Youtube lyrics, 2016-04-29, Only a Pawn in Their Game

  • Larry Chamberlin
    5 years ago

    "Only A Pawn In Their Game" by Bob Dylan, 1963

    Somehow this song, 53 years old, seems apropos for the current state of the world and especially the United States. Dylan's cry for true understanding has never been needed more than today with the polarization of the populace, the demonization of whole ethnic groups and social classes and condemnation of groups whose orientation do not fit the standards of the majority. His eulogy for Medgar Evers focuses not on the martyred man's attempt to desegregate the South, but on the unknown assailant who had been led to that point by self-aggrandizing and corrupt political and social leaders. Dylan casts such a light on this problem that it becomes a call to open discourse with those we might think of as the enemy rather than fellow victims.
    Bob Dylan performs "Only A Pawn In Their Game" at March on Washington, Aug. 28, 1963

    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.

    A South politician preaches to the poor white man
    "You got more than blacks, don't complain
    You're better than them, you been born with white skin" they explain
    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.

    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.

    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.

    Today, 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.

  • Meena Krish
    5 years ago

    There is so much more to history and not all can be said in a song yet the song manages to capture the heart of the truth!

    aren't we all a pawn in someone's game??

  • 2luv
    4 years ago

    Aw Bob Dylan
    Poet Laureate of the Rock Era

    2016 Nobel Prize in Literature winner
    There is something eerily real about him.
    Something almost anti "celebrity" which
    is the highest praise I give to someone
    whose name is known. (Even if it is their
    pen name)

    Says the woman whose song with her child
    is "To make you feel my love."
    Bob Dylan

    True story, I read some pseudo intellectual,
    some faux can't for the life of me remember
    who it was say, something like
    Bob Dylan can't sing....
    Funny thing is, we know Mr. Dylans name, his work
    and that other person will not be remembered.

    Anyone that has that insight, that direction to see
    where and who we are and project it forward
    or back to where we were in space and time
    or where we are headed,
    knows something the rest of us don't.

    I raise my glass to Mr. Dylan.