An Organ Thing of The Day for today? Well, this song released and shared by Bruce Springsteen say it all. Now Bruce and his people didn’t ask us to share it, and Mr Springsteen doesn’t need our support but that really isn’t what this is about. This is about the righteous power of art, of music, of hope…
People will no doubt respond to this being here by asking us to keep politics out of music, come on now, to make art or music is to be political, getting out of bed in the morning is political, you can’t bury your heads in the sand. “But what has it go to do with us in the UK?” You’re not going seriously ask that are you? This is exactly what Farage and his gang of scumbags want and he’s going to push all the right buttons to try and take us down that Trumpian road he so longs for, that them-and-us divide-and-rule thing that “good old Nigel wants” so he can get his way. Wise up good people, what happens in the US today happens in the UK tomorrow, you can’t bury your head in the sand, not in these times we live in. I can’t say I’ve ever been a massive Bruce Springsteen fan in terms of his music, I have always had massive massive respect for the man as a person and as an artist, and yes, once again he is right, so yes, this is our Thing of The Day here today and I’m becoming more of a Bruce fan with every day that passes Go share it far and wide…
This is about the righteous power of art, of music, of hope.
Lyrics
Through the winter’s ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
‘Neath an occupier’s boots
King Trump’s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes
Against smoke and rubber bullets
By the dawn’s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
Trump’s federal thugs beat up on
His face and his chest
Then we heard the gunshots
And Alex Pretti lay in the snow, dead
Their claim was self defense, sir
Just don’t believe your eyes
It’s our blood and bones
And these whistles and phones
Against Miller and Noem’s dirty lies
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Crying through the bloody mist
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
Now they say they’re here to uphold the law
But they trample on our rights
If your skin is black or brown my friend
You can be questioned or deported on sight
In chants of ICE out now
Our city’s heart and soul persists
Through broken glass and bloody tears
On the streets of Minneapolis
Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
Previously on these pages…
This from eight months ago….
THE ORGAN 