Woody Guthrie
American Land
Da rocken alle zusammen, Pflicht für alle das muss Springsteen immer spielen.
Finde ich toll, dass das ein so populäres Lied ist. Es verdeutlicht auch, warum ich einen so immense Bewunderung für Springsteen habe. Zur Zeit der schlimmsten illegal-immigrants-Stimmung in den USA veröffentlicht er ein Lied, das die Komplexität und Diversität der amerikanischen Einwanderungsgesellschaft in Vergangenheit und Gegenwart erinnert und die USA nicht nur als Einwanderungsland, sondern als Hoffnung vieler Menschen feiert ohne dabei die Schattenseiten zu vernachlässigen. Und das macht er in einem Song, wie er mitreißender und eingängiger kaum sein könnte. Springsteen scheint die Geschichte des Landes mit jeder Faser seines Körper aufgenommen zu haben.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpHCwKGu8eg&feature=related
Lyrics:
What is this land America so many travel there
I’m going now while I’m still young my darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely I’ll send for you when I can
And we’ll make our home in the American land
Over there all the woman wear silk and satin to their knees
And children dear, the sweets, I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the rivers straight into your hands
When you make your home in the American Land
There’s diamonds in the sidewalk the’s gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There’s treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
I docked at Ellis Island in a city of light and spires
She met me in the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities with our sweat and two hands
And we made our home in the American Land
There’s diamonds in the sidewalk the’s gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There’s treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
The McNicholas, the Posalski’s, the Smiths, Zerillis, too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
Come across the water a thousand miles from home
With nothin in their bellies but the fire down below
They died building the railroads worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories names scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago they’re still dyin now
The hands that built the country were always trying to keep down
There’s diamonds in the sidewalk the gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There’s treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American Land
Who will make his home in the American Land
Who will make his home in the American Land
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Ohne Musik ist alles Leben ein Irrtum.