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1、主講人：馬世芳 引爆樂史大革命的 Harry Smith Anthology及其子裔 老靈魂，搞搞新意思 民謠搖滾溯流，亞美利堅篇 Harry Smith (1923-1991) “This is the Touchstone, the Grail, the Real Deal, the Nitty Gritty, Gound Zero. Long may it wave.” - Peter Stampfel, the Fugs “Dead Sea Scrolls? Nah. Ill take the Anthology.” - John Fahey electronic recording
2、devices The Carter Family John Hardy John Hardy was a brave little man, He carried two guns evry day. Killed him a man in the West Virginia land, Oughta seen poor Johnny gettin away, Lord, Lord, Oughta seen poor Johnny gettin away. John Hardy was standin at the barroom door, He didnt have a hand in
3、the game, Up stepped his woman and threw down fi fty cents, Says, “Deal my man in the game, Lord, Lord“ John Hardy lost that fi fty cents, It was all he had in the game, He drew the forty-four that he carried by his side Blowed out that poor Negros brains, Lord, Lord John Hardy had ten miles to go,
4、And half of that he run, He run till he come to the broad river bank, He fell to his breast and he swum, Lord, Lord He swum till he came to his mothers house, “My boy, what have you done?“ “Ive killed a man in the West Virginia Land, And I know that I have to be hung, Lord, Lord“ He asked his mother
5、 for a fi fty-cent piece, “My son, I have no change.“ “Then hand me down my old forty-four And Ill blow out my agurvatin sic brains, Lord, Lord“ John Hardy was lyin on the broad river bank, As drunk as a man could be; Up stepped the police and took him by the hand, Sayin “Johnny, come and go with me
6、, Lord, Lord“ John Hardy had a pretty little girl, The dress she wore was blue. She come a-skippin through the old jail hall Sayin, “Poppy, Ill be true to you, Lord, Lord“ John Hardy had another little girl, The dress that she wore was red, She came a-skippin through the old jail hall Sayin “Poppy,
7、Id rather be dead, Lord, Lord“ They took John Hardy to the hangin ground, They hung him there to die. The very last words that poor boy said, “My forty gun never told a lie, Lord, Lord“ Joan Baez (1941- ) Joan Baez and Bob Dylan Uncle Tupelo 1990 Down On Pennys Farm Come you ladies and you gentlemen
8、 And listen to my song, Ill sing it to you right, but you might think its wrong, May make you mad, but I mean no harm, Its all about the renters on Pennys farm. CHORUS: Its hard times in the country, Down on Pennys farm. Now you move out on Pennys farm, Plant a little crop of bacco and a little crop
9、 of corn, Hell come around to plan and plot, Till he gets himself a mortgage On everything you got. You go to the fi elds And you work all day, Till way after dark, but you get no pay, Promise you meat or a little lard, Its hard to be a renter on Pennys farm. Now heres George Penny come into town, W
10、ith his wagon-load of peaches, not one of them sound, Hes got to have his money or somebodys check, You pay him for a bushel, And you dont get a peck. Then George Pennys renters, they come into town, With their hands in their pockets, and their heads hanging down, Go in the store and the merchant wi
11、ll say: “Your mortgage is due And Im looking for my pay.“ Goes down in his pocket with a trembling hand - “Cant pay you all but Ill pay you what I can.“ Then to the telephone the merchant makes a call, “Theyll put you on the chain gang If you dont pay it all.“ Bob Dylan (1941- ) Hard Times In New Yo
12、rk Town Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song. Sing it to you right, but you might think its wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story Ill tell “Bout an East Coast city that you all know well. Its hard times in the city, Livin down in New York town. Old New York City is a friendly old
13、 town, From Washington Heights to Harlem on down. Theres a-mighty many people all millin all around, Theyll kick you when youre up and knock you when youre down. Its hard times in the city, Livin down in New York town. Its a mighty long ways from the Golden Gate To Rockefeller Plaza n the Empire Sta
14、te. Mister Rockefeller sets up as high as a bird, Old Mister Empire never says a word. Its hard times from the country, Livin down in New York town. Well, its up in the mornin tryin to fi nd a job of work. Stand in one place till your feet begin to hurt. If you got a lot o money you can make yoursel
15、f merry, If you only got a nickel, its the Staten Island Ferry. And its hard times in the city, Livin down in New York town. Mister Hudson come a-sailin down the stream And old Mister Minuet paid for his dream. Bought your city on a one-way track, F I had my way Id sell it right back. And its hard t
16、imes in the city, Livin down in New York town. Ill take all the smog in Cal-i-for-ne-ay, N every bit of dust in the Oklahoma plains, N the dirt in the caves of the Rocky Mountain mines. Its all much cleaner than the New York kind. And its hard times in the city, Livin down in New York town. So all you newsy people, spread the news around, You cn listen to m story, listen to m song. You cn step on my name, you c
