The Song of the Dignity of Labour Under Capital
Art Bears Lyrics


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As I stood at my
Bench
And the job hurried
By-
While my hands did
Their work
A tear fell from my
Eye,
And another, and soon
Though I couldn't say
Why,
I felt such a sorrow
I wanted to
Die

My hands went on
Working
The work hurried by,
My life like a
Desert,
I empty inside,
And I shook at my bench,
And I cried and I cried
And my hands went on
Working




And the work
Hurried by

Overall Meaning

The Song of the Dignity of Labour Under Capital by Art Bears is a poignant commentary on the dehumanizing effects of capitalism on the working class. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song as the singer, while doing their job, experiences a moment of emotional turmoil as represented by tears falling from their eyes. They are unable to explain why they are feeling this way, but their sorrow is palpable enough that they feel like they could die.


The second and third verses further describe the psychological toll that working under capitalism has taken on the singer. They feel like their life is a desert, empty and devoid of any meaningful experience. They are consumed by their emotions and cry uncontrollably, yet their hands continue to work and the job hurries by. This is a powerful metaphor for the idea that under capitalism, workers are seen as little more than machines, valued only for the labor they can perform.


Line by Line Meaning

As I stood at my Bench
While doing my work at my bench


And the job hurried By-
And the work kept moving quickly


While my hands did Their work
While I worked with my hands


A tear fell from my Eye,
I cried a tear


And another, and soon Though I couldn't say Why,
I cried more tears, without knowing why


I felt such a sorrow I wanted to Die
I felt such sadness that I wanted to die


My hands went on Working
Despite my feelings, I continued to work


The work hurried by,
The work continued at a quick pace


My life like a Desert,
I felt empty and lonely in my life


I empty inside,
I felt emotionally drained


And I shook at my bench,
I trembled while working


And I cried and I cried
I kept crying


And my hands went on Working
And despite my tears, I continued to work


And the work Hurried by
And the work continued to move quickly




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Thank you for the dignity of Art Bears .

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