From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks And the hoof beats pound in his brain And he's taught how to walk in a pack Shoot in the back With his fist in a clinch To hang and to lynch To hide 'neath the hood To kill with no pain Like a dog on a chain He ain't got no name But it ain't him to blame He's only a pawn in their game. For years the metaphor of pawns initially escaped me. But they really like Dylan down there in the cotton country. Now that is a good statement to make to your record company — no one is going to tell Dylan what to sing. He, like James Meredith, applied for a place in a segregated University of Mississippi to study law. And the Negro's name Is used it is plain For the politician's gain As he rises to fame And the poor white remains On the caboose of the train But it ain't him to blame He's only a pawn in their game. Our countries would willing accept such men as soliders ready to lay down their lives, but as civilians back in their own country, that was a different matter.
For example, Nixon imposed wage and price controls — something no true conservative would do. I doubt those numbers are right and up to date, but it gives an indication of the way Dylan remembers different songs. This has been the case since the Norse myths and Icelandic sagas circulated. This truly is revolutionary stuff. In two trials in 1964 on the same charge the jury had failed to reach a verdict, possibly because the juries were all white.
Coming back to the songs now I can still conjure up the complete lyrics and music in my head and make a fair fist of playing and singing them, and just for the hell of it, I just did it without listening to the album again. So this song moved away from being a civil rights song, and became far more revolutionary: it is about overthrowing the state. I understood that pawns are the lowest value on a chess board, and I always got that. In Mississippi only voters could serve on the jury, and since blacks did not have the vote, the juries were white. It was on this day in 1963 that Dr. Free will goes out the window, and the power of social pressure and manipulation by an elite teaches these people how to behave. Indeed my pal Drew a doctor of philosophy, and expert in urban street crime in 19th century London and I regularly spend hours arguing about the power of society vis a vis the decisions of the individual.
Seeger and Bikel were also present at the registration rally. He, like his father at his trial, wore a Confederate flag pin. The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid, And the marshals and cops get the same, But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool. It was released on Dylan's album of 1964. And he's taught how to walk in a pack Shoot in the back With his fist in a clinch To hang and to lynch To hide 'neath the hood To kill with no pain Like a dog on a chain He ain't got no name But it ain't him to blame He's only a pawn in their game. What I'd not considered was how in the game of chess the pieces are black and white. As every biographer of Nixon seems to have conceded — the man was complicated.
And I find that on this album one I actually really do want to hear, despite knowing it inside out, is this song. But of course I do listen to the recordings each song I review, and play them a number of times. The poor white man's at the caboose of the train, but it's the system — the rich, the powerful, everyone from the cops on up and down — they're the ones who are twisting this guy's head around with racism in order to keep him down. I do wish the official web site would think about such things when putting up the lyrics! The day Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught They lowered him down as a king But when the shadowy sun sets on the one That fired the gun He'll see by his grave On the stone that remains Carved next to his name His epitaph plain: Only a pawn in their game. Dylan here is suggesting we should — it is a hugely controversial and radical thought. He's giving you the sound of what it's like to have your brain screaming because you're down, because you're poor. I recently heard an interview with Joan Baez in which she spoke candidly about her initial disappointment when Bob stopped writing protest songs and went electric.
Cerca: Cerca Ti Piace Fabio's Room? Dylan sang the song at the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom, which I have mentioned in relation to The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll. Of the songs on Times the official web site has him playing Hollis Brown 211 times in concert, Spanish Leather 299, North Country Blues 2, One too many mornings 40, Only a pawn 9, Restless Farewell 2, Hattie Carroll 296, When the Ship comes in 3, With God on our side 30 times. A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood A finger fired the trigger to his name A handle hid out in the dark A hand set the spark Two eyes took the aim Behind a man's brain But he can't be blamed He's only a pawn in their game. You emphasise, over-play, make the point. It wasn't till later than it dawned on her that he had not abandoned the movement and left them with nothing. Meanwhile De La Beckwith having been a member of the White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan and having sought the Democratic Party nomination for Lieutenant Governor of Mississippi, moved on to being a member of the Phineas Priesthood which expressed hostility towards foreigners, Jews, Catholics and African Americans.
Oggi, Medgar Evers è stato seppellito dalla pallottola che l'ha colpito l'hanno messo giù come un re ma quando il sole d'ombra tramonta su colui che ha sparato Questi vedrà sulla sua tomba e sulla pietra che resta incisa vicino al suo nome questo chiaro epitaffio: solo una pedina nel loro gioco Only a Pawn in their Game prende spunto dall'assassinio di Medgar Wiley Evers 1925 — 1963 per tracciare un'accusa più ampia nei confronti dell'intera società americana, incapace di liberarsi della segregazione razziale. In quanto veterano della Seconda Guerra Mondiale Evers, come raccontato nella canzone, fu seppellito con gli onori militari. Dylan's roots at this time: the classic folk tradition. De La Beckwith died, having been transferred from prison to a medical facility, on 21 January 2001. When Evers returned home, he was prevented from voting in elections, and vowed then to work for change. From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks, And the hoof beats pound in his brain. I knew them, but had somehow forgotten the impact.
But having made such a dramatic statement he then emphasises the the individual elements of the shooting which then remove the reality of the horror, by focussing on such detailed issues. It's a political question and an economic question. Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught. But the song moves onto more complex territory still, suggesting a conspiracy in which the poor whites are encouraged to blame the poor blacks while the people they most certainly should blame are the wealthy and powerful whites who have failed everyone in their economic and political leadership. Lascia un commento Il tuo indirizzo email non sarà pubblicato.
Only A Pawn In Their Game A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood A finger fired the trigger to his name A handle hid out in the dark A hand set the spark Two eyes took the aim Behind a man's brain But he can't be blamed He's only a pawn in their game. And I find it unfair because of an oddity in my own life. The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid And the marshals and cops get the same But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool He's taught in his school From the start by the rule That the laws are with him To protect his white skin To keep up his hate So he never thinks straight 'Bout the shape that he's in But it ain't him to blame He's only a pawn in their game. They lowered him down as a king. He had recently been ordained as a minister in the Temple Memorial Baptist Church — a Christian Identity church. The killer is guilty, but blame is everywhere. He was the civil rights activist who was the Mississippi leader of the National Association for the Advancement of Coloured People.