The Boss sings for labor

Thanks once again to my friends Eric at Life is a Mystery and Mary at Tensegrities for making me aware of a video showing the Boss preaching for the hope of the future.Here you have the most highly paid theologian in America, Bruce Springsteen, singing as he does so well about those aren’t so well paid.  The Boss certainly makes well over $250,000 a year and will be paying substainially more income taxes come the dawn of an Obama presidency, and yet here he is in Cleveland, OH singing his song Youngstown, about the folks who work the mills there and make substaintially less than $250,000 a year.

The Boss singing about Youngstown, Ohio from Rick Pollack on Vimeo.

The rich only taking care of the rich doesn’t work.  Joe the Steel Worker is going to be much better off backing Obama:

Seven-hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world’s changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name.

Because this is the world that trickle down and deregulation have brought us.  A world run by those who parade an arch religious conservative as a Vice Presidential candidate but who as the Biblical prophet Amos says, “sell the righteous for silver, and the needy for a pair of sandals,  who trample the head of the poor into the dust of the earth, and push the afflicted out of the way.”

Here’s the complete lyric:

Here in north east Ohio
Back in eighteen-o-three
James and Danny Heaton
Found the ore that was linin’ yellow creek
They built a blast furnace
Here along the shore
And they made the cannon balls
That helped the union win the war

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I’m sinkin’ down
Here darlin’ in Youngstown

Well my daddy worked the furnaces
Kept ’em hotter than hell
I come home from ‘Nam worked my way to scarfer
A job that’d suit the devil as well
Taconite, coke and limestone
Fed my children and made my pay
Then smokestacks reachin’ like the arms of god
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I’m sinkin’ down
Here darlin’ in Youngstown

Well my daddy come on the 0hio works
When he come home from world war two
Now the yards just scrap and rubble
He said, “Them big boys did what Hitler couldn’t do”
These mills they built the tanks and bombs
That won this country’s wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam
Now we’re wondering what they were dyin’ for

Here in Youngstown
Here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I’m sinkin’ down
Here darlin’ in Youngstown

From the Monongaleh valley
To the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalacchia
The story’s always the same
Seven-hundred tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the world’s changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name

In Youngstown
In Youngstown
My sweet Jenny, I’m sinkin’ down
Here darlin’ in Youngstown

When I die I don’t want no part of heaven
I would not do heavens work well
I pray the devil comes and takes me
To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell

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