Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 21 January 2020
Glory - from the soundtrack of Selma
And the performance at the Academy Awards
The Selma to Montgomery marches were three protest marches, held in 1965, along the 54-mile (87 km) highway from Selma, Alabama to the state capital of Montgomery. The marches were organized by nonviolent activists to demonstrate the desire of African American citizens to exercise their constitutional right to vote, in defiance of segregationist repression; they were part of a broader voting rights movement underway in Selma and throughout the American South. By highlighting racial injustice, they contributed to passage that year of the Voting Rights Act, a landmark federal achievement of the civil rights movement.
The song, written for the soundtrack of the Film "Selma" is outstanding any way you look at it. Inspirational, motivational and emotional, the song is one of the best of the best.
Monday, 30 December 2019
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Monday, 30 September 2019
Millworker
Millworker
Now my grandfather was a sailor.
He blew in off the water.
My father was a farmer
And I his only daughter.
Took up with a no good
Millworking man from Massachusetts
Who died from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed.
Millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard.
Millwork, it ain't nothin'
But an awful, boring job.
I'm waiting for a daydream
To take me through the mornin';
Put me in my coffee break
Where I can have a sandwich and remember.
And it's me and my machine
For the rest of the mornin',
For the rest of the afternoon,
For the rest of my life.
Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm.
I can see my father smilin'
And me swingin' on his arm.
I can hear my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on Lake Erie,
Where vessels and cargos
And fortunes and sailor's lives were lost.
Yeah, but it's my life that's been wasted.
And I have been the fool
To let this manufacture
Use my body for a tool.
As I ride home in the evenin'
I'm staring at my hands,
Swearin' by my sorrow
That a young girl ought to stand a better chance.
Oh, but may I work the mills
Just as long as I'm able,
And never meet the man
Who's name is on the label.
Whoa, it's me and my machine
For the rest of the mornin',
For the rest of the afternoon,
For the rest of my life . . . wasted.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: James Taylor
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