30 September 2012
There's a man in the factory, You know he sweats 12 hours a day, He's toiled and sweated for 20 years to the day, But he's got a light switched on, That takes the toiling away, She's called Emilia, yes Emilia.
One by one he beats them down, One by one they make no sound, He takes his packet at the end of the week, There's just one thing that keeps him sweet, She's called Emilia, yes Emilia.
He lives his life in a 2 by 2, Pots and pans and a dog called Sue, His neighbours are starving, like he starves too, Bit something keeps him moving, She's called Emilia, yes Emilia.
Today he had a party, Because someone he had met, Brought him bread and water, For this month and the next, He won't touch a drop, In his concrete hut, He'll rest at night again, He'll rest even deeper, For just one thing he knows, She's called Emilia, Yes Emilia, Yes Emilia.
Portraits Of Cuba #2 - Emilia • Opuss № I