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Isle de Goree
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folk, americana, ballad
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Folk singer, social commentary, satire, people's stories, children's music
Hi Folks, The Bard Insurgent here. My comrade D.O. (the Poet Roofer) and I got that handle (The Bard Insurgents) from traveling town to town performing songs and poetry about people's lives. I've been performing since I was 3 years old, cutting my vocal chords on liturgical and classical music. I was a concert soloist as a child, when I wasn't herding cows, throwing hay and shoveling manure. During the Civil Rights movement and the Vietnam war, I began writing songs about social change. I left the country in 1970 and my dozen years in other countries, mostly in Africa & South America, have provided a global perspective to my music. My travels helped me realize that people all around the world are essentially the same in their basic life needs and their desires to live peacefully in their communities. These experiences have informed my commitment to working for international understanding as I organize at home. A powerful way to educate and inspire is with music. I tell people's stories, do social commentary with a touch of satire that I hope you enjoy and share with your friends, as well as sing together in the streets and in your living rooms. I also have children's music written for the children in my life with Jacob and Kayla as primary muses. Looking forward to seeing you on the road, Tom
Song Info
Charts
Peak #36
Peak in subgenre #2
Author
Tom Neilson
Rights
Tom Neilson 2016
Uploaded
July 07, 2016
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MP3
MP3 3.9 MB 160 kbps 3:26
Story behind the song
In the Fall of 1976 I was on Goree (missing the accent on the first e) Island off the coast of Dakar, Senegal. I was living in Senegal at that time. Historically, the island was the holding station for captured Africans as they waited to be transported into slavery in the western hemisphere. Now the island is a museum displaying holding cells, shackles and related history, as well as food, drink and souvenirs. That afternoon, I met another United Statesian who had gone AWOL from Vietnam in 1970 which was the same year I left the U.S. to avoid the war. Jimmie told me his story and had I known that someday I would write a song about him, I would have interviewed him in a more comprehensive way, but we were just two guys having beers and telling our stories on a small island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. I don't recall how Jimmie slipped away and out of Nam. He said there were ways to do it and since then, he had lived those 6 years here and there and now he was here with me for a few hours on a piece of turf where began a brutal legacy that 500 years later still leaves blood on U.S. streets. I don't know if Jimmie participated in the subsequent amnesty. When we parted, I never saw or heard from him again.
Lyrics
Let me tell you a story about a guy I know Our stories’ the same, ‘cept for a fork in the road. I went wrong – he went right. He went looking through a rifle sight. Jimmy had never shot a gun. Wasn’t any need – where he come from But his number came up at 21. And he went to war for petroleum. Well he liked to go - out on the obstacle run & Learnin to shoot was a lot of fun But o’er in Nam, it all came undone - Cause he didn’t want to kill anyone There was smack and beer; the sex racketeer Under the veneer of the war profiteer And all the semper fi, couldn’t justify He was caught in a lie, he couldn’t deny Hey diddle-diddle, the cat and the fiddle; Jimmy’s caught in the middle, of a Wall St riddle. He wasn’t a coward; he hadn’t lost his nerve But he was looking for a fast ball; and got thrown a curve Then came the day, Jimmie slipped away Heard his CO say, he was MIA Well he never was found- Cause he went underground And he’s livin today, On the Isle de Goree
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