domingo, 15 de octubre de 2006

 

Calentando motores (IV)

Encaramos la recta final con "American Land", canción escrita por el propio Bruce en plena gira y que interpretó por vez primera en junio de 2006 en los conciertos de Nueva York y Nueva Jersey. Al parecer sus raíces se encuentran en un poema de un inmigrante eslovaco (Andrew Kovaly) al que puso música Pete Seeger titulado "He Lies In The American Land":



American Land

What is this land of America? So many travel there
I'm going down while I'm still young, my darlin' meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land

Over there the women wear silk and satin to their knees*
And children near, the sweets I hear are growin' on the trees*
Gold comes rushing out the river straight into your hands*
If you make your home in the American land*

There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear the beer flows from the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the takin' for any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land

I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spire
I wandered to the valley of red hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities from the sweat of our two hands
And I made my home in the American land

There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear the beer flows from the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the takin' for any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land

The McNichols, the Molsowskis, the Smiths, the Rilleys too*
The Blacks, the Irish, the Italians, the Germans and the Jews
The Puerto Ricans, illegals, the Asians, Arabs miles from home*
Come across the water with a fire down below

They died building the railroads, worked their bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories, they've scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago, they're dying now
The hands that built the country we're all trying to keep down

There's diamonds in the sidewalks, there's gutters lined in song
Dear I hear the beer flows from the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the takin' for any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land
Who'll make his home in the American land
Who'll make his home in the American land

*Pendiente de revisión.

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