Poisoned Politics: Songs of Longing and Loss by John Stewart and John Gorka

Our politics seem so poisoned today one is tempted to retreat to a soundproof room and either scream till the voice is no more or crank up the volume on some punk rock anthem until the hearing goes. We live in an era when every garden-variety disagreement begets threats of filibuster and terminal gridlock, and we are left longing for a more innocent and collegial time.

Like…1968, maybe?

No, that probably wouldn’t work. Two assassinations, two months apart, of towering figures in the civil rights movement coupled with an unpopular war to lend an unreal air to domestic politics that year. And that was before the rioting at the Democratic Convention in Chicago later in the summer that  gave Richard Nixon the boost he needed  to win in November and usher in the dismal history that followed.

Yet within the profound conflict of that era stirred powerful longings and currents for the continual change that has always undergirded our history. The civil rights movement brought about protracted and seemingly unavoidable turmoil, but also the continuance and further sealing of Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation for African-Americans more than a century after he issued it. That ultimate, if halting, emancipation was probably inevitable, too, Martin Luther King’s “arc of the universe” bending as it seems to do.

 

Shock, mourning, despair and the wail of “When will it end?” filled the national conversation, much of it rhetorical, because there were no answers, really…

Still, it is probably impossible to overstate what was both the tender and the explosive state of the nation’s psyche in the wake of King’s slaying in April followed by Bobby Kennedy’s two months later. Shock, mourning, despair and the wail of “When will it end?” filled the national conversation, much of it rhetorical, because there were no answers, really—that was the only thing people did know.

Folk singer John Stewart, who died in 2008, expressed the deep mournful side of Kennedy’s loss and what it meant for the era in his multi-part song, The Last Campaign Trilogy. He employs a beautiful if unexpected transition midway through when he breaks from description of his experience traveling with the campaign to an abrupt and extended metaphorical riff on wild horses. It includes this devastating summation of so much that has since gone wrong in our country spiritually, morally, environmentally, politically:

Shoot all the brave horses, and how will we ride?

The You Tube video here shows some of those horses in their wild prancing state, along with a look at the face of the real poverty that Kennedy chose not to ignore or pass off as just the way of things in his flaming meteor of a life.

 

 

Nearly 30 years later, the folkie John Gorka, every bit Stewart’s kin in songwriting prowess, delivery, and the indefatigable energy and commitment required to tour a good part of the year every year of his life, wrote his own mournful meditation on politics entitled Campaign Trail. Though more pointed in his critique of how money corrupts politics, Gorka, like Stewart, refrains from savaging individual politicians.

The narrator of the song is himself a politician, and he is as aware and seemingly sad about what his world is about as are any of his constituents. Is this why he got into politics—so he can “find more hands in his pocket than he can ever shake?” One suspects not, but he’s finding his options awfully limited, because, among other things, “Someone’s watching every move I make.”

Gorka’s politician here has found himself trapped, and whether we feel sympathy or anger toward him, if we are fair we should direct it at ourselves, because truly he is us, he “represents” us, everyman and everywoman, snared in a maze with no ready escape while we pound away on our smartphones and snicker at the latest escapades of the Kardashians.

 

I was watching television the night of Bobby Kennedy’s assassination. A political junkie even at 17, I was awaiting his appearance at the Ambassador Hotel just miles from my house in Los Angeles after his victory in the California primary had been announced and he was set to make his speech. The remarks died a premature death just as he did after being gunned down on live television by what has always seemed to be a hopelessly confused assassin. Did anything Sirhan Sirhan say about his motivations ever make any sense?

I would have voted for Kennedy in that day’s election if I were old enough. Even at my tender age—or perhaps because of it—it was easy to see how deeply and truly in his gut Kennedy carried his concern for the poor and oppressed. It was a matter of religious faith with him, but it also sprang from what seems today like the quaint notion of noblesse oblige—that the wealthy have a responsibility, a moral imperative, to share what they have and help lift others up in their wake.

Then came Ronald Reagan and Gordon Gekko and the greed-is-good ethic that considered poverty to be a moral failing and the wealthy as a protected class, sanctioned by God to enjoy low taxes in perpetuity—and offshore accounts when taxes just couldn’t and shouldn’t be tolerated at all.

How did it come to this? So many reasons, so many pivot points upon which our history has turned. More than we can even attempt to explore at the moment. So let this blessed music speak to us as it will.

Unfortunately, copyright complications prevent me from uploading “Campaign Trail” here, but the song is available for 69 cents on iTunes. You can also tune in via the Spotify link below. I encourage you to get it on into your library—and check out some more Gorka while you’re there tooling around. I’ll have more to say about him and his work at a later time. He’s one of the greats of this era—and woefully under-appreciated.

Campaign Trail by John Gorka
I pay my bills to the time collectors
they’re getting more from me each day
I pay them off a few words at a time
but the spur’s gone from the moment
and the moment’s slipped away
I used to feel like something here was mine
now I pay them off a few words at a time

I reach into my pocket just so I can make some change
and I find more hands than I can ever shake
and I hope you will forgive me if I don’t return your call
but there’s someone watching every move I make
and I’ve got more hands than I could ever shake

Chorus
I’m running for my life here out on the campaign trail
and the crowds will not forgive me if I lose
and I’d like to think I’m special but I do know otherwise
excuse me but I need to make the news
’cause the crowds will not forgive me if I lose

I’m really not complaining won’t you say your name again
I’m sorry but that isn’t what I mean
there’s a prison called tomorrow and there’s one called yesterday
the only place you’re free is in between
oh I’m sorry but that isn’t what I mean
Chorus

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Campaign Trail is from the album, Between Five and Seven, © Windham Hill Records, all rights reserved.

The Last Campaign Trilogy is from the album, The Phoenix Concerts Live, 1974.

Rotating banner photos top of page courtesy of Elizabeth Haslam, some rights reserved under Creative Commons licensing, see more at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/lizhaslam/

Portrait photo of Bobby Kennedy reprinted courtesy of Roger Karraker, all rights reserved, see http://www.flickr.com/photos/72269548@N00/#

Wild horse photo reprinted courtesy of Serena Konig, some rights reserved, see: http://www.flickr.com/photos/zenera/

4 comments to Poisoned Politics: Songs of Longing and Loss by John Stewart and John Gorka

  • Tamara Stanley  says:

    Thank you Andrew.

  • ulyssesmsu  says:

    The Kennedys were immoral, unethical dirtbags who cared about only one thing, which was political power. It’s too bad they fooled so many people.

  • John  says:

    A wonderful song to wonderful men esp RFK whose death was a great loss to the world.

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      I appreciate you bringing this post to my attention again, John. Though the Kennedys had their shadows like all human beings, I am more inclined toward your assessment of their legacy rather than the comment above yours!

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