* We got an immigrant song for New York City
(22-06-2006, New York City , NY
AMERICAN LAND
An original song inspired by
‘He Lies in the American
Land
What is this land America
I'm going now while I'm still young
I'm going now while I'm still young
My darling meet me there
Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land
Over there all the women wear
Wish me luck my lovely, I'll send for you when I can
And we'll make our home in the American land
Over there all the women wear
Silk and satin to their knees
And children, dear, the sweets
And children, dear, the sweets
I hear, are growing on the trees
Gold comes rushing out the river
Gold comes rushing out the river
Straight into your hands
When you make your home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk
When you make your home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk
The gutters lined in song
Dear, I hear that beer flows
Dear, I hear that beer flows
Through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking
There's treasure for the taking
For any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land
I docked atEllis Island in the city of light
and spire
I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities
Who'll make his home in the American land
I docked at
I wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities
With the sweat of our two hands
I made my home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk
I made my home in the American land
There's diamonds in the sidewalk
The gutters lined in song
Dear, I hear that beer flows
Dear, I hear that beer flows
Through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking
There's treasure for the taking
For any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land
The McNicholas, the Posalskis, the Smiths, Zerillis too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
They come across the water
Who'll make his home in the American land
The McNicholas, the Posalskis, the Smiths, Zerillis too
The Blacks, the Irish, Italians, the Germans and the Jews
They come across the water
A thousand miles from home
With nothing in their bellies but the fire down below
They died building the railroads
With nothing in their bellies but the fire down below
They died building the railroads
They worked to bones and skin
They died in the fields and factories
They died in the fields and factories
Names scattered in the wind
They died to get here a hundred years ago
They died to get here a hundred years ago
They’re still dying now
The hands that built the country
The hands that built the country
We’re always trying to keep out
There's diamonds in the sidewalk
There's diamonds in the sidewalk
The gutters lined in song
Dear, I hear that beer flows
Dear, I hear that beer flows
Through the faucets all night long
There's treasure for the taking
There's treasure for the taking
For any hard working man
Who'll make his home in the American land
Who'll make his home in the American land
Who'll make his home in the American land
Who'll make his home in the American land
(…) For all you travellers out there
* Tenemos una canción de inmigrantes para New York
City…
(22-06-2006, Ciudad de Nueva
York, NY)
TIERRA AMERICANA
Una canción original inspirada en ‘He Lies in the American
Land’, un poema del inmigrante Andrew Kovaly y musicado por Pete Seeger.
¿Qué es esta tierra de América, a la que tantos viajan?
Me voy ahora mientras sea joven
Cariño, allí nos encontraremos
Deséame suerte, querida, enviaré a por ti cuando pueda
Y construiremos nuestro hogar en la Tierra Americana
Por allí todas las mujeres visten
De seda y satén hasta las rodillas
Y, queridos niños, he oído
Que los dulces crecen en los árboles
Y el oro fluye desde los ríos
Directo hasta tus manos
Si construyes tu hogar en la Tierra Americana
Hay diamantes en las aceras
Y riachuelos que cantan
Querida, he oído que la cerveza fluye
De los grifos la noche entera
Hay un tesoro esperando
Para el hombre que trabaje duro
Para que construya su hogar en la Tierra Americana
Atraqué en Ellis Island, en una ciudad de luz y agujas
Deambulé hasta el valle de acero al rojo vivo y fuego
Fabricamos el acero que construyó las ciudades
Con el sudor de nuestras manos
Y cimenté mi hogar en la Tierra Americana
Hay diamantes en las aceras
Y riachuelos que cantan
Querida, he oído que la cerveza fluye
De los grifos la noche entera
Hay un tesoro esperando
Para el hombre que trabaje duro
Para que construya su hogar en la Tierra Americana
Los McNicholas, los Posalskis, los Smiths, los Zerillis
Los Negros, los Irlandeses, Italianos, Alemanes y Judíos
Llegaron atravesando el mar
Hasta mil millas de su hogar
Con nada en sus estómagos pero ardiendo en su interior
Murieron construyendo los ferrocarriles
Hasta quedar en piel y huesos
Murieron en los campos y fábricas
Sus nombres se dispersaron en el viento
Murieron para llegar hasta aquí cien años atrás
Y aún hoy están muriendo
Las manos que levantaron el país
Que siempre intentamos rechazar
Hay diamantes en las aceras
Y riachuelos que cantan
Querida, he oído que la cerveza fluye
Desde los grifos la noche entera
Hay un tesoro esperando
Para el hombre que trabaje duro
Para que construya su hogar en la Tierra Americana
Para que construya su hogar en la Tierra Americana
(…) Para todos los viajeros del mundo
2006
2009
Versión Wrecking Ball
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