you got to put it all down,”
But you just didn't listen, you just couldn't listen,
You just kept a-wishin' and look at you now,
Well, you're out there prowling like a moondog howling
At the night eye full and round,
And everybody told me that you'd always be a-runnin'
And you'll never settle down.
Well, it's that old fire you never could kill,
Now your stuck between low and lower still,
Just a specter sent, your spine to chill;
An old ghost floating like wind under your sill,
Oh, but those old tunes, they still feel new
Enough to kick up a little dust to,
There ain't no sense in saving you,
You're gonna do just what you will.
Now for 34 years your ma n’ papa told you,
“Don't you know someday you got to put it all down,”
But you just didn't listen, you just couldn't listen,
You just kept a-wishin' and look at you now,
Well, you're out there prowling like a moondog howling
At the night eye full and round,
And everybody told me that you'd always be a-runnin'
And you'll never settle down.
Uncle Hank was 75
She liked his fiddlin', no doubt
Liked his help on the rural route
And the rest didn't bear thinkin' about
Aunt Peg's new old man.
For his people and his golden land, His body had not slept,
Then Wildcat said, "Oh Chief I beg you go,
With me to stand against our mortal foe,
But Osceola raised his proud head high,
Said, "Do this ere I die."