Biografía:
Bruce Duncan Phillips nació el 15 de mayo de 1935 en Cleveland, Ohio. Murió a los 73 años en Nevada, California, el viernes 23 de Mayo de 2008.
Cantante de folk norteamericano, cuentacuentos y andarrieles, durante 38 años se dedicó incansablemente a componer para dos continentes. En vida, se comprometió con las luchas obreras y fue orgulloso mienmbro de los "Industrial Workers of the World" (Trabajadores Industriales del Mundo), conocidos popularmente como los "Wobblies".
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Larimer Street by Utah Phillips
Fast Waltz Tempo
Verse:
A D
Your bulldozers rolling through my part of town
A E
The iron ball swings and knocks it all down,
A D
You knocked down my flophouse and you knocked down my bars
A E A
And black-topped it over to park all your cars.
Chorus:
A D
And where will I go, and where can I stay?
A E
You knocked down the skid row and hauled it away,
A D
I'll flag a fast rattler and ride it on down, boys,
A E A
They're running the bums out of town.
Old Maxie the tailor is closing his doors,
There ain't nothing left in the secondhand stores,
You knocked down my hock shop and the big Harbor Lights
And the old Chinese cafe that was open all night.
Chorus
You ran out the hookers who worked on the street
And built a big club where the playboys can meet.
My bookie joint closed when your cops made a raid,
But you built a new hall for the stock market trade.
Chorus
These little storekeepers they don't have a chance
With the big uptown bankers a-calling the dance,
With their suit-and-tie restaurants that's all owned by Greeks
And the counterfeit hippies and their plastic boutiques.
Chorus
Now I'm finding out there's just one kind of war,
It's the one going on 'tween the rich and the poor.
Don't know a lot about what you'd call class
But the upper and middle can all kiss my ass.
Chorus
Fast Waltz Tempo
Verse:
A D
Your bulldozers rolling through my part of town
A E
The iron ball swings and knocks it all down,
A D
You knocked down my flophouse and you knocked down my bars
A E A
And black-topped it over to park all your cars.
Chorus:
A D
And where will I go, and where can I stay?
A E
You knocked down the skid row and hauled it away,
A D
I'll flag a fast rattler and ride it on down, boys,
A E A
They're running the bums out of town.
Old Maxie the tailor is closing his doors,
There ain't nothing left in the secondhand stores,
You knocked down my hock shop and the big Harbor Lights
And the old Chinese cafe that was open all night.
Chorus
You ran out the hookers who worked on the street
And built a big club where the playboys can meet.
My bookie joint closed when your cops made a raid,
But you built a new hall for the stock market trade.
Chorus
These little storekeepers they don't have a chance
With the big uptown bankers a-calling the dance,
With their suit-and-tie restaurants that's all owned by Greeks
And the counterfeit hippies and their plastic boutiques.
Chorus
Now I'm finding out there's just one kind of war,
It's the one going on 'tween the rich and the poor.
Don't know a lot about what you'd call class
But the upper and middle can all kiss my ass.
Chorus
Utopians
Uut Permatasari
UUVVWWZ
Uvertira
UVERworld
W.K.?
Waaktaar & Zoe
Waax
Wacci
Wada Kouji