Biografía:
Peggy Seeger (born June 17, 1935, New York City - ) is an American folk singer who also achieved renown in Britain, where she lived for more than 30 years, as the wife of songwriter and activist Ewan MacColl.
Seeger's father was Charles Seeger (1886–1979), an important folklorist and musicologist; her mother was Seeger's second wife, Ruth Porter Crawford Ruth Crawford seeger (1901–1953), a modernist composer who was one of the first women to receive a Guggenheim Fellowship. ... (family photo)
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Song of Choice
Am
Early every year the seeds are growing
A D A
Unseen, unheard, they lie beneath the ground
Am
Would you know before the leaves are showing
Dm G Am
That with weeds all your garden will abound.
E7
If you close your eyes, stop your ears,
Am E7
Hold your tongue, how can you know.
Am
For seeds you cannot see may not be there
Dm E7 Am
Seeds you cannot hear may never grow
Am G Am
In January you've still got the choice
C D E7
You can cut the weeds before they start to bud
Am C Dm
If you leave them to grow high they'll silence your voice.
E7 Am G Am
And in December you may pay with your blood.
Chorus
Am E7
So close your eyes, stop your ears,
Am E7
Close your mouth, take it slow.
Am
Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear,
Dm E7 Am
And later you can say you didn't know.
Ev'ry day another vulture takes flight
There's another danger born ev'ry morning
In the darkness of your blindness the beast will
learn its bite
How can you fight if you can't recognise a
warning?
Today you may earn a living wage
Tomorrow you may be on the dole
Though there's millions going hungry, you needn't disengage
For it's them not you, who've fallen in the hole.
Today the soldiers took away one
Tomorrow they may take away two
While April they took away Greece
But surely they will never take you?
It's alright for you if you run with the pack
It's alright if you agree with all they do
If fascism is slowly climbing back
It's not here yet, so what's it got to do with you?
The weeds are all around us and they are growing
It will soon be too late for the knife
If you leave them on the wind that around the wind is blowing
You may pay for your silence with your life.
So close your eyes, stop your ears,
Close your mouth, and never dare
And if it happens here they'll never come for you,
Because they know you really didn't care.
Am
Early every year the seeds are growing
A D A
Unseen, unheard, they lie beneath the ground
Am
Would you know before the leaves are showing
Dm G Am
That with weeds all your garden will abound.
E7
If you close your eyes, stop your ears,
Am E7
Hold your tongue, how can you know.
Am
For seeds you cannot see may not be there
Dm E7 Am
Seeds you cannot hear may never grow
Am G Am
In January you've still got the choice
C D E7
You can cut the weeds before they start to bud
Am C Dm
If you leave them to grow high they'll silence your voice.
E7 Am G Am
And in December you may pay with your blood.
Chorus
Am E7
So close your eyes, stop your ears,
Am E7
Close your mouth, take it slow.
Am
Let others take the lead and you bring up the rear,
Dm E7 Am
And later you can say you didn't know.
Ev'ry day another vulture takes flight
There's another danger born ev'ry morning
In the darkness of your blindness the beast will
learn its bite
How can you fight if you can't recognise a
warning?
Today you may earn a living wage
Tomorrow you may be on the dole
Though there's millions going hungry, you needn't disengage
For it's them not you, who've fallen in the hole.
Today the soldiers took away one
Tomorrow they may take away two
While April they took away Greece
But surely they will never take you?
It's alright for you if you run with the pack
It's alright if you agree with all they do
If fascism is slowly climbing back
It's not here yet, so what's it got to do with you?
The weeds are all around us and they are growing
It will soon be too late for the knife
If you leave them on the wind that around the wind is blowing
You may pay for your silence with your life.
So close your eyes, stop your ears,
Close your mouth, and never dare
And if it happens here they'll never come for you,
Because they know you really didn't care.
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