You Better Stop Blaming Women: Score

You Better Stop Blaming Women: Lyrics

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These songs gave voice to the individual experiences and feelings of alienation within mass urbanized society and resonated in the emotions of millions. Both of these songs are poetic evocations of daily pain and their favorable reception (measured by record sales) demonstrated just how widespread that pain was (and is).

The Sound of Silence Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the Sounds of Silence. In restless dreams I walked alone Down the streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of the 8th Street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light that split the night and touched the sound of silence And in the naked light I saw 10,000 people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share No one dared disturb the Sounds of Silence "Fools," I said,"oh you do not know Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you, Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell, And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning In the words it was forming. And the signs said, the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, And tenement halls. And whispered in the sounds of silence. Simon & Garfunkel, "Sound of Silence", 1965, in Collected Works, Columbia, 1990, CD 45322

Elenor Rigby Elenor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where her wedding has been lives in dream waits at the window wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door Who is it for? (chorus) All the lonely people Where do they all come from All the lonely people Where do they all belong Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear no one comes near look at him working darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there what does he care (repeat chorus) Elenor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name nobody came Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave no one was saved (repeat chorus) McCartney/Lennon/Saka sung by Joan Baez on Joan, 1967 Vanguard (LP) VRS-9200

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I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good.
I hate a song that makes you think that you're just born to lose,
bound to lose, no good to anybody, no good for nothing,
because you're either too old or too young or too fat or too thin
or too ugly or too this or too that . . .
Songs that run you down or songs that poke fun at you
on account of your bad luck or your hard travellin'.

I'm out to fight those kinds of songs
to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood.

I'm out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world,
and that if it has hit you pretty hard, and knocked you for a dozen loops,
no matter how hard it’s run you down and rolled over you,
no matter what colour, what size you are, how you are built,
I'm out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself
and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up
for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you.


Woody Guthrie