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Shirt of Blue

The Men They Couldn't Hang
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‎[1985]‎
Scritta da Paul Simmonds
Singolo poi incluso nell’album intitolato “How Green Is The Valley”, lo stesso in cui è contenuta ‎‎The Ghosts Of Cable Street

Shirt Of Blue

Se “The Ghosts Of Cable Street” era dedicata ad un evento risalente al lontano 1936, quando ‎centinaia di migliaia di antifascisti londinesi fermarono una parata militare organizzata dal partito ‎nazista britannico di Sir Oswald Ernald Mosley, questa canzone racconta di una vicenda privata che ‎però ha sullo sfondo, anzi, ha come causa quanto era appena accaduto nella Gran Bretagna ‎thatcheriana durante il lungo e violento braccio di ferro con i minatori, in sciopero per quasi un ‎anno intero tra la primavera del 1984 e quella del 1985… Qui un minatore, stremato fisicamente e ‎finaziariamente dal lungo sciopero viene lasciato dalla compagna che si trova un altro che sappia ‎darle delle prospettive migliori di vita, nello specifico un poliziotto… ‎
Hey now, Tommy have you got new shirt?
Is it's colour a fine bright blue?
Has your mother sent you off to your school
From the street with the pretty view?

And shall we wrestle in the old school yard
Like the other children do?
You can scuff your boots, you can tear your hands
And I'll rip that shirt off you

Hey now, Tommy since you moved away
They've taken our town and they've made it new
Now there stands a chemical plant
Where the cherry orchards grew

And I married Lucy from the back of our class
Who once wrote letters to you
We've got kids and we send them to school
From the street with the pretty view

Oh, and your shirt of blue
Oh, and your shirt of blue

Maybe Tommy, we grew up too quick
From the fields with the flowers strewn
From a butterfly stick, to a baton and a brick
Changing uniforms far too soon

Hey now, Tommy shall we meet again
In the morning wet with dew?
Meet at the gates of the colliery
You in your shirt of blue

And shall we wrestle in the muddy patch
Like the other poor men do?
We can scuff our boots, we can tear our hands
And I'll rip that shirt off you

Oh, and your shirt of blue
Oh, and your shirt of blue

Or maybe Tommy, we grew up too quick
From the fields with the flowers strewn
From a butterfly stick, to a baton and a brick
Changing uniforms far too soon

Oh, and your shirt of blue
Oh, and your shirt of blue

Oh, and your shirt of blue
Oh, and your shirt of blue

Oh, and your shirt of blue
Oh, and your shirt of blue

Contributed by Bernart - 2013/7/3 - 12:02



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