Tesla - Freedom Slaves

Hace un par de meses terminé de ver la serie Raíces con el siempre indomable, soñador y cabeza dura de Kunta Kinte. Este hombre traído desde muy joven desde África para trabajar como un esclavo al sur de Estados Unidos es el ejemplo de como en la historia de la humanidad el mismo hombre ha roto los sueños y ha atormentado la apacible vida de sus semejantes por "necesidad", por sus "derechos" o ir a la "conquista" de nuevos horizontes.

Los siempre Hard Rockeros Tesla con el supremo disco Psychotic Supper (1992) se mandaron una buenisima canción llamada Freedom Slaves que  está entre mis favoritas de ellos. Este es un tema con toda la onda de principios de los noventa, pero el hecho que sea de Tesla le da otro enfoque más profesional y profundo.

Freedom Slaves no habla directamente de la libertad de los esclavos negros en America, sino que en general habla de nuestra propia fantasía de ser libres. Los blancos, los negros, los amarillos, los aborígenes, todos somos esclavos de algo desde que nacemos. Incluso, nuestro propio planeta es esclavo de todo el daño que le hacemos y del que nos hemos hecho a nosotros mismos desde que el hombre es hombre.

Letras / Lyrics

I pledge no allegiance to your flag.
I feel I got me some damn good reasons for feelin' bad.
Way they take away ev'ry mother's son,
If you want freedom now, it's got to be won.
It's only bullets. It's just a gun.
Ain't gon' hurt no one.

I don't know what they must be thinkin'.
Makin' decisions on a hard night's drinkin'.
Momma, gon' take your little boy.
Gonna make him 'to a man,
Make him a stranger in a strange land.

[Chorus:]
Freedom slaves
What have you done
Freedom slaves
With ev'ry mother's son?
Freedom slaves
Can't ya see that we're all freedom slaves?
Freedom slaves
What have you done?
Freedom slaves
And all for number one.
Freedom slaves
It's clear to see that we're all freedom slaves.

No sign of justice nor liberty
By takin' an Indian Nation, 'cause they was all that we wanted to be.
All good people from the Kingdom of the Sun.
Welcome to freedom. Now, there's work to be done.
It's only natural to know it's wrong.
Why did it go so long?

I don't know what next they'll be killin',
Rapin' the land with pollution and spillin'.
Here's to the tired, to the hungry, to the helpless and the poor.
Is there no glory for blisters and sores?

[Chorus]

Who are those people?
So patriotically sittin' back of tables
POn their asses, lickin' labels, tryin' to change me.
You'd think the way they act, the way they carry on,
You'd think that I was the devil's Seventh Son.
But it's only words. It's just a song.
Ain't gonna hurt no one.

[Chorus]

Freedom slaves.
Freedom slaves.
Freedom slaves.

Attention!
About Face!
March!
Left, right, left, right, left, right.
Your momma, she was a....(fade out)