Biography:
Bruce "Utah" Phillips (b. May 15, 1935 in Cleveland, Ohio; d. May 23, 2008 in Nevada City, Calif.) was a labor organizer, folk singer, songwriter, storyteller, poet and self-described "Golden Voice of the Great Southwest". He described the struggles of working people, labor unions and the power of direct action. He often promoted the Industrial Workers of the World in his music, actions, and words. His original songs include the often-covered "Green Rolling Hills of West Virginia" and "Rock salt and nails."
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Wave your hand at the shining airplane,
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Standing guard, by the barb-wire fences
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High above the clouds in the sunlit silence,
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So peaceful here, I'd like to stay.
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There's many a pilot who'd swap his pension
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What is that sound high above my city?
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Now we are running to find the shelters,
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What will I say when my children ask me,
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Where was I flying up on that day?
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With trembling voice I gave the order
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To the bombardier of Enola Gay.
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Look out, look out from your schoolroom window;
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Look up, young children, from your play.
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"My God, My God," all I can say.
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I hear a voice within me crying,
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"My mother's name was Enola Gay."
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Look out, look out from your schoolroom window;
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