Rustige funk, bij uitstek muziek voor een zomeravond, maar het gaat over iets verontrustends. Een “meltdown” in de Enrico Fermi nucleaire krachtcentrale in Frenchtown Township bij Monroe, Michigan, 1966.
Karen SIlkwood was een vakbondsvrouw en klokkenluidster aangaande kernenergie, die onder verdacht omstandigheden om het leven is gekomen in 1974.
It stands out on a highway
like a Creature from another time.
It inspires the babies’ questions,
“What’s that?”
For their mothers as they ride.
But no one stopped to think about the babies
or how they would survive,
and we almost lost Detroit
this time.
How would we ever get over
losing our minds?
Just thirty miles from Detroit
stands a giant power station.
It ticks each night as the city sleeps
seconds from anniahlation.
But no one stopped to think about the people
or how they would survive,
and we almost lost Detroit
this time.
How would we ever get over
over losing our minds?
The sherrif of Monroe county had,
sure enough disasters on his mind,
and what would Karen Silkwood say
if she was still alive?
That when it comes to people’s safety
money wins out every time.
and we almost lost Detroit
this time, this time.
How would we ever get over
over losing our minds?
You see, we almost lost Detroit
that time.
Almost lost Detroit
that time.
And how would we ever get over…
Cause odds are,
we gonna lose somewhere, one time.
Odds are
we gonna lose somewhere sometime.
And how would we ever get over
losing our minds?
And how would we ever get over
losing our minds?
Didn’t they, didn’t they decide?
Almost lost Detroit
that time.
Damn near totally destroyed,
one time.
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
Didn’t all of the world know?
Say didn’t you know?
We almost lost detroit…
We almost lost Detroit, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, 1977
– Uitgelichte afbeelding: By The Romero Institute – Photo of a painted poster, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=32927937
