Jim Hinde - Shout Down the Wind

[ClayZ]

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Jim Hinde 1951 - 2008

Jim Hinde passed away yesterday. He was an activist in the Peace and Justice movement.
He sang anti-war songs at the Pike Place Market-Seattle, festivals and Peace Rallys for many years. He is sruvived by his beautiful wife, Janet, his son Nate, and daugheter, Katie.

Rest in Peace, Jim Hinde. Your songs were a big part of our life. You will be missed!
:cry: You were my friend.

[bahrbearian]

1. Peace be with you Jim.

:cry:

[ClayZ]

2. What a poet he was!

http://jimhinde.com/discography.asp


Frank, Dennis, and Me
Jim Hinde


I was eighteen and change when the telephone rang,

Calling me to report to the sea.

The Viet Nam War raged on every front page in the country.

I sailed to the war of a faraway shore

With boys no wiser than I…

Too young to vote, and hoping too young to die.

Serving time for the crime of being born American male,

Where sons become Brothers in Arms or brothers in jail.

Perhaps it was love, or self prescribed drugs,

Or the limbo of lost out at sea.

Sailing that line beyond reason and rhyme…

Frank, Dennis, and me.

I recall the resorts and all the opium ports,

But the truth shines later in life…

The plight of the pawn pales greatly in the light of the king.

How convenient is a God, who would spare not the rod,

And send his only child to die;

In the hands of a power intent on only saving a lie?

I turned twenty-one years old

Coming home from the South China Sea,

Slapping paint on the rust

Of the sinking American Dream.

And did the home fires burn upon the heroes return?

Was the red carpet rolled to the sea?

Where was the parade when democracy was saved

By Frank, Dennis, and me?

Now I see in my son, were he to march to the gun,

How his soul would wither and die.

I know how that goes, far too long it’s been happening to mine.

May the damage done me by the powers that be

Never be done unto mine,

And may the criminals and foes be exposed by history and time.

For Dennis and I swore that the Viet Nam War will have ended

At the moment when honor prevails and with justice demanded.

While the names in the Wall on the Washington Mall

Await the dead to return from the sea…

Those veterans still dying, a day at a time,

With Frank, Dennis, and me.

[ClayZ]

3. "I bet you didn't hear that on FOX NEWS"

Jim Hinde
Your God Connection

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7sjbLt6nck

[ClayZ]

4. Jim Hinde, "Market busker sang his heart out". Seattle PI

http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/366581_obithinde11.html

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Hinde, the Market's bushy-bearded busker, died in his sleep Monday. He was 56.

A Vietnam veteran with post-traumatic stress, he turned to writing and performing music to ease his pain.

"He loved the Market. It really helped him deal with a lot of his demons, playing music, writing the lyrics," said his daughter, Katie Hinde. "It gave him a feeling that he was doing something worthwhile and meaningful, and it supported his family.

"He was so heartbroken when we went to war in Iraq . He felt his generation was destroyed by the Vietnam War. He thought, if we learned that lesson, then it was worth it," she said.

"The current activity broke his heart; he felt like the lesson hadn't been learned at all."
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K

[ClayZ]

5. Seattle Times: Street musician Jim Hinde helped define Pike Place Market

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2004470157_hindeobit11m.html

With Pike Place Market as his stage, street musician Jim Hinde delighted millions of visitors, locals and workers for two decades with poignant lyrics, understated guitar and a nod, smile or wink that said: "What's not to love here?"

An institution within an institution, Mr. Hinde was the soul of a place considered the soul of the city, his folk songs a soundtrack for the Market since he began performing there full time as a busker in 1990.

The death of Mr. Hinde, 56, who suffered a heart attack in his sleep, cast a pall Tuesday over the Market, where he was regarded as a consummate professional. A former salesman, Mr. Hinde often credited the Market with saving him from the demons that haunted him as a Vietnam War veteran.
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:cry:


K