The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square
Judy Kaye"The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square" is a song by Judy Kaye, released in 1998 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:53 long and contains 61 lines and 368 words.
0:02I have just returned from Lawrence Massachusetts
0:05Where eight weeks ago the workers there went on strike
0:09They are starving their children are dying but they are holding firm
0:14And we must support them
0:18It was winter in New York
0:20As the snow began to fall
0:22And the workmen's hall that not a seat to spare
0:26When a young man docked inside
0:29Just to warm himself was all
0:31The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square
0:37What is happening in Lawrence is happening everywhere
0:40Let us at last to make this the land
0:43Of opportunity for all people not just the owners
0:46The land of opportunity
0:48For tateh and his little girl
0:49We cannot rest
0:52She was speaking loud and fast
0:55Through a haze of noise and heat
0:57And the smell of sweat and anger in the air
1:01The police were standing by
1:03But the crowd was on it's feet
1:06The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square
1:12You he thought he heard her say
1:14What brings you here today
1:16Poor young rich boy
1:19Masturbates for a Vaudeville tart
1:21What a waste of a fiery heart
1:23Dear he thought she said
1:25Poor young bourgeois
1:28There are things that you've never thought
1:30Come to Emma and you'll be taught
1:32Here
1:33His head was spinning
1:34People feathered and tarred my friend
1:36Unions broken and why for
1:38Children laboring women still enslaved
1:43Leave you little backyard my friend
1:45There are causes to die for
1:47Strike in the gutters of the city
1:49I have tried to find some meaning
1:51Strike in the arms of fallen women
1:54In the thought of suicide
1:55Strike
1:56Like a firework unexploded
1:58Wanting life but never knowing how
2:00My brother life has meaning
2:02I'll show you how
2:04Till now
2:05My brother you are with us now
2:08He was calling out her name
2:10Shouting what he did not know
2:12And he found that he was standing on a chair
2:16With a heart as clean and new
2:19As the freshly fallen snow
2:21The night that Goldman spoke
2:25I've been waiting for you
2:27At Union Square
2:35Strike strike strike strike strike strike strike strike strike strike strike
2:43Strike strike strike
2:50I hate you godd**ned America
2:53Tateh tateh tateh tateh tateh tateh
I have just returned from Lawrence Massachusetts Where eight weeks ago the workers there went on strike They are starving their children are dying but they are holding firm And we must support them It was winter in New York As the snow began to fall And the workmen's hall that not a seat to spare When a young man docked inside Just to warm himself was all The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square What is happening in Lawrence is happening everywhere Let us at last to make this the land Of opportunity for all people not just the owners The land of opportunity For tateh and his little girl We cannot rest She was speaking loud and fast Through a haze of noise and heat And the smell of sweat and anger in the air The police were standing by But the crowd was on it's feet The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square You he thought he heard her say What brings you here today Poor young rich boy Masturbates for a Vaudeville tart What a waste of a fiery heart Dear he thought she said Poor young bourgeois There are things that you've never thought Come to Emma and you'll be taught Here His head was spinning People feathered and tarred my friend Unions broken and why for Children laboring women still enslaved Leave you little backyard my friend There are causes to die for Strike in the gutters of the city I have tried to find some meaning Strike in the arms of fallen women In the thought of suicide Strike Like a firework unexploded Wanting life but never knowing how My brother life has meaning I'll show you how Till now My brother you are with us now He was calling out her name Shouting what he did not know And he found that he was standing on a chair With a heart as clean and new As the freshly fallen snow The night that Goldman spoke I've been waiting for you At Union Square Strike strike strike strike strike strike strike strike strike strike strike Strike strike strike I hate you godd**ned America Tateh tateh tateh tateh tateh tateh
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