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Negro Spirituals

 
 
Letty
 
Reply Tue 15 Jun, 2004 06:25 pm
No, Not black spirituals, either. I was thinking tonight about how very deep those waters ran.

Deep River...

Old Man River...

Damn, they were beautiful.





The Song
Follow the drinking gourd,
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is waiting
for to carry you to freedom
if you follow the drinking gourd.

When the sun comes back,
and the first Quail calls,
Follow the drinking gourd,
For the old man is waiting
for to carry you to freedom
If you follow the drinking gourd.

The riverbank will make a very good road,
The dead trees show you the way.
Left foot, peg foot traveling on,
Following the drinking gourd.

The river ends between two hills,

This, perhaps was a code for Harriet Tubman's underground railroad, and referred to the big dipper, but it really doesn't matter, does it.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Tue 15 Jun, 2004 07:12 pm
This version of OH FREEDOM may be a bit modernized, not sure.


Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom over me
And before I`d be a slave I`ll be buried in a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

No more mourning, no more mourning, no more mourning over me
And before I`d be a slave I`ll be buried in a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

No more crying, no more crying, no more crying over me
And before I`d be a slave I`ll be buried in a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom over me
And before I`d be a slave I`ll be buried in a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

There`ll be singin`, there`ll be singin`, there`ll be singin` over me
And before I`d be a slave I`ll be buried in a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom over me
And before I`d be a slave I`ll be buried in a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free
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Letty
 
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Reply Tue 15 Jun, 2004 07:26 pm
Edgar, Never heard that one, but I sang so many of them as a child.

I'm gonna lay down my burden,
down by the riverside,
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I'm gonna lay down my burden,
down by the riverside,
I'm gonna study war no more


I ain't a gonna study war no more,
I ain't a gonna study war no more
I ain't a gonna study war no more,
I ain't a gonna study war no more
I ain't a gonna study war no more,
I ain't a gonna study war no more

Well, I'm gonna put on my long white robe,
(Where?) down by the riverside (Oh)
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I'm gonna put on my long white robe,
(Where?) down by the riverside
I'm gonna study war no more


I ain't a gonna study war no more,
I ain't a gonna study war no more
I ain't a gonna study war no more,
I ain't a gonna study war no more
I ain't a gonna study war no more,
I ain't a gonna study war no more


Well, I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield,
(Where?) down by the riverside
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside
I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield,
(A-ha) down by the riverside
I'm gonna study war no more


I ain't a gonna study war no more,
I ain't a gonna study war no more
I ain't a gonna study war no more,
I ain't a gonna study war no more
I ain't a gonna study war no more,
I ain't a gonna study war no more



words & music by - Unknown
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Tue 15 Jun, 2004 08:06 pm
BUKED AND SCORNED


I've been buked and I've been scorned,
I've been buked and I've been scorned,
Children, I've been buked and I've been scorned,
Tryin' to make this journey all alone

You may talk about me sure as you please
Talk about me sure as you please
Children, talk about me sure as you please
Your talk will never drive me down to my knees

Jesus died to set me free
Jesus died to set me free
Children, Jesus died to set me free
Nailed to that cross on Calvary

I've been buked and I've been scorned
I've been buked and I've been scorned
Children, I've been buked and I've been scorned
Tryin' to make this journey all alone
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Wed 16 Jun, 2004 08:09 pm
" As we wheeled up the avenue, our numbers ever increasing, the Negroes broke into another song, more joful than the last, and all clapped hands in unison, when they sang the chorus until the air quivered with melody." (From an account by Mary Livermore, a Boston school teacher in Virginia before the Civil War.)
Oh, my Lord!
Oh, my good Lord!
Keep me from sinkin' down.
I tell you what I mean to do
(Keep me from sinkin' down)
I mean to go to heaven too
(Keep me from sinkin' down)
I look up yonder and what do I see?
(Keep me from sinkin' down)
I see the angels beckonin' me
(Keep me from sinkin' down)

The Air Quivered
Singly or by twos the black slaves slipped into the torch-lit forest grove. What they were doing was illegal. They could be whipped for it. But they had to sing, had to sing without restraint, had to pour out to God their souls' deepest prayers, longings and complaints, regardless of consequences. With bodies swaying and eyes half-closed, they sang, lifting to heaven their anguish and triumph.

Oh, bye an' bye, bye an' bye
I'm goin' to lay down my heavy load...
I'm troubled, I'm troubled,
I'm troubled in mind
If Jesus don't help me
I surely will die. . .

Simple the words may have been, but they expressed spiritual aspirations and sorrows as deep as any found in Christendom. What is more, they were expressed with rhythms of utmost sophistication and melodies plaintive, haunting, or oddly original.

The blacks who stepped in chains from the slave ships were a musical people, used to expressing religious ideas in song. Sold into hard work, poverty and oppression in America, they turned to songs for solace, singing on every possible occasion in rhythms that had been long familiar to their race. They sang while picking cotton or shucking corn, sang on the chain gang, sang in prison, sang in church-when allowed to attend.

If the slaves had to judge Christianity only by their white masters, few might have become Christians. They were well aware of the shortcomings of their owners, whose faith was often merely a Sunday profession, ignored during the harsh week. Hypocrisy found pointed comment in Spirituals.

Everybody talkin' about
Heaven ain't goin' there...

But just as the gospel had appealed in the first century to the poor and to slaves, so it appealed to Africans similarly situated. The sufferings of Christ and of the ancient Jews drew black folk to Christianity. Moses delivering his people from Egyptian bondage, Joseph sold as a slave by his own brothers, Daniel flung by a tyrant into a lion's den--these timeless stories were the agents that evoked a response of faith from the slave community, faith which found utterance in song.

Go down Moses,
'Way down in Egypt land
Tell ol' Pharaoh
To let my people go.

Little wonder, then, that of all the slave songs, it is the Spirituals, expressing the deepest religious emotions of souls touched by Christ, which kindles a flame in our hearts. Spirituals are recognized as some of the world's most authentic spiritual utterances since David penned the Psalms.

Identity
These Spirituals gave the slaves an identity which appearances seemed to belie: that of a people chosen by the Lord. Just as the Lord fought for Moses and the Israelites, just as he toppled Goliath before David, just as he appeared to Jacob on the ladder, so would he work in their lives. And if they were not delivered while yet living in this world, there remained freedom in the heavenly Canaan. Their songs summarized these beliefs, expressing in broken words the genuine spiritual realities of a world unseen, the world of Christian virtues: forgiveness, hope, faith, love, endurance, eternal life, holiness. James Weldon Johnson noted this and commented, "The Negro took complete refuge in Christianity, and the Spirituals were literally forged of sorrow in the heat of religious fervor. They exhibited, moreover, a reversion to the simple principles of primitive, communal Christianity." No wonder blacks, however weary after a hard day's work, risked the sometimes cruel anger of masters to steal into the woods at night and improvise music for hours.

The whole group could participate; repetitive choruses and antiphonal responses between leader and people characterized Spirituals. And while many of the songs were mournful, others were filled with the joy of Christ.

Oh, religion is a fortune,
I really do believe...

"Remarkably buoyant!"
Frederick Douglass, a prominent escaped slave, wrote of his captivity: "We were at times remarkably buoyant, singing hymns and making joyous exclamations, almost as triumphant in their tone as if we had already reached a land of freedom and safety."

Jubilee Singers
The world at large first heard Spirituals in the 1870s, shortly after the Civil War emancipated America's blacks. The Fisk Jubilee Singers, a group of ex-slaves, toured the United States and Britain with orchestral renditions. Many listeners were amazed at the vitality of what they heard. Western music soon showed the influence. Spirituals, which had rescued faithful black Christians from "sinkin' down," now added vitality to the musical idioms of the world.

Slaves were auctioned off as if they were animals to be bought and sold. In some years over 70,000 black men, women and children were shipped to plantations in the West Indies and America.

Fascinating Facts. . .
• The ninth symphony of Antonin Dvorak, a favorite with many concert-goers, may employ Spiritual melodies. "Here in the music you have neglected, even despised, is something spontaneous, sincere, and different, native to your country," he said. "Why not use it?" He used similar melodies in his "American" quartet, opus 96.

• Theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer (1906-1945) studied in New York in the 1930s. A musician in his own right, he appreciated the Spirituals he heard at the Abyssinian Baptist Church and recorded some to play to his students in Germany.

• "Hymns more genuine than these have never been sung since the psalmists of Israel relieved their burdened hearts and expressed their exaltation. Nor will they die, because they spring like these from hearts on fire with a sense of the reality of spiritual truths." Edith A. Talbot

• Today's gospel music is directly descended from Spirituals. Renowned jazz musician Thomas A. Dorsey (not to be confused with the band leader Tommy Dorsey), a former blues man turned gospel song writer was an early promoter of the genre. Most famous of his gospel hymns is, "Precious Lord, Take My Hand" translated into more than 50 languages.

• The composers of Spirituals are unknown. They are a genuine folk music. Because the songs became an oral tradition, the words varied from region to region when song leaders found it necessary to ad-lib lines they had forgotten.

• Slaves were auctioned off as if they were animals to be bought and sold. In some years over 70,000 black men, women and children were shipped to plantations in the West Indies and America.

In their Own Words
They crucified my Lord an' he
never said a mumbalin' word;
They crucified my Lord an' he
never said a mumbalin' word;
Not a word, not a word, not a word.
He bowed his head an' died, an' he
never said a mumbalin word;
He bowed his head an' died, an' he
never said a mumbalin word;
Not a word, not a word, not a word




http://www.gospelcom.net/chi/GLIMPSEF/Glimpses/glmps089.shtml
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 07:40 am
edgar, Great info. Frederick Douglas learned to read by bribing the white kids with food. I didn't look that up, but I really believe that I'm correct. His speech on What the Black Man Wants, is one of the most penetrating that I have ever read.

Words: African-American spiritual (MI­DI, score).


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Let us break bread together on our knees, (on our knees)
Let us break bread together on our knees. (on our knees)
When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy on me.

Let us drink wine together on our knees, (on our knees)
Let us drink wine together on our knees. (on our knees)
When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy on me.

Let us praise God together on our knees, (on our knees)
Let us praise God together on our knees. (on our knees)
When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy on me.


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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 10:58 am
In his autobiography, Douglas says that his master's wife taught him to read.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 11:10 am
Hmmmm. Perhaps I'm thinking of someone else, edgar. I need to check out the cameo, "How I Learned to Read".
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Miller
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 11:29 am
AMAZING GRACE


Amazing grace! How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I’m found, was blind, but now I see

‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear the hour I first believed

Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come
‘Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home

The Lord has promised good to me; His word my hope secures
He will my shield and portion be as long as life endures

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, and mortal life shall cease
I shall possess, within the veil, a life of joy and peace

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, the sun forbear to shine
But God, who called me here below, will be forever mine

When we’ve been there ten thousands years, bright shining as the sun
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise than when we’d first begun

( I love the above, but not the way, it was recently sung at the R. Reagan funeral . I like it best when sung by an Afro-American woman, who's "well built").
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cavfancier
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 11:30 am
Jesus Is Coming
Blind Willie Johnson

Well, we done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon
We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon

In the year of 19 and 18, God sent a mighty disease
It killed many a-thousand, on land and on the seas

We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon
We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon

Great disease was mighty and the people were sick everywhere
It was an epidemic, it floated through the air

We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon
We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon

The doctors they got troubled and they didn't know what to do
They gathered themselves together, they called it the Spanish'in' flu1

We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon
We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon

Soldiers died on the battlefield, died in the counts too
Captain said to the lieutenant, "I don't know what to do"

We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon
We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon

Well, God is warning the nation, He's a-warnin' them every way
To turn away from evil and seek the Lord and pray

We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon
We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon

Well, the nobles said to the people, "You better close your public schools,
until the events of death has ending, you better close your churches too"

We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon
We done told you, our God's done warned you, Jesus comin' soon

Read the book of Zacharias, bible plainly says
Said the people in the cities dyin', account of they wicked ways


It's Nobody's Fault But Mine
Blind Willie Johnson

Nobody's fault but mine,
nobody's fault but mine
If I don't read it my soul be lost

I have a bible in my home,
I have a bible in my home
If I don't read it my soul be lost

Mmm, father he taught me how to read,
father he taught me how to read
If I don't read it my soul be lost, nobody's fault but mine

Ah, Lord, Lord, nobody's fault but mine
If I don't read it my soul be lost

Ah, I have a bible of my own,
I have a bible of my own
If I don't read it my soul be lost

Oh, mother she taught me how to read,
mother she taught me how to read
If I don't read it my soul be lost, nobody's fault but mine

Ah, Lord, Lord, nobody's fault but mine
If I don't read it my soul be lost

And sister she taught me how to read,
sister she taught me how to read
If I don't read it my soul be lost, nobody's fault but mine

Ah, mmm, Lord, Lord, nobody's fault but mine
If I don't read it my soul'd be lost, mmm
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Miller
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 11:34 am
I'm gonna move when the Spirit say move
I'm gonna move when the Spirit say move
When the Sprit say move
I'm gonna move, O Lord
I'm gonna move when the Spirit say move.

- African American spiritual
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 11:36 am
Miller, did you know that the author of Amazing Grace was a slave trader who recognized the error of his ways, and in doing so, wrote the song?

Go down, Moses,
Way down in Egypt land
Tell ole, Pharaoh,
Let my people go.

Folks, it's overwhelming to me the legacy of these songs. Truly, the only pure American music.
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Miller
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 11:41 am
Letty, no I didn't. Thank you for the information.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 12:22 pm
You are quite welcome, Miller. Play that song on the piano all the time.

and for edgar:

You and I were both right. After FD's mistress was forbidden to continue his reading lessons, he turned to other means:

I had to use all manner of cunning. The one method that was the most successful was to make friends with as many of the little white street boys as possible. They were hungry and I was able to get bread from the house. So in return for bread they were willing to give me the bread of knowledge. I also carried a spelling book with me. And when I was on errands or had any play time, I would get my little friends to give me a spelling lesson.

My mother loved Mamie Lyle who had her own radio program. Her theme was:

Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light:

Refrain

Take my hand, precious Lord,
Lead me home.

When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall:

Refrain

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand,
Precious Lord.

Info on the writer:

Words: Thom­as A. Dor­sey, 1932. Dorsey wrote this song in Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois, af­ter his wife Net­tie died while giv­ing birth to a child (who al­so died short­ly there­af­ter). Dor­sey sang the song for his friend, Gos­pel sing­er The­o­dore Frye, and Frye's choir sang it the next Sun­day at the Eb­e­nez­er Bap­tist Church.
Music: Adapt­ed by Thom­as Dor­sey from the tune "Mait­land," by George N. Al­len (1812-1877)

Wow! folks. What a wonder to learn about OUR heritage, both here and abroad.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 04:37 pm
I was in my early twenties when I read Dougals's book.
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 05:44 pm
edgar, age has nothing to do with what we read. It's the re-reading that is so important. I have had, and probably will continue to have, reader's block.

I read through my memories and my visions of what could be. Frankly, edgar. I don't think there is one modern writer out there, that can rival the classics. Perhaps I am just stubborn and resistent to change.

Hmmmmm. Does that make me a republican?
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 05:51 pm
No, Letty. My favorite writers are mostly early 20th Century and 19th Century.
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farmerman
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 05:55 pm
Anybody know the entire words of "In the Pines"
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Letty
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 06:07 pm
farmerman. Don't ever challenge me on those oldies.

In the MINES in the mines where the sun never shines,
And you shiver when the cold winds blow.

(changed to PINES because of the bad press it gave the coal operators)

But, I also love this version:

Black girl, black girl, don't you lie to me
Tell me where did you stay last night

In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines
And I shiver the whole night through.

How did I remember that? Cause I just did.

No, not the entire words...a little bit is more powerful that a whole lot of repetition.
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edgarblythe
 
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Reply Thu 17 Jun, 2004 06:14 pm
Here is what I recall of In The Pines. I have two Leadbelly recordings of it, one titled Black Girl, one titled My Girl.

Black girl black girl
Don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines in the pines
Where the sun never shines
I been shivering the whole night through
Black girl black girl
Where will you go
I'm goin where the cold winds blow
My husband was a railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head was caught in a driving wheel
And his body has never been found
Black girl black girl - repeat early words.

The song dates back before Leadbelly's time. Somewhere I read that the railroad part was incorporated from another song.
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