Mama's making mimeos. Pete's on the stereo
singing 'bout freedom, bugs in the bedroom
Big investigation - danger to the nation
Search and seizure, better buy a lawyer
"We know you're a member
"Saw you under cover
"Are you hiding evidence?"
None of this makes any sense
They called the FBI
I had to disappear
Called the G-men, T-men, See-You-At-The-Scene men
Told 'em I was hiding here
They could fingerprint my heart
I knew it from the start
Ain't no place for a face to hide
from God and the FBI
Commies, Pinkos, reds at the windows
Foreign agitators running elevators
J. Edgar Hoover in a pink tutu
investigating anyone who thinks like you
Welcome to the fifties
You look a little shifty
They called the FBI
I had to disappear
Called the G-men, T-men, See-You-At-The-Scene men
Told 'em I was hiding here
They could fingerprint my heart
I knew it from the start
Ain't no hole for a soul to hide
From God and the FBI
Stay flat, don't rat, What's a proletariat?
Stalin was a democrat - Washington is where it's at
Every politician is a sewer of ambition
Hide me, hide you - better hide the baby too
"We demand an interview
"How long have you been a Jew?
"We can make you testify
"Freedom is no alibi"
They called the FBI
I had to disappear
Called the G-men, T-men, See-You-At-The-Scene men
Told 'em I was hiding here
They could fingerprint my heart
I knew it from the start
Ain't no place for a face to hide
From God and the FBI
singing 'bout freedom, bugs in the bedroom
Big investigation - danger to the nation
Search and seizure, better buy a lawyer
"We know you're a member
"Saw you under cover
"Are you hiding evidence?"
None of this makes any sense
They called the FBI
I had to disappear
Called the G-men, T-men, See-You-At-The-Scene men
Told 'em I was hiding here
They could fingerprint my heart
I knew it from the start
Ain't no place for a face to hide
from God and the FBI
Commies, Pinkos, reds at the windows
Foreign agitators running elevators
J. Edgar Hoover in a pink tutu
investigating anyone who thinks like you
Welcome to the fifties
You look a little shifty
They called the FBI
I had to disappear
Called the G-men, T-men, See-You-At-The-Scene men
Told 'em I was hiding here
They could fingerprint my heart
I knew it from the start
Ain't no hole for a soul to hide
From God and the FBI
Stay flat, don't rat, What's a proletariat?
Stalin was a democrat - Washington is where it's at
Every politician is a sewer of ambition
Hide me, hide you - better hide the baby too
"We demand an interview
"How long have you been a Jew?
"We can make you testify
"Freedom is no alibi"
They called the FBI
I had to disappear
Called the G-men, T-men, See-You-At-The-Scene men
Told 'em I was hiding here
They could fingerprint my heart
I knew it from the start
Ain't no place for a face to hide
From God and the FBI
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 29/11/2017 - 12:44
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Parole e musica di Janis Ian
La canzone che dà il titolo all’album
Nel secondo dopoguerra, gli anni della “minaccia comunista”, della “caccia alle streghe” e dell’inizio della “Guerra Fredda” (che tanto fredda non fu nemmeno, anzi), il padre di Janis Eddy Fink (il vero nome di Janis Ian), un semplice allevatore di pollame, partecipò ad un raduno sindacale sul prezzo delle uova, e questo allora bastava per essere attenzionato dai servizi di J. Edgar Hoover. Ma forse, in quegli anni bui, bastava ancora meno, anche solo ascoltare un disco di Pete Seeger…