Cine Resort

quinta-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2015

João Palhares disse...: Here come the mine cars, and it's damn near dawn.
Another shift of men, some of them my friends, comin' on.
Hard to imagine workin' in the mines;
Coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind.
Yes, and I've listened to the speeches,
but it occours to me politicians don't understand; thoughts of isolation, ain't no sunshine underground.
It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.

Damn near a legend as old as the mines:
things that happen in the pits just don't change with the times.
Work 'till you're exhausted in too little space,
a history of desastrous fears etched on your face.
Somebody signs a paper, ev'ry body thinks it's fine,
but Taft and Hartley ain't done one day in the mines.
You start to stiffen! You heard a crackin' sound!
It's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down.; 29 de janeiro de 2015 às 19:31