Nurr Goth Isn’t Political #15 – Rasputina: My Little Shirtwaist Fire

I’ve liked Rasputina for close to a decade… I’d heard them some, and then saw them play in Pittsburgh and liked them more still. The song above is about The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire in NYC in 1911 when 146 garment workers were killed, since they were locked into the building during work hours and they couldn’t escape the flames.

lyrics after the cut

Rasputina: My Little Shirtwaist Fire

Once it started
The frail and fainthearted
Just withered to the floor
Oh, so sadly
We examined hands burned badly
By that which no man fears more.

The terrible flames of
All that remain of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire

My best friend
Was alone in the alcove,
Does anyone see her there?

Such a sweet face
Trapped in a staircase
By the smell of her own burning hair and the

Terrible flames of
All that remain of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire

Glow baby glow as the embers they died there,
Nobody knows what we saw inside there.
Twisting and burning, the girls’ fine young bodies

Yes, we’re burning can you help us please?
Yes, we’re begging, we’re on bended knees
Oh, My Little Shirtwaist Fire.

Girls work hard for
Small rewards or
Invatations to dine.

Or one kind word from
One who loves them but
What I have earned is mine-

The terrible flames of
All that remain of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire

One thought on “Nurr Goth Isn’t Political #15 – Rasputina: My Little Shirtwaist Fire”

  1. Did I ever tell you that I was on a television show with Rasputina once about 15 years ago? My old band had done an episode of some proto-reality show on Fox (before they became Faux). As part of the deal, we went on the Fox morning show (it was at the time very fluffy…).

    We played an acoustic version of our old late-70s high-school garage band tune (I’m in Love With Murray’s Neighbor), some family from Ohio ate breakfast, someone cooked waffles, and Rasputina played.

    I’m not sure they fit in; they were really cool.

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