A man inside a room is shaking hands with other men
This is how it happens
Our carefully laid plans
Shake it, shake it baby
Shake your ass out in that street
You're going to make 'em scream someday
You're going to make it big
You love so deep, so tender
Your people and your land
You love them until they can't recall
Who they are again
Work it, work it baby
Work your way around that room
You're going to make it big some day
You're going to make a boom
But I am
But I am
But I am not a number, not a name
But I am
But I am
But I am a carefully laid plan
Shake what your mama gave you
You know that it won't last
You're going to taste the ground real soon
You're going to taste the grass
A man inside a room is shaking hands with other men
This is how it happens
Our world under command
Shake it, shake it baby
Shake your ass out in that street
You're going to make us scream someday
You're going to make us weep
You're going to make us scream someday
You're going to make it big
This is how it happens
Our carefully laid plans
Shake it, shake it baby
Shake your ass out in that street
You're going to make 'em scream someday
You're going to make it big
You love so deep, so tender
Your people and your land
You love them until they can't recall
Who they are again
Work it, work it baby
Work your way around that room
You're going to make it big some day
You're going to make a boom
But I am
But I am
But I am not a number, not a name
But I am
But I am
But I am a carefully laid plan
Shake what your mama gave you
You know that it won't last
You're going to taste the ground real soon
You're going to taste the grass
A man inside a room is shaking hands with other men
This is how it happens
Our world under command
Shake it, shake it baby
Shake your ass out in that street
You're going to make us scream someday
You're going to make us weep
You're going to make us scream someday
You're going to make it big
inviata da Lorenzo - 14/1/2021 - 23:40
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Album: What We Saw from the Cheap Seats
La canzone paragona i politici alle spogliarelliste, ma in quanto a morale le spogliarelliste ne escono decisamente meglio. Una canzone sulla pochezza degli uomini di potere che si affannano con i loro squallidi giochetti per fare gli interessi loro e della loro banda di amici, pronti per questo a ridurre i cosiddetti cittadini a semplici numeri. Numeri nei campi di concentramento, nel caso peggiore, ma anche in situazioni meno estreme sempre numeri: numeri di morti nella pandemia, numeri di disoccupati, numeri senza nome.
Una canzone impietosa che mi ha ricordato il protagonista dell'antica ballata Matty Rentz (Child #306), ma anche qualche altro protagonista più recente della politica (con la p minuscola) italiana.