Paul Starling Column: BLUES BUSTER RHODRI.
LAST week I asked readers to try to identify a song Rhodri Morgan sang at Welsh Labour's Christmas bash a couple of weeks ago.
He shuffled up to the microphone like a man carrying the weight of Wales on his shoulders.
He spread his feet wide apart, hunched those shoulders in a way which evoked a year of back-breaking work in the field, and then launched in to a booming, rendition of what turns out to be a Ray Charles song.
There are dangers in reading too much into the lyrics our First Minister chose as his end of year message to his troops gathered in a wine-bar in Cardiff Bay.
These are the words. You make up your own mind.
My bills are all due, the baby needs shoes, and I'm busted
Cotton is down to a quarter-a-pound, but I'm busted
I got a cow that went dry and a hen that won't lay
A big stack of bills that gets bigger each day
The county's gonna haul my belongings away, cos I'm busted.
I went to my brother to ask for a loan cos I was busted
I hate to beg, like a dog without bone, but I'm busted
My brother said "there ain't a thing I can do,
My wife and my kids are all down with the flu,
And I was just thinking of calling on you, cos I'm busted".
Well, I am no thief, but a man can go wrong, when he's busted
The food that we canned last summer is gone, and I'm busted
The fields are all bare and the cotton won't grow,
Me and my family got to pack up and go
But I'll make a living, just where I don't know, cause I'm busted.
I'm broke. No bread. I mean like nothing
Does Rhodri need this Christmas holiday or what?
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|Publication:||The Mirror (London, England)|
|Date:||Dec 27, 2002|
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