The Byrds – Turn! Turn! Turn!

Introduction:

“Turn! Turn! Turn!” is a timeless classic that has resonated with audiences for decades. This iconic song, performed by the influential folk-rock band The Byrds, was released in 1965 and quickly became a cultural touchstone of the 1960s counterculture.

The song’s lyrics are adapted from the biblical Book of Ecclesiastes, specifically verse 8:6: “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” The Byrds, known for their innovative blend of folk, rock, and country music, transformed this ancient text into a contemporary anthem of hope, despair, and the cyclical nature of life.

The song’s driving rhythm, punctuated by Jim McGuinn’s distinctive 12-string Rickenbacker guitar, propelled it to the top of the charts. Its message of peace, love, and social change aligned perfectly with the spirit of the times, making it a rallying cry for a generation seeking change.

“Turn! Turn! Turn!” remains a powerful and enduring song, its lyrics still relevant today. It serves as a reminder that life is a series of seasons, each with its own unique challenges and opportunities. The Byrds’ interpretation of this ancient text has secured its place in music history as a timeless masterpiece that continues to inspire and resonate with listeners of all ages.

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The Byrds "Turn! Turn! Turn!" on The Ed Sullivan Show (https://youtu.be/W3xgcmIS3YU?si=8L_dciwaOYDL5OzU)

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