Seeger, Pete Filmography

• The Resurrection of Victor Jara (2013)
• Rooted in Peace (2012)
• Greenwich Village: Music That Defined a Generation (2012)
• Lead Belly: Life, Legend, Legacy (2012)
• Rooted in Peace (2012)
• Rooted in Peace (2012)
• Give Me the Banjo (2011)
• My First Guitar (2011)
• Over 90 & Loving It (2011)
• Music of Ireland: Welcome Home (2010)
• Phil Ochs: There But for Fortune (2010)
• Sounds Like a Revolution (2010)
• GasLand (2010)
• My Music: John Sebastian Presents Folk Rewind (2010)
• Recording: The History of Recorded Music (2010)
• Hugh Hefner: Playboy, Activist and Rebel (2009)
• Worlds of Sound: The Ballad of Folkways (2009)
• Play On, John: A Life in Music (2009)
• Let Freedom Sing: How Music Inspired the Civil Rights Movement (2009)
• Hugh Hefner: Playboy, Activist and Rebel (2009)
• We Are One: The Obama Inaugural Celebration at the Lincoln Memorial (2009)
• The Power of Their Song: The Untold Story of Latin America's New Song Movement (2008)
• In Search of Myster Ey (2008)
• The Other Side of the Mirror: Bob Dylan at the Newport Folk Festival (2007)
• 'Til the River Runs Clear (2007)
• Pete Seeger: The Power of Song (2007)
• Polis Is This: Charles Olson and the Persistence of Place (2007)
• Swim for the River (2006)
• Swim for the River (2006)
• The Ballad of Peter La Farge (2006)
• The Kingston Trio: 50 Years of Havin' Fun (2006)
• The Legend of Liam Clancy (2006)
• This Machine Kills Fascists (2005)
• The American Ruling Class (2005)
• The Peace! DVD (2005)
• Peter, Paul, and Mary: Carry It on - A Musical Legacy (2004)
• Isn't This a Time! A Tribute Concert for Harold Leventhal (2004)
• Smothered: The Censorship Struggles of the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour (2002)
• Strange Fruit (2002)
• Bill Moyers on the Hudson (2002)
• A Sigh and a Wish: Helen Creighton's Maritimes (2001)
• Freedom Highway: Songs that Shaped a Century (2001)
• The Travellers: This Land Is Your Land (2001)
• The Ballad of Ramblin' Jack (2000)
• The Internationale (2000)
• Crossing the Line (1999)
• Along the Erie Canal (1998)
• The 39th Annual Grammy Awards (1997)
• An Act of Conscience (1997)
• The Kennedy Center Honors: A Celebration of the Performing Arts (1996)
• Joe Heaney: Sing the Dark Away (1996)
• Legends of Country Blues Guitar (1994)
• The Kennedy Center Honors: A Celebration of the Performing Arts (1994)
• Harry Bridges: A Man and His Union (1993)
• Raimon: 30 anys d'Al vent (1993)
• Tribute to Harry Chapin (1991)
• Carnegie Hall at 100: A Place of Dreams (1991)
• Sing Yourself Silly! (1990)
• Memory & Imagination: New Pathways to the Library of Congress (1990)
• A Vision Shared: A Tribute to Woody Guthrie and Leadbelly (1988)
• Sesame Street, Special (1988)
• In Our Hands (1984)
• Chords of Fame (1984)
• Woody Guthrie: Hard Travelin' (1984)
• Seeing Red (1983)
• The Weavers: Wasn't That a Time (1982)
• Pete Seeger on the Hudson (1979)
• Love It Like a Fool (1977)
• Rien qu'une petite chanson d'amour (1974)
• The Foolish Frog (1971)
• The Foolish Frog (1971)
• The Foolish Frog (1971)
• Tell Me That You Love Me, Junie Moon (1970)
• Tell Me That You Love Me, Junie Moon (1970)
• Alice's Restaurant (1969)
• Gavilan (1968)
• Silvo (1967)
• Festival (1967)
• Rainbow Quest (1965)
• Lines: Horizontal (1962)
• Festival of Arts (1962)
• Cattle Ranch (1961)
• Indian Summer (1960)
• To Hear Your Banjo Play (1947)

• Pete Seeger - Various Artists
• Where Have All The Flowers Gone - Pete Seeger
• Battle Of New Orleans - Pete Seeger
• Walking Down Death Row - Pete Seeger
• Talking Union - Pete Seeger
• My Father's Mansion's Many Rooms - Pete Seeger
• My Dirty Stream (the Hudson River Song) - Pete Seeger
• Last Train To Nuremberg - Pete Seeger
• John Henry - Pete Seeger
• Draft Dodger Rag - Pete Seeger
• Die Gedanken Sind Frei - Pete Seeger
• Belle Starr - Pete Seeger
• Where Have All The Flowers Gone (Übersetzung) - Pete Seeger
• Be Kind To Your Parents - Pete Seeger

Chorus:
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
I've roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
The sun comes shining as I was strolling
The wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
The fog was lifting a voice come chanting
This land was made for you and me
Chorus
As I was walkin' - I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!
Chorus
In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.
Chorus (2x)

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young girls gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone to the young men every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
They are all in uniform
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Covered with flowers every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS
(Jimmy Driftwood; tune: Eighth of January, trad.)
Well, in 18 and 14, we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson down the mighty Missisip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
And we met the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin'
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a running
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well, I seed Marse Jackson come a-walkin' down the street
And a-talkin' to a pirate by the name of Jean Lafitte;
He gave Jean a drink that he brung from Tennessee,
And the pirate said he'd help us drive the British to the sea.
Well the French told Andrew, "You had better run
For Packenham's a=comin' with a bullet in his gun."
Old Hickory said he didn't give a damn
He's a-gonna whup the britches off of Colonel Packenham.
Well, we looked down the river and we seed the British come
And there must have been a hundred of them beating on the drum
They stepped so high and they made their bugles ring
While we stood behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing
Old Hickory said we could take em by surprise
If we didn't fire a musket till we looked em in the eyes
We held our fire till we seed their face well
Then we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave em well..
Well they ran through the briars and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast the hounds couldn't catch em
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Well we fired our cannons till the barrels melted down
So we grabbed an alligator and we fought another round
We filled his head with minie balls and powdered his behind
And when we touched the powder off, the 'gator lost his mind
They lost their pants and their pretty shiny coats
And their tails was all a-showin' like a bunch of billy goats.
They ran down the river with their tongues a-hanging out
And they said they got a lickin', which there wasn't any doubt.
Well we marched back to town in our dirty ragged pants
And we danced all night with the pretty girls from France;
We couldn't understand 'em, but they had the sweetest charms
And we understood 'em better when we got 'em in our arms.
Well, the guide who brung the British from the sea
Come a-limping into camp just as sick as he could be,
He said the dying words of Colonel Packenham
Was, "You better quit your foolin' with your cousin Uncle Sam."
Well, we'll march back home, but we'll never be content
Till we make Old Hick'ry the people's president.
And every time we think about the bacon and the beans
We'll think about the fun we had way down in New Orleans.
Copyright Warden Music Co., Inc.
recorded by Pete Seeger, Jimmy Driftwood, and Johnny Horton
filename[ BATNEWOR

Walking down death row
I sang for three men destined for the chair
Walking down death row
I sang of lives and loves in other years
Walking down death row
I sang of hopes that used to be
Through the bars into each separate cell
Yes, I sang to one and two and three
"If you'd only only stuck together, you'd not be here
If you could've loved each other's lives, you'd not be sitting here
And if only this you could believe
You still might, you might still be reprieved"
Walking down death row
I turned the corner and found to my surprise
There were women there as well
And babies in their arms before my eyes
Walking down death row
I tried again to sing of hopes, used to be
But the thought of that contraption down the hall
Waiting for whole families, one dozen, two, or three
If you'd only stuck together, you'd not be here
If you could've loved another's child as well, you'd not have to stay here
And if only this you could believe
You still might, you might still be reprieved
Walking down death row
I concentrated singing to the young
I sang of hopes that flickered still
I tried to mouth their many separate tongues
Walking down death row
I sang again of life and love that still could be
Singin' down death row
To each separate human cell, one billion, two, or three
If we'd only stick together, we'd not be here
If we could love another's child, if you could love another's life
Like your own, you'd not be here, and if only this you could believe

Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you
You got to build you a union, got to make it strong
But if you all stick together, boys, it won't be long
You get shorter hours, better working conditions
Vacations with pay. Take your kids to the seashore
It ain't quite this simple, so I better explain
Just why you got to ride on the union train
'Cause if you wait for the boss to raise your pay
We'll all be a-waitin' 'til Judgment Day
We'll all be buried, gone to heaven
St. Peter'll be the straw boss then
Now you know you're underpaid but the boss says you ain't
He speeds up the work 'til you're 'bout to faint
You may be down and out, but you ain't beaten
You can pass out a leaflet and call a meetin'
Talk it over, speak your mind
Decide to do somethin' about it
Course, the boss may persuade some poor damn fool
To go to your meetin' and act like a stool
But you can always tell a stool, though, that's a fact
He's got a yaller streak a-runnin' down his back
He doesn't have to stool, he'll always get along
On what he takes out of blind men's cups
You got a union now, and you're sittin' pretty
Put some of the boys on the steering committee
The boss won't listen when one guy squawks
But he's got to listen when the union talks
He'd better, be mighty lonely
Everybody decide to walk out on him
Suppose they're working you so hard it's just outrageous
And they're paying you all starvation wages
You go to the boss and the boss would yell
"Before I raise your pay I'd see you all in hell."
Well, he's puffing a big cigar, feeling mighty slick
'Cause he thinks he's got your union licked
Well, he looks out the window and what does he see
But a thousand pickets, and they all agree
He's a bastard, unfair, slavedriver
Bet he beats his wife
Now, boys, you've come to the hardest time
The boss will try to bust your picket line
He'll call out the police, the National Guard
They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card
They'll raid your meetin', they'll hit you on the head
They'll call every one of you a goddam red
Unpatriotic, Japanese spies, sabotaging national defense
But out at Ford, here's what they found
And out at Vultee, here's what they found
And out at Allis-Chalmers, here's what they found
And down at Bethlehem, here's what they found
That if you don't let red-baiting break you up
And if you don't let stoolpigeons break you up
And if you don't let vigilantes break you up
And if you don't let race hatred break you up

My Father's mansion's many rooms
Have room for all of His children
As long as we do share His love
And see that all are free
And see that all are free to grow
And see that all are free to know
And free to open or to close
The door of their own room
What is a room without a door
Which sometimes locks or stands ajar?
What is a room without a wall
To keep out sight and sound from all?
And dwellers in each room should have
The right to choose their own design
And color schemes to suit their own
Though differing from mine
Yes and each door has its own design
To suit the owners state of mind
And those who'd want them all the same
Don't understand the human game
My Father's mansion's many rooms
Have room for all of His children
If we do but share in His love
And see that all are free
The choice is ours to share this earth
With all its many joys abound
Or to continue as we have

Sailing down my dirty stream
Still I love it and I'll keep the dream
That some day, though maybe not this year
My Hudson River will once again run clear
It starts high in the mountains of the north
Crystal clear and icy trickles forth
With just a few floating wrappers of chewing gum
Dropped by some hikers to warn of things to come
At Glens Falls, five thousand honest hands
Work at the consolidated paper plant
Five million gallons of waste a day
Why should we do it any other way?
Down the valley one million toilet chains
Find my Hudson so convenient place to drain
And each little city says, "Who, me?
Do you think that sewage plants come free?"
Out in the ocean they say the water's clear
But I live right at Beacon here
Half way between the mountains and sea
Tacking to and fro, this thought returns to me
Well it's Sailing up my dirty stream
Still I love it and I'll dream
That some day, though maybe not this year

Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg
All on board
Do I see Lieutenant Calley? Do I see Captain Medina?
Do I see Gen'ral Koster and all his crew?
Do I see President Nixon?
Do I see both houses of Congress?
Do I see the voters? Me and you
Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg
All on board
Who held the rifle? Who gave the orders?
Who planned the campaign to lay waste the land?
Who manufactured the bullet? Who paid the taxes?
Tell me, is that blood upon my hands?
Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg
All on board
If five hundred thousand mothers went to Washington
And said, "Bring all of our boys home without delay"
Would the man they came to see say he was too busy?
Would he say, "He had to watch a football game?"
Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg

John Henry was about three days old,
sittin' on his papa's knee.
He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel;
said, "Hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord.
Hammer's gonna be the death of me."
The captain said to John Henry
"Gonna bring that steam drill 'round.
Gonna bring that steam drill out on the job.
Gonna whop that steel on down. Down,
Down.
Whop that steel on down."
John Henry told his captain,
"A man ain't nothin' but a man,
But before I let your steam drill beat me
down,
I'd die with a hammer in my hand. Lord,
Lord.
I'd dies with a hammer in my hand."
John Henry said to his shaker,
"Shaker, why don't you sing?
I'm throwin' thirty pounds from my hips on
down.
Just listen to that cold steel ring. Lord, Lord.
Listen to that cold steel ring."
The man that invented the stream drill
Thought he was mighty fine,
But John Henry made fifteen feet;
The steam drill only made nine. Lord, Lord.
The steam drill only made nine.
John Henry hammered in the mountain
His hammer was striking fire.
But he worked so hard, he broke his poor
heart.
He laid down his hammer and he died. Lord,
Lord.
He laid down his hammer and he died.
John Henry had a little woman.
Her name was Polly Ann.
John Henry took sick and went to his bed.
Polly Ann drove steel like a man. Lord,
Lord.
Polly Ann drove steel like a man.
John Henry had a little baby.
You could hold him in the palm of your
hand.
The last words I heard that poor boy say,
"My daddy was steel-driving man. Lord,
Lord.
My daddy was a steel-driving."
Well, every Monday morning
When the bluebirds begin to sing.
You can hear John Henry a mile or more.
You can hear John Henry's hammer ring.
Lord, Lord.

DRAFT DODGER RAG
(Phil Ochs)
I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town
I believe in God and Senator Todd and keeping old Castro down
And when it came my time to serve I knew better dead than red
But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said:
Sarge, I'm only eighteen, I got a ruptured spleen
And I always carry a purse
I got eyes like a bat, my feet are flat, and my asthma's
getting worse
O think of my career, my sweetheart dear, and my poor old
invalid aunt
Besides, I ain't no fool, I'm a goin' to school, and I'm
working in a defense plant
I've got a dislocated disc and a racked up back
I'm allergic to flowers and bugs
And when bombshells hit, I get epileptic fits
And I'm addicted to a thousand drugs
I got the weakness woes, I can't touch my toes
I can hardly touch my knees
And if the enemy came close to me
I'd probably start to sneeze
I hate Chou En Lai, and I hope he dies,
but one thing you gotta see
That someone's gotta go over there
but that someone isn't me
So I wish you well, Sarge, give 'em Hell
Yeah kill me a thousand or more
And if you ever get a war without blood and gore
Well I'll be the first to go
Copyright Appleseed Music, Inc.
filename[ DRAFTDOD
recorded by Pete Seeger on Dangerous Songs

Die Gedanken Sind Frei, my thoughts freely flower
Die Gedanken Sind Frei, my thoughts give me power
No scholar can map them, no hunter can trap them
No man can deny, Die Gedanken Sind Frei
No man can deny, Die Gedanken Sind Frei
I think as I please and this gives me pleasure
My conscience decrees this right I must treasure
My thoughts will not cater to duke or dictator
No man can deny, Die Gedanken Sind Frei
No man can deny, Die Gedanken Sind Frei
And should tyrants can take me and throw me in prison
My thoughts will burst free like blossoms in season
Foundations will crumble and structures will tumble
And free men will cry, Die Gedanken Sind Frei

Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins
Or single footing somewhere below?
Eight lovers they say combed your waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore
Cole Younger was your first and the father of your girl
And the name that you picked for your daughter was Pearl
Cole robbed a bank and he drawed the life line
But I heard he was pardoned after twenty years time
Your Cherokee lover, Blue Duck was his name
He loved you in the sand hills before your great fame
I heard he stopped a bullet in 1885
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with the James Boys out on the long trail
Well, they caught him in Minnesota along with the gang
And he died down in jail in the cell or the chain
You loved Mr. William Clarke Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out, two hundred lay killed
They say you could have, they whispered you might
Have loved Frank James on a couple of nights
He fought the Midland Railroad almost to death
Then in 1915 Frank drawed his last breath
They say it could be, they say maybe so
That you loved Jesse James, that desperado
Jesse got married, had a wife and a son
Was shot down at home by the Ford brothers' guns
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, your time's getting late
But how is Jim Younger, did you hear his fate?
He was jailed and then pardoned for all he had done
And he blowed out his own brains in nineteen and one
Eight men they say combed that waving black hair
Eight men knew the feel of your dark velvet waist
Eight men heard the sounds of your tan leather skirt
Eight men heard the bark of the guns that you wore
Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since old Oklahoma's sand hills you did roam?
Is it heaven's wide streets that you're tying your reins

Wo sind all die Blumen hin?
Wo sind all die Blumen hin?
Lang, lang ist's her
Wo sind all die Blumen hin?
schon lange her!
Wo sind all die Blumen hin?
Junge Mädchen Pflückten sie
Wird man's begreifen je?
|: Wo sind all die Mädchen hin? :|
..Junge Männer nahmen sie
|: Wo sind all die Männer hin? :|
..Alle tragen Uniform
|: Wo sind all die Soldaten hin? :|
..Alle liegen tief im Grab
|: Wo sind all die Gräber hin? :|
..Unter Blumen stecken sie

Be kind to your parents
Though they don't deserve it
Remember that grown ups
Is a difficult stage of life
They're apt to be nervous
And over excited
Confused by their
Daily storm and strife
Just keep in mind
Though it seems hard I know
Most parents were children long ago
Incredible
So treat them with patience
And kind understanding
Inspite of the foolish things they do
Some day you might wake up

Famous quotes by Pete Seeger:

"In a few lines of poetry he captured one of the great contradictions of the world: the heroism of people doing something, even knowing it was a crazy something. And he showed how the establishment has used music for thousands of years to support its way of thinking."

"John Hammond persuaded Columbia to put it out as a single, and it was the only one I ever had that sold more than 20,000."

"Malvina was one of the great people of the 20th century,"

"There was so much political music going on; it was the height of the anti-nuke stuff, ... there should be more places for people to do this kind of music."

"Where have all the flowers gone?"

"Throughout history, the leaders of countries have been very particular of what songs should be sung. We know the power of songs."

"Songs won’t save the planet, but neither will books or speeches. Songs are sneaky things; they can slip across borders."

"Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same"

"Education is when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don't"

"Do you know the difference between education and experience? Education is when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don't."

"I feel that my whole life is a contribution."

"If there's something wrong, speak up!"

"Being generous of spirit is a wonderful way to live."

"Education is when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don't."

"Education is when you read the fine print. Experience is what you get if you don't."

"It's a very important thing to learn to talk to people you disagree with."

"I want to turn the clock back to when people lived in small villages and took care of each other."

"I like to say I'm more conservative than Goldwater. He just wanted to turn the clock back to when there was no income tax."

"I still call myself a communist, because communism is no more what Russia made of it than Christianity is what the churches make of it."