Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see...
This is my neighborhood
This is where I come from
I call this place my home
You call this place a slum
You want to run all the people out
This what you're all about
Treat poor people just like trash
Turn around and make big cash
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
Last month there was a fire
I saw seven children die
You sent flowers to their family
But your sympathy's a lie
Cause every building that you burn
Is more blood money that you earn
We are forced to relocate
From the pain that you create
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
We lived here for so many years
Now this house is full of fear
For a profit you will take control
Where will all the older people go?
There used to be when kids could play
Without the scourge of drug's decay
Now our kids are living dead
They crack and blow their lives away
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
You've got to fight
You've got a right
To fight for your neighborhood!
You've got to fight
For your neighbor!
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see...
This is my neighborhood
This is where I come from
I call this place my home
You call this place a slum
You want to run all the people out
This what you're all about
Treat poor people just like trash
Turn around and make big cash
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
Last month there was a fire
I saw seven children die
You sent flowers to their family
But your sympathy's a lie
Cause every building that you burn
Is more blood money that you earn
We are forced to relocate
From the pain that you create
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
We lived here for so many years
Now this house is full of fear
For a profit you will take control
Where will all the older people go?
There used to be when kids could play
Without the scourge of drug's decay
Now our kids are living dead
They crack and blow their lives away
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
Now you can tear a building down
But you can't erase a memory
These houses may look all run down
But they have a value you can't see
You've got to fight
You've got a right
To fight for your neighborhood!
You've got to fight
For your neighbor!
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 8/11/2019 - 21:28
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Scritta da Vernon Reid con la poetessa di Brooklyn Tracie Morris
Nell'album "Vivid", micidiale esordio di questa storica band di New York
Un testo contro la gentrificazione – quella che da noi chiamano riqualificazione urbana - dell'East Side di New York City. Succede in sostanza che proprietari di condomini fatiscenti, arricchitisi per decenni con affitti esosi imposti a gente povera, ricevono offerte molto allettanti da società interessate ad acquistare per ristrutturare e vendere a prezzi molto più alti ad acquirenti facoltosi. Molto velocemente il tessuto urbano cambia e i poveri sono costretti a cambiare aria.
La canzone venne scritta da Reid partendo dai versi con cui la Morris rifletteva sul cambiamento repentino che in quegli anni stava subendo la 8th Street e la St. Mark's Place a Manhattan, subito dopo l'arrivo di catene commerciali come The Gap (abbigliamento, seconda al mondo solo a Zara)...