The 33rd of August
Joan Baez Lyrics


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Today, there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone
Left me standing with my penny in my hand
There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song
But he can see what they can't understand.

(CHORUS)
Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down
Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound.

Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees
A thousand voices screaming in my brain
Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy
Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain.

But now I've got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile




Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain
Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Joan Baez's song 'The 33rd of August' paint a picture of a desolate and abandoned feeling, as the band has packed up and left the singer with nothing but a penny in her hand. The next lines describe a scene of a big crowd at the station where a blind man is singing his song, suggesting that the singer is not alone in her lamentation. The chorus emphasizes the feeling of being stuck, as the singer is finally "touching down" on the 33rd of August, eight days from Sunday, and finds herself "Saturday bound". This feeling of being in between days and not having anywhere to go is reiterated throughout the song.


The second verse of the song portrays a sense of violence and chaos, as the singer recounts stumbling through darkness and hearing a thousand voices screaming in her brain. She wakes up in a squad car, having been arrested for vagrancy, and the weather is gloomy and seemingly hopeless. However, the final lines of the verse suggest that the singer has found some sort of inner peace, as she has locked away her "dangerous feelings" and killed her "violent nature with a smile". Although the demons still sing within her fevered brain, not all of her thoughts are defiled, and the listener is left to wonder what these god-like thoughts may be.


Line by Line Meaning

Today, there's no salvation, the band's packed up and gone
I feel hopeless as the band that was supposed to uplift me has left me


Left me standing with my penny in my hand
I am left with nothing but a penny in my hand


There's a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song
Despite my situation, there are still people going about their day-to-day lives


But he can see what they can't understand.
The blind man sees things that others cannot comprehend


(CHORUS)
The singer reflects on a day in August when she is finally coming to terms with her current situation


Its the thirty-third of August and I'm finally touching down
The singer has reached a turning point and has landed in a moment of realization


Eight days from Sunday finds me Saturday bound.
The singer feels trapped in a cycle of unproductivity and yearns for change


Once I stumbled through the darkness, tumbled to my knees
The singer recalls a time of personal struggle


A thousand voices screaming in my brain
The voices in the singer's head were overwhelming


Woke up in a squad car, busted down for vagrancy
The singer experienced a low point in their life and was arrested


Outside my cell as sure as hell, it looked like rain.
The singer felt hopeless and saw no relief from their current situation


But now I've got my dangerous feelings under lock and chain
The singer has worked to conquer their negative emotions


Guess I killed my violent nature with a smile
The singer has learned to deal with their internal struggles in a healthier way


Though the demons danced and sang their song within my fevered brain
Despite her progress, the singer is still faced with personal demons


Not all my God-like thoughts, Lord, were defiled
Despite her struggles, the singer maintains her faith and sense of self-worth




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: NEWBURY, Mickey Newbury

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Comments from YouTube:

Trudi Goodman

Thanks this is a beautiful version!

Anne Flaherty

this is one of the songs that lead me into my career

Alan Batterman

Excellent. Thanks for posting!

Saskia Cornell

Beautiful - haven't heard this song for quite some time. Saskia

Alwey Wong

Mickey and Joan would at times be entertaining at the same show. They would debate current events back stage.

Nancy Fox

My favorite version from Blessed Are...

Alan Batterman

This is it, Pam.

a khan

written by mickey newbury-also wrote angeline

Gary Huff

He also wrote "San Francisco Mabel Joy" another song I love that sweet Joan recorded.

Mr.404

You uploaded this on sep 2.
It`s 33rd Of August.

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