Showing posts with label Bruce Springsteen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bruce Springsteen. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Factory

Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light,
It's the working, the working, just the working life.
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain,
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain,
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life,
The working, the working, just the working life.
End of the day, factory whistle cries,
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes.
And you just better believe, boy,
somebody's gonna get hurt tonight,
It's the working, the working, just the working life.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Young Bruce, working class hero






Young Springsteen and his suicide machines : there's nothing like rock'n'roll, 'cause baby, tramps like us we're born to run*

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Help me here...

A drone effect can be achieved through a sustained sound or through repetition of a note. It most often establishes a tonality upon which the rest of the piece is built.



Do you think I'm right ? That this song ilustrates the concept ?

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Factory






Years ago I read, something about the photographer Duane Michals, who happens to be a cousin of Andy Warhol(their families were both from former Checoslovaquia), and he was saying that when he was young he was sent some holidays to a farm on the countryside, and every night in the dark, he would be thinking of how much nicer, was the suburb where he lived, by the noise and yellow lights of the big factories, where his father worked.
I felt completely identified with him, because I grew up like in such a place, by the lights and rumor of a big factory, that also kept my dad away from home most nights.
You never felt lonely though...

this is a link to Duane Michals work