- Fan: You getting writer's cramps, Joan?
- Joan Baez: [signing autographs] No, I'm getting a bloated ego.
- Joan Baez: [singing while signing autographs] If there's anything I can say, If there's anything I can do, Just call on me and I'll send it along, With love, from me to you.
- Joan Baez: I like kids, you know. I mean, it's just - idolatry's a little weird. That's all. Because, it doesn't mean anything. If it's - I don't think it hurts anybody. I mean, I don't think it hurts those kids the way they - with what they're doing. And, the fact that they ask things like "We Shall Overcome" and they know what its about, most of 'em. The ones who ask, know what it's about. I think that's wonderful, you know. And I don't mind if they act like a bunch of monkeys like that. You know, they're sweet! When grownups do it - it's a little silly.
- Joan Baez: This bunch of people here at Newport, all these kids who look like that, you know, there's got to be an alternative to whatever ways of like are offered to them. You know, I mean, Democrat, Republican. You know, and I would like to offer some kind of alternative. Somehow, you know. Or, help. All the words, all the important things, like truth, truth and love, are just buried in this society. You know, they're buried and laughed at and giggled at and - if people don't give back to them, somehow, then I don't - well, then there's no sense in living, I don't think.
- Donovan: [singing] And the war drags on, And there's no - no more world, And the tears come streaming down, As the flower lies burning on the ground.
- Mississippi John Hurt: I liked music ever since I was a boy. I just like music. You know, I read in the Bible, it says, the older men teach the younger ones. I'm glad I got something they want. Candy Man.
- [laughs]
- Mississippi John Hurt: They like Candy Man.
- [sings]
- Mississippi John Hurt: Well all you ladies gather 'round, That good sweet Candy Man's in town, It's the Candy Man, Candy Man, He likes a stick of candy just nine inch long, He sells as fast a hog can chew his corn, It's the Candy Man, Candy Man...
- Son House: The blues, what I try to explain, the real old blues, me and the Reverend was talking that over this mornin'. He knows that too. The real old blues, no cause for no jumpin'. You go to jumpin', that ain't the blues. They can name it the blues, but it ain't the blues. The blues is just by itself. That's the blues. Need got lonesome and worried, don't know what to do. Thinkin' about your loved one and people that you want to be nice to you. You been nice to them; but, they ain't and you're deceived by 'em. Now, you got the blues by 'em. You don't know what to do. You wants to see 'em. Wonder where they at. Wonder where they goin'. Wonder why they deceived me. I trust 'em with everything I had. I done everything. I turned my heart to 'em - with faith and belief in 'em. And then they get up and deceive me. Now, you don't know whether to cut their throat or to cry again. That's the blues! B-L-U-S-E.
- Mike Bloomfield: It's very strange; because, I'm not born to blues, you know. It's not in my blood. It's not in my roots, in my family. Man, I'm Jewish, you know. I've been Jewish for years.
- Mike Bloomfield: It's a transformation. It is like a mystical thing. It's mystic. I will swear to God, it's some kind of mystic thing. Son House turns into the blues. He turns into a demon of some sort. And he doesn't hear. He doesn't feel. His whole, every nerve and fiber of his body is taken up in that music. You see, Son House is stone blue. He's where it's at, you know.
- Son House: [singing] Boy, did you ever love anybody, When they didn't love you? Is you ever loves anybody, Yes, yes, when they didn't love you? You know it don't look like it'd be satisfaction, Don't care what in this ole world you do...
- Mike Bloomfield: I'm not Son House. I haven't been pissed on, stepped on, and shitted on. You know, like he has. I haven't gone through that. Man, my father's a multi-millionaire, you know. I've lived a rich, fat, happy life, man. I had a big Bar Mitzvah, you know. I'm not Son House. I can play blues, you know. And I can feel it, in a way. Man, those guys are a different story. That's a different thing all together.
- Mike Bloomfield: Butterfield's something else. He feels it. He's in there. All the way. Butterfield is a blues singer. There's no white - white bullshit with Butterfield. White-colored thing with him. I mean, he's there. If he was green, it wouldn't make any difference. If he was a planaria, a tuna fish sandwich, Butterfield would be into the blues.
- Mel Lyman: You don't choose music, it chooses you. You don't play to choose music, music chooses to play you.
- Bob Dylan: Does anybody have an E harmonica? An E harmonica? Anybody? Just throw them all up.
- [several harmonicas thrown on stage]
- Bob Dylan: Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you very much.
- [singing]
- Bob Dylan: Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to, Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come following you...
- [last lines]
- Newport Festival Audience: More! More! More! More! More! More! More!
- Joan Baez: [singing] I put him in a tiny boat, And cast him out to sea, That he might sink or he might swim, But he'd never come back to me...
- Mary: [singing] How many years can a mountain exist, Before it's washed to the sea?
- Peter, Paul, Mary: How many years can some people exist, Before they're allowed to be free? How many times can a man turn his head, And pretend that he just doesn't see?
- Mary: The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
- Judy Collins: [singing] To everything turn, turn, turn, There is a season, And a time to every purpose, under heaven, A time to gain, a time to lose, A time to rend, a time to sew, A time of love, a time of hate, A time of peace, I swear it's not too late.
- Mary: [singing] Come mothers and fathers, Throughout the land, And don't criticize, What you can't understand, Your sons and your daughters, Are beyond your command, Your old road is rapidly aging, Please get out of the new one, If you can't lend your hand
- Peter, Paul, Mary: For the times they are a-changin'...
- Fritz Richmond: I can't tell you what kind of a guy I am. You might look at me and say, "Hey, he's a freak!" And, eh, and you might be right. But, when I pick up a jug and start playin' it, you *know* I'm a freak, right.
- Mel Lyman: See, we're trying to take our understanding or our perception of truth and put it into form so that you can hear it sensually, like with your ears. Like a painter takes what he knows of the truth and puts it on a canvas so the people can dig it in a sensual way, with their eyes. And music happens to be an ear thing, that's all.
- Pete Seeger: Why have we done this? Because, we believe in the idea that the average man and woman can make his own music. In this machine age, it doesn't all have to come out of a loud speaker. You can make it yourself, whether you want shout or croon, sing sweet or rough. And it can be your own music. And when I say your own, music of your own kind, whether its your family or your town or your region, your race or your place, your religion or wherever it is.
- Joan Baez: These kids are free and the boys have long hair and girls have long hair and there's a freedom, you know, like - I'd like it if a lot of them took a bath more often. But, I prefer - I love the way they look!
- Newport Boy 1: People start to idolize these artists, you know, and once that happens, you know, like Dylan, yesterday, you know. Everybody just comes over in masses, I don't know how many people were there, and they all just sit there and look at him. "It's Bob Dylan! It's really him!" They go rushing up. Yeah, everybody around here wants to be a bum, you know, and be famous for it, you know. I mean, he's not a bum, but, yeah, he has that image. Long hair and - I do like Dylan's music and you don't really need to see him. He's pretty - he's a very good performer.
- Newport Boy 2: He's improved his annunciation
- [sic]
- Newport Boy 2: . That certainly helps.
- Newport Boy 3: I mean, when he gets real, everybody, there he is, there's the man, god, and everything, um, you know, who needs him anymore? He's accepted. He's part of your establishment and - forget him.
- Man in White T-Shirt: If we don't do anything about, say, the bomb, you know, we could be playing along one day and have the whole situation come to an end. So, personally, my outlook is that topical songs should be sung because they, kind of, are the singers way of doing something to improve the lot, which is ignoring, if he just kazoos off into the horizon.
- Donovan: Have you ever heard of the BBC? The BBC is a gov - right, right, right. Well, they said that I couldn't sing this song.
- [singing]
- Donovan: Vietnam, your latest game, you're playing with your blackest Queen, Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream, For seagull I don't want your wings, I don't want your freedom in a lie.
- Man in Jacket: Who knows what's going to happen tomorrow? Nobody. We may be in a world war tomorrow, right?
- Commentator: I don't know what that has to do with folk music.
- Man in Jacket: We've got the car. We've got the radio. We've got public communication. Everything! How do we know what's going on in the world? And everybody's confused. Nobody knows where they're going. What's going to happen tomorrow? I don't know. Do you?
- Pete Seeger: The songs they sing are not just being sung for the fun of hearing their own voices. They're not being sung for money. They're being sung for *freedom*. And I can't think of any more wonderful purpose.
- Mike Bloomfield: Every time I play, you know, you start and then you get into the music and you reach a point where within yourself its you and the music, you know. And they're two separate entities and when they come together and you're completely into it. And you get into that music, man, that music becomes you. And you play it together. And you just, you play blues at all, not just your hands, all of you, every bit of you is part of that music.
- Son House: This old time stuff - that was out before he come here. And, so, when he see it, then that's new to him.
- Son House: Cry and you cry alone. Weep alone. You want to shut up in your room someplace. You don't want no company too much. You're not mad with the other people, but, you wanted to lock your door and get in there where you can cry a good fashion. You hear somebody knocking on your door. You don't want to hear 'em! It's not that you're mad with 'em. You don't want no company right now. You want to sit down and concentrate in your own mind and you don't want no botherin'. Even with Daddy, Sister, Mama, nobody. Oh, I wish they would go away.
- Howlin' Wolf: [singing] Pretty baby. Come on home. I love you, If you hear me howlin', calling on my darlin', She's hot like red pepper. Sweet like cherry wine, I'm so glad she love me. Love me all the time, She's my little baby, sweet as she can be, All this love she's got, do belongs to me, If you hear me howlin', calling on my darling, My baby. Come on home. I love you. Come on home, If you hear me howlin', calling on my darling, Every time she kiss me, she makes the lights go out...
- Joan Baez: [singing] The machine guns are roaring, the puppets heave rocks, The fiends nail time bombs to the hands of the clocks, Call me any name you like, I will never deny it, But farewell, Angelina, the sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
- Bob Dylan: [singing] I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me, See like me or be like me, All I really want to do, Is baby be friends with you.
- Bob Dylan: [singing] I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more, Well I try my best, To be just like I am, But everybody wants you, To be just like them, They sing while you slave, I just get bored, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
- Pete Seeger: [singing] I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield, Down by the riverside
- Pete Seeger, Peter, Paul, Mary, Joan Baez, Odetta: Down by the riverside, Down by the riverside, I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield, Down by the riverside, I'm gonna study, war no more...