Where Are You Now My Son

[파타고니아]

Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, 
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone"s singing, Lord, Kumbaya,
someone"s singing, Lord, Kumbaja.
Someone"s singing, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone"s praying, Lord, Kumbaya,
Someone"s praying, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone"s praying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone"s crying, Lord, Kumbaya,
someone"s crying, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone"s crying, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone"s sleeping Lord, Kumbaya,
someone"s sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya.
Someone"s sleeping, Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.

Joan Baez-Kumbaya

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 Joan Baez Where Are You Now My Son lyrics
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) 

It"s walking to the battleground that always makes me cry 
I"ve met so few folks in my time who weren"t afraid to die 
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red 
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead 

An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble 
A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble 
A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air 
The single son she had last night is buried under her 

They say that the war is done 
Where are you now, my son? 

An old man with unsteady gait and beard of ancient white 
Bent to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight 
I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn 
But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen" 

The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns 
Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns 
The mourning bands told whom they"d lost by last night"s phantom messenger 
And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger" 

Now that the war"s being won 
Where are you now, my son? 

The siren gives a running break to those who live in town 
Take the children and the blankets to the concrete underground 
Sometimes we"d sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall 
And wonder if we would die well and if we"d loved at all 

The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare 
At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air 
But way out in the villages no warning comes before a blast 
That means a sleeping child will never make it to the door 

The days of our youth were fun 
Where are you now, my son? 

From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound 
Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down 
Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room 
Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let"s hope this war ends soon 

In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command 
They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand 
The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the ground 
Then sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down" 

Yours was the righteous gun 
Where are you now, my son? 

We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve 
The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese 
The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms 
But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs 

So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose 
And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze 
The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy 
Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi 

With bravery we have sun 
But where are you now, my son? 

Oh people of the shelters what a gift you"ve given me 
To smile at me and quietly let me share your agony 
And I can only bow in utter humbleness and ask 
Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we"ve brought to pass 

The black pyjama"d culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes 
And rows of tiny coffins we"ve paid for with our souls 
Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men 
And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again 

I"ve heard that the war is done 
Then where are you now, my son?  

Joan Baez-Where Are You Now, My Son

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김운용 아이오씨 위원이 구속되기 전에
아버지 빽을 이용한 개인비리로 이태리인가 스페인에서 구속된 그의 아들 석방을 위해
우리나라 외교부차관이 국정감사 기간임에도 불구하고 
직접 동분서주하면서 그곳까지 날라가고 했던게 생각난다.

아버지의 우산이 튼튼하지 못한 사람은 김선일씨 처럼 몸으로 목으로 때워야 하는 이 땅.
누가 감히 나의 이 말에 "아니오! 그때는 개인적인 비리였고, 이번은 국가적 대사!"라고 토를 달 것인가!
자조고 스스로 누워서 침뱉기라고 말하는 자가 있다면
아마 최소한 그의 아버지 우산은 김운용과 동급이거나 튼튼한자 일것이다...
어차피 이땅에서 평범하게 살아가야만 하는 나의 삶의 가치가 나의 의지와는 상관없이
국가기관에 의해서 파리목숨으로 평가된다는 생각에 미치자.... 좀 그렇다 기분이...

[섭갹담등]

오라버니..........역시........남매끼리는 통하는 그 무엇이 있나봅니다. 오랜만에 봬니 너무 좋은데..하필 이런 일일게 뭡니까. 섭이는 너무 슬픕니다.

[낮은소리]

존 바에즈 목소리가 너무 서글프게 들립니다.. 님 블로그에서 음악 잘 듣고 있습니다.. 무엇으로도 위로 될수 없는 이때 자조합니다. 이노래로나마

[해와달]

파타님, 정말 반가워요~~~~~~~~~

[파타고니아]

낮은소리님의 프로페셔널한 모습을 생각하고 그려봅니다. / 동산에 뜨는 달을 보고도 언제나 해와달님을 그려봅니다. 탕아가 돌아와도 언제나 반겨주실분 해와달님과 내동무 순류를 생각합니다. / 언제나 우리동생 섭 시집가는날만을 손꼽아 기다리는 내 심정!