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St Peter's Fields

Jim Woodlands
Lingua: Inglese



(Added lyrics about Arab spring with help from the company, and with the permission of Jim Woodland. Thanks especially to Reem Kelani and Chris Somes-Charlton).


The Anti-Capitalist Roadshow
Celebrating subversion

Si definiscono un “collettivo di cantanti e autori, più un mago, che si oppone al programma ideologico di austerità imposto dal governo britannico milionario”. Il Roadshow è composto da undici musicisti arrabbiati di età molto diverse.
C’è la notevole Grace Petrie, una versione femminile e più giovane di Billy Bragg, che propone canzoni sui ricchi che si arricchiscono e brani più rilessivi e personali come Protest singer blues. Ci sono Robb Johnson con la trascinante Be reasonable e Reem Kelani con un inno tunisino accompagnato dall’oud. Soprattutto ci sono due veterani della scena folk: Leon Rosselson, 78 anni, ancora impetuoso e arguto in Beneits and looters, e Peggy Seeger, che riscrive un brano swing degli anni trenta con l’appello “occupiamo St. Paul’s”.
Robin Denselow, The Guardian
traduzione di Internazionale


St Peter's Fields in Manchester
On a day we need not name
Soldiers waiting in the sunshine
One by one the people came
And the women were dressed in white
Wearing leaves of laurel green
St Peter's Fields in Manchester
1819...
And you would think reform
Was a baby that must be born
And you would think democracy
Would give us hopes of liberty
But do you think that’s true
And have you heard the news...

Phoebe Webber has been slaughtered
On the fields of Peterloo
And the red upon the green grass
Sparkles like the morning dew.
May the tears flow down like water
And wash the bloodstains from you.
Phoebe Webber has been slaughtered
On the fields of Peterloo...

Somebody tell me how it happened
I know even less than you.
Their swords were out and sharpened
A hundred thousand pushing through.
We were standing in the front line
Still I can't believe it's true.
I saw her eyes and then she saw mine.
She was dead before she knew...

Phoebe Webber has been slaughtered
On the fields of Peterloo
And the red upon the green grass
Sparkles like the morning dew.
May the tears flow down like water
And wash the bloodstains from you.
Phoebe Webber has been slaughtered
On the fields of Peterloo...

And when you wake up in the morning
Just thank the star that shines on you
That the likes of Phoebe Webber
Always do the things they do.
From the bloody streets of Moscow
To the ghettos of the U.S.A.
From the haunted squares of China
To the graveyards of the Cape
From Tunisia’s Bouazizi
To resistance in Bil’in
From Tahrir Square in Egypt
To Manama in Bahrain
She will die again tomorrow
As she died yesterday
She will die until the sorrow
And the chains are swept away.
Now the green leaves of the laurel
Turn a red and deadly hue
Phoebe Webber has been slaughtered
On a street not far from you.

inviata da DoNQuijote82 - 20/12/2012 - 17:08



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