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EAT MY DUST

(Lyrics Ilaria Crociani, Music Niko Schäuble )

In memory of MARION BELL

EAT MY DUST to Marion Bell, Australia,1920s.

 

“Eat My Dust” celebrates the automotive career and influence of intrepid motorist Marion Bell. Not only was she the first woman to obtain a taxi license in Perth and to conduct the local ambulance service in Fremantle for the St. John Ambulance, but she achieved national notoriety for being the first woman to circumnavigate Australia driving her own six-cylinder Oldsmobile, accompanied only by her eleven year old daughter.

The song reflects on Marion Bell's journey as a symbol of self-affirmation as well as of women's advances towards gender equality. The inspiration for this song came from reading the various original newspaper stories of Marion Bell's journey and, particularly, noticing the often paternalistic and male chauvinist tone of those old articles. Even if praising her courage, few press articles were free from hinting at good luck or men's assistance as the real factors behind Bell's successful journey. Most journalist were keen to focus more on her looks and manners, or reporting on acrimony between Mr Bell and her rival Joshua Warner, than on describing the obstacles and difficulties she overcame during her travels.

The song, with music by Niko Schauble, is characterised by its rhythmic melody, evocative of the uneasiness of driving through impervious unsealed and dusty trails in the middle of the Australian desert. articles were free from hinting at good luck or men's assistance as the real factors behind Bell's successful journey. Most journalist were keen to focus more on her looks and manners, or reporting on acrimony between Mr Bell and her rival Joshua Warner, than on describing the obstacles and difficulties she overcame during her travel.

The song, with music by Niko Schauble, is characterised by its rhythmic melody, evocative of the uneasiness of driving through impervious unsealed and dusty trails in the middle of the Australian desert.

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(ITALIANO)

MANGIA LA MIA POLVERE – dedicata alla memoria di Marion Bell, Australia, 1920.

 

"Eat My Dust" celebra la carriera automobilistica e l'influenza dell'intrepida automobilista

Marion Bell che non solo fu la prima donna a ottenere una licenza di taxi a Perth e a condurre il servizio di ambulanza locale a Fremantle per la St. John Ambulance, ma raggiunse la notorietà nazionale per essere stata la prima donna a circumnavigare l'Australia guidando la propria Oldsmobile a sei cilindri, accompagnata solo dalla figlioletta undicenne.

La canzone riflette sul viaggio di Marion Bell come simbolo di autoaffermazione e allo stesso tempo dei progressi delle donne verso la parità di genere. L'ispirazione per questa canzone è venuta leggendo le storie originali del viaggio di Marion Bell sui giornali e, in particolare, notando il tono spesso paternalistico e maschilista di quei vecchi articoli. Anche se lodavano il suo coraggio, pochi articoli di stampa erano privi di allusioni alla fortuna o all'assistenza degli uomini come I veri fattori alla base del successo del viaggio di Bell. La maggior parte dei giornalisti si intratteneva nel descrivere più il suo aspetto fisico, la sua eleganza e sul suo modo di atteggiarsi, o preferiva riferire dell'acrimonia tra Marion Bell e il suo rivale maschile nella corsa intorno all'Australia, Joshua Warner, piuttosto che descrivere gli ostacoli e le difficoltà che Marion si fosse trovata a dover superare durante il suo viaggio.

La canzone, musicata da Niko Schauble, è caratterizzata da una melodia ritmica che evoca il disagio di guidare attraverso impervie piste non asfaltate e polverose nel bel mezzo del deserto australiano.

EAT MY DUST

Ilaria Crociani, Niko Schäuble.

Dedicated to Marion Bell

 

 

Mother always used to tell

“Believe none of what you hear and don't believe

more than half of what you can see.”

On this I dwell.

 

I can see you pretty well.

I can't make you see what you don't want to see.

I see you in my rear-view mirror.

Here’s my farewell.

 

Well, it’s clear you’ll never say

that It was me who opened up your way.

I don’t care. I feel no more sorrow.

 

Our game is a charade

but with me it's useless your facade!

I don’t care. I feel no more sorrow.

I see you in my rear-view mirror.

 

I can see you pretty well.

I can't make you see what you don't want to see.

I see you in my rear-view mirror...

 

Freedom is a must.

You can eat my dust.

 

Did you hear me?

You, can eat my dust!

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