{"id":999,"date":"2006-06-21T00:27:35","date_gmt":"2006-06-21T04:27:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/?p=999"},"modified":"2012-10-15T11:33:44","modified_gmt":"2012-10-15T15:33:44","slug":"a-hard-rains-a-gonna-fall-declassified","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/999\/a-hard-rains-a-gonna-fall-declassified\/","title":{"rendered":"A Hard Rain&#8217;s a Gonna Fall (declassified)"},"content":{"rendered":"<h4>I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been ten thousand miles <span>in the mouth of a graveyard<\/span><\/h4>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/idyllopuspress\/7961331230\/\" title=\"A Hard Rain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a Gonna Fall, declassified by idyllopus, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8316\/7961331230_9c6ac62c5d_c.jpg\" width=\"645\" height=\"800\" alt=\"A Hard Rain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a Gonna Fall, declassified\"><\/a><br \/>\n<em><strong>A Hard Rain&#8217;s a Gonna Fall, declassified<\/strong><br \/>\n2006<br \/>\n20 w by 24 in h<br \/>\nDigital Painting with photo collage elements by Juli Kearns,<br \/>\nCopyright \u00c2\u00a9 2006 Juli Kearns<br \/>\nBased on a photo from the  Hanford Historical Photo Declassification Project.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/idyllopuspress\/7961331230\/in\/photostream\/lightbox\/\">Lightbox enlargement<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p>A girl performs on the accordion at a talent show at the Hanford Theater in 1944. I don&#8217;t know why, but this image proved to be particularly moving, perhaps because of my having been trained musically as a child in Richland (and after), and my life-long association with music through my producer\/keyboardist husband. While working on it, I listening to Bob Dylan&#8217;s classic, &#8220;A Hard Rain&#8217;s A Gonna Fall&#8221;, because, though Dylan says the song is not about rain from atomic fallout, the lyrics are appropriate enough&#8211;as they are appropriate for all warfare&#8211;and spoke to a future horizon that was being projected by Hanford those few years before Nagasaki.  Not that war before Fat Man and Little Boy was any less horrific.<\/p>\n<h5>But Fat Man and Little Boy were undeniable <span>game changers<\/span>.<\/h5>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?<br \/>\nOh, where have you been, my darling young one?<br \/>\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains<br \/>\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve walked and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve crawled on six crooked highways<br \/>\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests<br \/>\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans<br \/>\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard<br \/>\nAnd it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard<br \/>\nAnd it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard rain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a-gonna fall<\/p>\n<p>Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?<br \/>\nOh, what did you see, my darling young one?<br \/>\nI saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it<br \/>\nI saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it<br \/>\nI saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<br \/>\nI saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<br \/>\nI saw a white ladder all covered with water<br \/>\nI saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken<br \/>\nI saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children<br \/>\nAnd it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard<br \/>\nAnd it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard rain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a-gonna fall<\/p>\n<p>And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?<br \/>\nAnd what did you hear, my darling young one?<br \/>\nI heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<br \/>\nHeard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world<br \/>\nHeard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<br \/>\nHeard ten thousand whisperin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 and nobody listenin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<br \/>\nHeard one person starve, I heard many people laughin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<br \/>\nHeard the song of a poet who died in the gutter<br \/>\nHeard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley<br \/>\nAnd it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, and it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard<br \/>\nAnd it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard rain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a-gonna fall<\/p>\n<p>Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?<br \/>\nWho did you meet, my darling young one?<br \/>\nI met a young child beside a dead pony<br \/>\nI met a white man who walked a black dog<br \/>\nI met a young woman whose body was burning<br \/>\nI met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow<br \/>\nI met one man who was wounded in love<br \/>\nI met another man who was wounded with hatred<br \/>\nAnd it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard<br \/>\nIt\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard rain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a-gonna fall<\/p>\n<p>Oh, what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?<br \/>\nOh, what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll you do now, my darling young one?<br \/>\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m a-goin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 back out \u00e2\u20ac\u2122fore the rain starts a-fallin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<br \/>\nI\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest<br \/>\nWhere the people are many and their hands are all empty<br \/>\nWhere the pellets of poison are flooding their waters<br \/>\nWhere the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison<br \/>\nWhere the executioner\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face is always well hidden<br \/>\nWhere hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten<br \/>\nWhere black is the color, where none is the number<br \/>\nAnd I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it<br \/>\nAnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it<br \/>\nThen I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<br \/>\nBut I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll know my song well before I start singin\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<br \/>\nAnd it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard<br \/>\nIt\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a hard rain\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a-gonna fall<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Copyright \u00c2\u00a9 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p> [clear]<\/p>\n<p>And now a 1964 live performance of  Dylan&#8217;s &#8220;A Hard Rain&#8217;s A Gonna Fall&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p><object width=\"425\" height=\"350\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/d8bf6RFCDyk\"><\/param><embed src=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/d8bf6RFCDyk\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"425\" height=\"350\"><\/embed><\/object><\/p>\n<p>The image upon which the painting is based:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/idyllopuspress\/3431310542\/\" title=\"Talent Shown Girl Playing Accordion by idyllopus, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3601\/3431310542_5a70fcf9b6.jpg\" width=\"403\" height=\"500\" alt=\"Talent Shown Girl Playing Accordion\"><\/a><br \/>\n<em>DDRS Record Details for Record Accession Number<br \/>\n&#8220;N1D0024918&#8221;<br \/>\nAccession Number N1D0024918<br \/>\nDocument Number D-5428-NEG<br \/>\nAlternate Document Number D-5428-NEG<br \/>\nTitle Description GIRL PLAYING ACCORDIAN<br \/>\nNumber of Pages 1<br \/>\nKey Word(s)<br \/>\nAuthor(s)<br \/>\nCompany(s)<br \/>\nDocument Date 04-Dec-2001<br \/>\nPublic Availability Date 14-Feb-2002 <\/em><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/idyllopuspress.com\/meanwhile\/the-art\/hanford-art\/\"><strong>Read the introduction to the Remixing the Hanford Declassified Project paintings<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard A Hard Rain&#8217;s a Gonna Fall, declassified 2006 20 w by 24 in h Digital Painting with photo collage elements by Juli Kearns, Copyright \u00c2\u00a9 2006 Juli Kearns Based on a photo from the Hanford Historical Photo Declassification Project. 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