My Old Man

Ewan MacColl
Lingua: Inglese

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Canzone dedicata da Ewan MacColl (nato James Henry Miller) al padre William Miller, operaio forgiatore e battilastra, militante socialista, uno che fu bandito da gran parte delle fabbriche scozzesi per via del suo attivismo sindacale. Con la Grande Depressione William Miller perse defitivamente il lavoro, ormai ultracinquantenne. Il giovane James Henry, nato nel 1915, non potè più andare a scuola e cominciò una vita fatta di lavoretti saltuari, tirando su qualche soldo cantando per le strade e costruendosi da solo l’istruzione che la società gli aveva negata frequentando assiduamente la biblioteca comunale di Manchester. William Miller, classe 1884, morì ancora giovane nel 1947.
My old man was a good old man
Skilled in the moulding trade
In the stinking heat of the iron foundry
My old man was made
Down on his knees in the moulding sand
He wore his trade like a company brand
He was one of the cyclops' smoky band
Yes, that was my old man

My old man wasn't really old
It's just that I was young
And anybody over twelve years old
Was halfway to the tomb
He was loyal to his workmates all his life
Gave his pay packet to his wife
Had a few jars on a Saturday night
Yes, that was my old man

My old man was a union man
Fought hard all his days
He understood the system
And was wise to the boss' ways
He says, you want what's yours by right
You have to struggle with all your might
They'll rob you blind if you don't fight
Yes, that was my old man

My old man was a proud old man
At home on the foundry floor
Until the day they laid him off
And showed him to the door
They gave him his card, said, things are slack
We've got a machine can learn the knack
Of doing your job, so don't come back
The end of my old man

My old man he was fifty-one
What was he to do?
A craftsman moulder on the dole
In nineteen thirty-two
He felt he'd given all he could give
So he did what thousands of others did
Abandoned hope and the will to live
They killed him, my old man

My old man he is dead and gone
Now I am your old man
And my advice to you, my son
Is to fight back while you can
Watch out for the man with the silicon chip
Hold on to your job with a good firm grip
'Cause if you don't you'll have had your chips
The same as my old man

inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 29/7/2015 - 11:03

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