The song was originally written in 1964 by Ron Angel about Imperial Chemical Industries, one of the biggest chemical companies in Britian. Both he and his father worked for the company. While Ron was laid off after 10 years, his father died at 62 from silicosis after being brought home seriously ill from work in the ICI's anhydrite mine in Billingham, UK. The song laments in how one of the only available good paying jobs outside of London forced you to wreck your health to make a living.
1964 is when the Duesenbury machine I run was built. It still needs caustic chems to opperate. I use a resperator but this song hits closer to home than I'd like.
This takes me back to my time working at a chemical plant that made fluorine products. Lots of anhydrous hydrogen fluoride and HF acid around. Good times...
I don't work in a chemical refinery but I work in a washroom for a whole foods manufacturing facility. The caustic chemicals that are used to clean industrial machinery are pretty harsh to work with. But luckily my managers value my safety and let's me have a fan as I work in a sauna like environment all day.
Everytime I hear this song I'm reminded of the sugar factory in scottsbluff, nebraska. Makes the surrounding square mile smell like shit because they use sugar beets, it has exploded twice since 1996, and I've heard from a former worker that working there is sometimes a knife's edge from getting crushed or falling into a vat of molten sugar.
I recall a story about an old factory filled with women workers that exploded in the 1800s. It's theorized that their dresses, which touched the floors at the time, created static and caused a spark that blew the factory.
I love how even though the song was written specifically with chemical workers in mind, it applies to basically anyone who simply works until they die. I love the song, not the situation! Haha
The big employer here is a tire plant, the things my friends have told me always reminded me of this song, and when I share it they go, "man this is *too* real"
As a kitchen worker myself, it's more apt than most would think. People don't realize just how harsh the work can be until they're neck deep in porcelain, steel, and chemicals. I sure as shit made that mistake.
@@robertthewles9302 I've never worked in that kind of industry, but my hometown is, like, 90% refineries. I assumed this song WAS talking about a modern place until I found out it was from the 60s.
@@UndeadGhostGirl oh yea it's crazy. I'm like all white and I can show you pictures of me thatd make you question it. Would leave black as the night sky and that's just the visible chemicals on you.
And it's go boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go Well, a Process Man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair And it's go boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go Well, I've worked among the spinners, and I breathe the oily smoke I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn Been workin' rough, I've seen enough to make your stomach turn And it's go boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore The young men like their money and they all come back for more But soon you're knockin' on and you look older than you should For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood And it's go boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go Well, a Process Man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair And it's go boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death And it's go boys, go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go
If you notice as he sings his voice gets softer like what he is doing is slowly killing him and his voice is getting weaker and weaker until he just has no energy left and as the song ends it is like he has died or is so close to death that he has no strength to even speak left
The song was originally made in the early 1960s so unfortunately there’s not much information about what actually happened in those shops. All that’s really known is there was deadly and cancerous chemicals and in some places it’s been said that they worked with nuclear waste and there were many deaths due to it and people dying while at work
yes there were many deaths caused directly by working with so many dangerous chemicals, Ron Angel’s (the original writer of this song) own father died of silicosis from breathing in silica working in the factory, there were also thousands that died of sepsis as a result of caustic burns, had their airways eroded by chemicals, or died of cancer as a result of being exposed to carcinogens. There’s an interesting paper released by Strathclyde uni (titled “Occupational Health and Safety in the British Chemical Industry, 1914-1974”) that goes into the details of how these men were exploited and how their potential for work was more important than their long term - and short term - health, when they say the line “for every bob made on the job was paid with flesh and blood” it really truly was, working in these factories had a huge detriment to the workers health but they needed the money so they kept going
i worked at a chemical packaging plant for about 8 or 9 months. we packaged and made fertilizer for scotts though the company itself wasn't owned by them. i'm surprised there weren't any deaths there as safety was an afterthought (well unless OHSA was making an inspection then they made us bust our buts to get things up to code). i noticed that after a while i started to have a bot of breathing problems, didn't help that i was a smoker (i would literally be blowing my nose and getting black or green crud depending on what line i was working and they didn't provide any kind of facial covering took about a week after i was laid off before it stopped). most of my breathing trouble cleared up after i got laid off. they also hired through temp agencies so no possibility of a raise or promotion. hell the store two chemicals that when mixed make a high explosive not only in the same building but ON TOP of each other in 1 ton bags. its not just in the past its today as well. companies especially big ones don't care one bit about their employees and would go right back to those old days in an instant if they could. most get away with it by paying off inspectors or greasing the hands of dirty politicians
I spent a summer working in a tool and die shop, which is pretty tame by comparison. The company was also pretty big on safety and everything too. I cleaned the parts after the final polish. At the end of the day, you still blew black diamond dust out of your nose. If that place was bad, I can't imagine what an early 60s chemical plant was like.
A chemical Refinary. Specifically this song is about Imperial Chemical Industries, one of the biggest chemical companies in Britian at the time. Both the writer (Ron Angel) and his father worked for the company but Ron was "lucky" emough to be laid off after 10 years but his father worked there almost his whole life and died at 62 from silicosis, 20-30 years eariler than he should have, were he to die of natural causes; "every day you are in this place you are 2 days nearer death". The song is about how before more rigorous safety standards were introduced, one of the only ways to make a decent living, especially without a collage degree or outside of London, came with a big cost; your health. "for every bob made on the job you pay with flesh and blood". So yes, there were deaths.
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The song was originally written in 1964 by Ron Angel about Imperial Chemical Industries, one of the biggest chemical companies in Britian. Both he and his father worked for the company. While Ron was laid off after 10 years, his father died at 62 from silicosis after being brought home seriously ill from work in the ICI's anhydrite mine in Billingham, UK. The song laments in how one of the only available good paying jobs outside of London forced you to wreck your health to make a living.
The plight of the poor, worked to death to make a living for our kids, and when we get ahead they export the jobs.
1964 is when the Duesenbury machine I run was built. It still needs caustic chems to opperate. I use a resperator but this song hits closer to home than I'd like.
This takes me back to my time working at a chemical plant that made fluorine products. Lots of anhydrous hydrogen fluoride and HF acid around. Good times...
I don't work in a chemical refinery but I work in a washroom for a whole foods manufacturing facility. The caustic chemicals that are used to clean industrial machinery are pretty harsh to work with. But luckily my managers value my safety and let's me have a fan as I work in a sauna like environment all day.
Ask for an AC!
Everytime I hear this song I'm reminded of the sugar factory in scottsbluff, nebraska. Makes the surrounding square mile smell like shit because they use sugar beets, it has exploded twice since 1996, and I've heard from a former worker that working there is sometimes a knife's edge from getting crushed or falling into a vat of molten sugar.
I recall a story about an old factory filled with women workers that exploded in the 1800s. It's theorized that their dresses, which touched the floors at the time, created static and caused a spark that blew the factory.
I love how even though the song was written specifically with chemical workers in mind, it applies to basically anyone who simply works until they die.
I love the song, not the situation! Haha
Thank you for the lyrics!
The big employer here is a tire plant, the things my friends have told me always reminded me of this song, and when I share it they go, "man this is *too* real"
5 secs in and i already got chills
Dang this song still works with Amazon
most of the songs like this do, unfortunately :( like the Workers Song too
@@fitzroy426 The Workers Song has applied for probably the past 1000 years despite how recently it was made. Really makes you think.
Very much thank you. Keep it up ☺️
I work in a kitchen but I love singing this so I looked it up because I forgot a few lines
You should sing it the next time you cut onions, assuming you cut onions that is 😆
As a kitchen worker myself, it's more apt than most would think. People don't realize just how harsh the work can be until they're neck deep in porcelain, steel, and chemicals. I sure as shit made that mistake.
It's liigeal how hard this song slaps
I can listen to music like this for hours. It's amazing
Thanks man!
Love the song I just wonder how they would of sung it in a factory this bad
Probably between coughs and very loudly over machinery
Well yeah the song is like a sea shanty they sung it while they worked and the song was made in 1964 so yeah
Youd be surprised how bad some places still are. This song described my last job working in a rubber factory to a fucking T
@@robertthewles9302 I've never worked in that kind of industry, but my hometown is, like, 90% refineries. I assumed this song WAS talking about a modern place until I found out it was from the 60s.
@@UndeadGhostGirl oh yea it's crazy. I'm like all white and I can show you pictures of me thatd make you question it. Would leave black as the night sky and that's just the visible chemicals on you.
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go
Well, a Process Man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go
Well, I've worked among the spinners, and I breathe the oily smoke
I've shovelled up the gypsum and it nigh on makes you choke
I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with a caustic burn
Been workin' rough, I've seen enough to make your stomach turn
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go
There's overtime and bonus opportunities galore
The young men like their money and they all come back for more
But soon you're knockin' on and you look older than you should
For every bob made on the job, you pay with flesh and blood
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go
Well, a Process Man am I and I'm tellin' you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
And it's go boys, go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place
You're two days nearer death
But you go
This makes me miss chemical work so much!!..and it reminds me of 2 places in particular lol
Now this is my favorite song
Amazon workers should start blasting this over the speakers.
this song is so relatable that I wanna make a cover of it nyuhh!!
Great song
Nice g
If you notice as he sings his voice gets softer like what he is doing is slowly killing him and his voice is getting weaker and weaker until he just has no energy left and as the song ends it is like he has died or is so close to death that he has no strength to even speak left
LYRICS!
Has there been deaths? What do they work at anyway?
The song was originally made in the early 1960s so unfortunately there’s not much information about what actually happened in those shops. All that’s really known is there was deadly and cancerous chemicals and in some places it’s been said that they worked with nuclear waste and there were many deaths due to it and people dying while at work
yes there were many deaths caused directly by working with so many dangerous chemicals, Ron Angel’s (the original writer of this song) own father died of silicosis from breathing in silica working in the factory, there were also thousands that died of sepsis as a result of caustic burns, had their airways eroded by chemicals, or died of cancer as a result of being exposed to carcinogens. There’s an interesting paper released by Strathclyde uni (titled “Occupational Health and Safety in the British Chemical Industry, 1914-1974”) that goes into the details of how these men were exploited and how their potential for work was more important than their long term - and short term - health, when they say the line “for every bob made on the job was paid with flesh and blood” it really truly was, working in these factories had a huge detriment to the workers health but they needed the money so they kept going
i worked at a chemical packaging plant for about 8 or 9 months. we packaged and made fertilizer for scotts though the company itself wasn't owned by them. i'm surprised there weren't any deaths there as safety was an afterthought (well unless OHSA was making an inspection then they made us bust our buts to get things up to code). i noticed that after a while i started to have a bot of breathing problems, didn't help that i was a smoker (i would literally be blowing my nose and getting black or green crud depending on what line i was working and they didn't provide any kind of facial covering took about a week after i was laid off before it stopped). most of my breathing trouble cleared up after i got laid off. they also hired through temp agencies so no possibility of a raise or promotion. hell the store two chemicals that when mixed make a high explosive not only in the same building but ON TOP of each other in 1 ton bags.
its not just in the past its today as well. companies especially big ones don't care one bit about their employees and would go right back to those old days in an instant if they could. most get away with it by paying off inspectors or greasing the hands of dirty politicians
I spent a summer working in a tool and die shop, which is pretty tame by comparison. The company was also pretty big on safety and everything too. I cleaned the parts after the final polish. At the end of the day, you still blew black diamond dust out of your nose. If that place was bad, I can't imagine what an early 60s chemical plant was like.
A chemical Refinary. Specifically this song is about Imperial Chemical Industries, one of the biggest chemical companies in Britian at the time. Both the writer (Ron Angel) and his father worked for the company but Ron was "lucky" emough to be laid off after 10 years but his father worked there almost his whole life and died at 62 from silicosis, 20-30 years eariler than he should have, were he to die of natural causes; "every day you are in this place you are 2 days nearer death". The song is about how before more rigorous safety standards were introduced, one of the only ways to make a decent living, especially without a collage degree or outside of London, came with a big cost; your health. "for every bob made on the job you pay with flesh and blood". So yes, there were deaths.
The miner in kawah ijen 😷
Average amazon shift
@3M respiratory protection
Laundry music lol