Biografia:
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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We have fed you all for a thousand years,
Bm A
And you hail us still unfed,
D E
Though there's never a dollar of all your wealth.
Bm A
But marks the workers' dead.
D A
We have yielded our best to give you rest
Bm E
And you lie on crimson wool.
A D E
And if blood be the price of all your wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have paid in full!
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A D E
There is never a mine blown skyward now.
Bm A
But we're buried alive for you.
D E
There's never a wreck drifts shoreward now,
Bm A
But we are its ghastly crew.
D A
Go reckon our dead by the forges red
Bm E
And the factories where we spin.
A D E
If blood be the price of your cursed wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have paid it in!
[Verse 3]
A D E
We have fed you all for a thousand years -
Bm A
For that was our doom, you know;
D E
From the days when you chained us in your fields
Bm A
To the strike a week ago.
D A
You have taken our lives, our husbands and wives,
Bm E
And we're told it's your legal share.
A D E
But if blood be the price of your lawful wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have bought it fair!
A D E
We have fed you all for a thousand years,
Bm A
And you hail us still unfed,
D E
Though there's never a dollar of all your wealth.
Bm A
But marks the workers' dead.
D A
We have yielded our best to give you rest
Bm E
And you lie on crimson wool.
A D E
And if blood be the price of all your wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have paid in full!
[Verse 2]
A D E
There is never a mine blown skyward now.
Bm A
But we're buried alive for you.
D E
There's never a wreck drifts shoreward now,
Bm A
But we are its ghastly crew.
D A
Go reckon our dead by the forges red
Bm E
And the factories where we spin.
A D E
If blood be the price of your cursed wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have paid it in!
[Verse 3]
A D E
We have fed you all for a thousand years -
Bm A
For that was our doom, you know;
D E
From the days when you chained us in your fields
Bm A
To the strike a week ago.
D A
You have taken our lives, our husbands and wives,
Bm E
And we're told it's your legal share.
A D E
But if blood be the price of your lawful wealth,
Bm A
Good God! We have bought it fair!
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