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Undervalued as a songwriter - especially in the shadow of MacColl, Heading for Home is but one of scores of valuable songs that Seeger has written, many grafted onto or from the living tradition. Her themes are love and betrayal, human solitude and need for affection, as well as the broad sweeps of socialist, feminist values and ideas. I looked across the amber light of the stone, timber and whitewash Market House, heard the incessant, sleety rain on the roof and witnessed an audience enthralled, left to sing on their own and all heading for home with thoughts and emotions drawn from deep, deep wells. Great gig, Peggy! - Francis Devine, Irish Times

Peggy Quotes 2

On the exceptional Odd Collection, Peggy offers up 18 original songs - and one spoken word performance - that reveal her to be a perspicacious commentator on both personal and political issues and a gifted composer, lyricist and singer.
- Mike Regenstreif

 

Everyone Knows

EVERYONE  KNOWS
(1994)

In 1994 there were an extraordinary number of sex scandals in the ranks of Tory MPs.  Any other leading political party or government would have placed these in the Boys-Will-Be-Boys folder  and filed them away under Business as Usual.  Even the Victorians didn’t threaten, as John Major did on February 27,  that anyone in his little army who strayed would put his job at risk.  Up until then, it was tacitly assumed that romps on the sideline were acceptable (1) if you did your job well and (2) if you weren’t found out.  It is said that a standing prick has no conscience.  Parliament is 90% male.  Just how conscientious is the ship of state when a large proportion of its members are, at any given time, rampant?

music:  Peggy Seeger
words: Peggy Seeger with Irene Scott
disc 26
© 1994  Peggy Seeger  (1)


Everyone knows you can’t trust a woman whenever that time rolls around;
Everyone knows she can go crazy when her mainspring gets unwound;
At that certain time, a woman is prone
To indisposition and it’s not unknown
For her to be touchy, a little bit slow,
So we can’t entrust her with running the show.
Everyone knows you can’t trust a woman, she might slip out of gear -
She bays at the moon, she’s a walking womb a dozen times a year.
Low on ego, high on id,
Victim of her hormones, her mind’s like a sieve,
You can’t trust a person who might flip her lid
Every twenty-eight days.

Everyone knows you can’t trust a man whenever that time rolls around;
Everyone knows he can go crazy when his mainspring’s overwound;
The needle points north, south, east and west,
He’s never at peace, never at rest,
Victim of his hormones, running too fast,
Steering the ship with his mind on the mast.
Everyone knows you can’t trust a man, things can slip out of gear -
He’s a walking, talking divining rod ten-thousand times a times a year.
And the power and the glory, the whole damn show,
Everything except that old status quo
Can all go to hell when the signal says GO ...
Any time of day.

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