Malvina is quite a feisty woman. She stood up to the Ku Klux Klan and drove them off. She wrote Little Boxes – which is no twee song – it’s a song about the way our society is crushing individuality and putting everyone in boxes. We are being numbed and programmed. She also wrote ‘What Have They Done To The Rain’ which was a hit for the Searchers and one of the first environmental protests I can remember hearing.
She looks like a dowdy old granny. She sings folk songs. But appearances are deceptive. She was a political activist and a straight speaking lady who despised what people were doing to the world with their greed and selfishness.
Love is something, if you give it away, you end up having more.
Love is great. I love love.
God Bless the grass That grows through the crack They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back The concrete gets tired of what it has to do It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows through. God bless the grass
One day all of our crap will be covered in grass again and the animals will be back in numbers too. Nature will fill the gaps we have punched in the ecosystem and the world will thrive again.
And there’s doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
We are all pressured into conformity. Resist! Think differently!
I’m so respectable I’m getting scared … I must be doing something wrong.
Me too!
Celebrate my death for the good times I’ve had, For the work that I’ve done and the friends that I’ve made. Celebrate my death, of whom it could be said, “She was a working class woman, and a red.”
Right on!!
Just a little rain falling all around The grass lifts its head to the heavenly sound Just a little rain, just a little rain What have they done to the rain? Just a little boy standing in the rain The gentle rain that falls for years And the grass is gone and the boy disappears And the rain keeps falling like helpless tears And what have they done to the rain? Just a little breeze out of the sky The leaves nod their heads as the breeze blows by Just a little breeze with some smoke in its eye And what have they done to the rain?
One of the first environmental epics!
