Thank you! I am absolutly and positivly blown away... and was happily singing along. ...thank you, again. Please, take my 'Thumb's up' and know, that I will continue to sing it often. I hope my neighbors will have patienec with me😅
Proud BIlly Yank! We will follow Lincoln, Grant and Sherman! Also, fun fact, Marx wrote to Lincoln, but Lincoln rejected the man's violent ideals of revolution.
I asked ChatGPT to make me an 1840s version of a socialist song, This is what it came up with, and I kinda like it: **Title: “Song of the Common Man”** *Unknown Author, 1846* *Verse 1* We till the fields and work the land, With calloused hearts and weathered hands. From dawn to dusk we bear the yoke, Yet in our hearts the fire spoke. *Chorus* We rise, we fight, we hold our ground, Our voices clear, our spirits sound. No chain can bind, no whip can scar, The strength that beats within our hearts. *Verse 2* The rich man’s gold, the tyrant’s crown, Can’t break our will, won’t keep us down. We’ve built this world with sweat and toil, And now we claim our rightful soil. *Chorus* We rise, we fight, we hold our ground, Our voices clear, our spirits sound. No chain can bind, no whip can scar, The strength that beats within our hearts. *Bridge* For every child, for every wife, For those who gave their work and life, We’ll take our stand, we’ll see it through, For we are many, they are few. *Chorus* We rise, we fight, we hold our ground, Our voices clear, our spirits sound. No chain can bind, no whip can scar, The strength that beats within our hearts. *Outro* From factory floor to farmer’s plow, We’ll seize our fate, we’ll take it now. With unity and steadfast hand, We’ll build a just and honest land.
This one just feels so relevant now. Not the Mississippi part, but just the chunks of the country that lost their minds, have been consumed by hatred, and are out of control with trying to drag the country back to a fictional past.
I Made a Russian and Ukrainian version Russian ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-GDAZApZUjpo.htmlsi=q14v89q_7LWSKulE Ukrainian ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-dKJdNPc2rIo.htmlsi=tZkeraxxTpBUR5KG
My great grandfather, Wolf Isaakowich (im not going to disclose the family name since it's very easy to identify me from there) was an officer in the Polish combat engineers corps before the second world war and he was one of the few people with an actual combat training in the XIII interbrigade in the spanish civil war. At some point in the war he fled stalinist prosecution and joined the anarchist forces, after the end of the war he returned to Poland and hid in it's eastern part fleeing prosecution from now Polish government. After the demise of Poland he was tried by the NKVD as "anarcho-nationalist leader" but he didn't break under torture and was released year and a half later. His son, my grandfather served as a combat engineer in the soviet army, and now im serving in the Yahalom brigade, continuing the family tradition. Idk why i wrote all of this but i think this piece of our family's history fits this song
