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Текст с Bandcamp’a: “Dick Gaughan provided a great tune for this powerful poem, written by Joseph Bovshover, a Belorussian Jewish anarchist who emigrated to New York. Revolutionary spirit is seen as a force of nature, like an earthquake. If the tensions caused by injustice and exploitation reach a critical threshold, revolution will occur. Eggs is eggs. The song is a reminder that revolution and rebellion can (and do) come from the right as well as the left. lyrics I come like a comet new born Like the sun that arises at morning, I come like the furious tempest That follows a thundercloud’s warning, I come like the fiery lava From cloud-covered mountains volcanic, I come like a storm from the north That the oceans awake to in panic I come because tyranny planted My seed in the hot desert sand, I come because masters have kindled My fury with every command, I come because man cannot murder The life-giving seed in his veins, I come because liberty cannot Forever be fettered by chains I come because tyrants imagine That mankind is only their throne, I come because peace has been nourished By bullets and cannon alone, I come because one world is two And we face one another with rage, I come because guards have been posted To keep out the hope of the age From earliest times the oppressed have awaked me and called me to lead them, I guided them out of enslavement And brought them to high roads of freedom, I marched at the head of their legions And hailed a new world at its birth And now I shall march with the peoples Until they unfetter the earth And you, all you sanctified moneybags Bandits anointed and crowned, Your counterfeit towers of justice And ethics will crash to the ground, I’ll send my good sword through your hearts That have drained the world’s blood in their lust Smash all your crowns and your sceptres And trample them into the dust I’ll rip off your rich purple garments And tear them to rags and to shreds, Never again will their glitter Be able to turn people’s heads, At last your cold world will be robbed of it’s proud hypocritical glow, For we shall dissolve it as surely As sunlight dissolves the deep snow. I’ll tear down your cobweb morality Shatter the old chain of lies, Catch all your black-hooded preachers And choke them as though they were flies. I’ll put a quick end to your heavens Your gods that are deaf to all prayer, Scatter your futile old spirits And clean up the earth and the air. And though you may choke me and shoot me And hang me your toil is in vain, No dungeon, no gallows can scare me Nor will I be frightened by pain. Each time I’ll arise from the earth And break through all your weapons of doom, Until you are finished forever Until you are dust in the tomb from Heavy Duty - Ballads of the Unfree, released February 1, 2018 Dick Gaughan / Bovshover“
