Seeing Gillian Welch was a major check off the bucket list, of course. She has been a long time favorite and this was my first time seeing her live. So joyful!
"I Hear Them All" really spoke to me, though I would say each song did! But something about this felt more personal after the events of our Charlottesville summer. The version below is a bit different, as last night they had a violinist, another guitarist, and a stand up bass player. But this too is a truly beautiful version. It's a cover of an Old Crow Medicine Show song, and of course, Woody Guthrie.
I hear the crying
of the hungry in the deserts where they're wandering.
Hear them crying
out for heaven's own benevolence upon them.
Hear destructive
power prevailing, I hear fools falsely hailing.
To the crooked
wits of tyrants when they call.
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear the sounds
of tearing pages and the roar of burning paper.
All the crimes in
acquisitions turn to air and ash and vapor.
And the rattle of
the shackle far beyond emancipators.
And the loneliest
who gather in their stalls.
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
So while you sit
and whistle Dixie with your money and your power.
I can hear the
flowers a-growin' in the rubble of the towers.
I hear leaders
quit their lying
I hear babies quit
their crying.
I hear soldiers
quit their dying, one and all.
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear the tender
words from Zion, I hear Noah's waterfall.
Hear the gentle
lamb of Judah sleeping at the feet of Buddha.
And the prophets
from Elijah to the old Paiute Wovoka.
Take their places
at the table when they're called.
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
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