giovedì 7 febbraio 2019

The Ghost of Tom Joad

Non ho nulla da dire oggi, voglio solo abbandonarmi alla musica, a quella musica che per accordi e testo ti strugge e ti devasta e non ti lascia quieto finché non le dai spazio.

Le ho trovato uno spazio a quella The ghost of Tom Joad che mi gira in testa da sempre e che solo venerdì scorso, grazie alla trasmissione radiofonica di Emanuela Falcetti, ho ascoltato nella sua versione ideale.
Signore e signori Bruce Springsteen, la E Street band, Tom Morello e John Steinbeck
Gustatevela dall'inizio alla fine perché vi scardinerà la spina dorsale.

Vi lascio anche il testo sotto, per ricordare.




Man walks along the railroad track
He's goin' some place, there's no turnin' back 
The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge
Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge
The shelter line stretchin' around the corner
Welcome to the New World Order
Families sleepin' in their cars out in the Southwest
No job, no home, no peace, no rest, no rest

And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light
Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls his prayer book out of a sleepin' bag
The preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
He's waitin' for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
With a one way ticket to the promised land
With a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock
Bathin' in the cities' aqueducts

And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes 
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

Solo

Now Tom Said; "Ma, whenever ya see a cop beatin' a guy
Wherever a hungry new born baby cries
Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me ma 
I'll be there
Wherever somebody's srtugglin' for a place to stand
For a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody is strugglin' to be free
Look in their eyes ma, 
You'll see me

And the highway is alive tonight
Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of Tom Joad

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