Found in Frost
Mythos Merch. Hobo Hankies 2016 I created the Hobo hankie pieces as part of the series, Mythos Merch. These prints incorporate hobo symbols, which are warnings and indicators, and commemorate some of my favorite attractions from the song Big Rock Candy Mountain by Harry McClintock. I love a good story and the tale of Big Rock Candy Mountain is just that, with its straight up tourist trap hucksterism and charm. Big Rock Candy Mountain, was first recorded by Harry McClintock in 1928, and appears to be a modern version of the medieval concept of Cockaigne. Cockaigne or Cockayne /kɒˈkeɪn/ is a land of plenty, an imaginary place of extreme luxury and ease where physical comforts and pleasures are always at hand and where the harshness of peasant life does not exist. Through time this has been a popular theme from Specimens of Early English Poets (1790) George Ellis printed a 13th-century French poem called "The Land of Cockaigne" where "The houses were made of barley sugar and cakes, the streets were paved with pastry, and the shops supplied goods for nothing.” Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s painting "Luilekkerland" (The Land of Cockaigne), 1567. pictures sleepy revelers lounging in abundance. The Brothers Grimm translated a similar fairy tale, Schlaraffenland “The Land of milk and honey.” This story also describes a land of extreme abundance, as well as a land of opposites, where the weakest and meekest are the strongest.
What could be better for a person, than to have all their needs met? Is it the lap of luxury to live in a place where no one has to "work" for money with plenty of clean water, food, and ample alcohol? Another kind of luxury, where the police are not a threat, where traveling is easy and sleeping under the stars every night is always warm and comfortable… That sounds like utopia. The land of milk and honey… Big Rock Candy Mountain is a Neverland.
What is the message beyond reveling in the fantasy of a decadent Willy Wonka world, a place so opposite of the one we inhabit? Is it to imagine a world of pure wish fulfillment? A true escapist fantasy: escaping the human condition? Is it in recognizing the actual abundance in nature? Is it found the cliché’ “If something sounds too good to be true…it probably is.” Does the song make a mark of you? In the tradition of Fairy tales, does it serve to be a warning for children, for teenagers and dreamers?
The lesser known last verse reveals the cautionary nature of the song. Originally the song described a child being recruited into hobo life by tales of the "Big Rock Candy Mountain." McClintock sanitized the song considerably from the version he sang as a street busker in the 1890s.
" The punk rolled up his big blue eyes
And said to the jocker, "Sandy,
I've hiked and hiked and wandered too,
But I ain't seen any candy.
I've hiked and hiked till my feet are sore
And I'll be damned if I hike any more
To be buggered sore like a hobo's whore
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."In the released version this verse did not appear.
Big Rock Candy Mountain Lyrics by Harry McClintock
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning;
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around them
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains ...
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
What could be better for a person, than to have all their needs met? Is it the lap of luxury to live in a place where no one has to "work" for money with plenty of clean water, food, and ample alcohol? Another kind of luxury, where the police are not a threat, where traveling is easy and sleeping under the stars every night is always warm and comfortable… That sounds like utopia. The land of milk and honey… Big Rock Candy Mountain is a Neverland.
What is the message beyond reveling in the fantasy of a decadent Willy Wonka world, a place so opposite of the one we inhabit? Is it to imagine a world of pure wish fulfillment? A true escapist fantasy: escaping the human condition? Is it in recognizing the actual abundance in nature? Is it found the cliché’ “If something sounds too good to be true…it probably is.” Does the song make a mark of you? In the tradition of Fairy tales, does it serve to be a warning for children, for teenagers and dreamers?
The lesser known last verse reveals the cautionary nature of the song. Originally the song described a child being recruited into hobo life by tales of the "Big Rock Candy Mountain." McClintock sanitized the song considerably from the version he sang as a street busker in the 1890s.
" The punk rolled up his big blue eyes
And said to the jocker, "Sandy,
I've hiked and hiked and wandered too,
But I ain't seen any candy.
I've hiked and hiked till my feet are sore
And I'll be damned if I hike any more
To be buggered sore like a hobo's whore
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains."In the released version this verse did not appear.
Big Rock Candy Mountain Lyrics by Harry McClintock
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning;
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around them
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains ...
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Screenprinted Hobo Hankies
CANARY WARNINGS (ongoing)