Jonesey
Paul Johanis

Story

My first full time job was at the Beach Foundry in 1970. My father had worked there for 20 years at the time and he got me in. I lasted one year but he eventually worked there for 28 years, leaving just before the plant closed permanently. It was one of the last industrial employers in the old west end, which along with Sperry Gyroscope and Capital Wire in the two blocks north and west of the Parkdale market, provided employment for general and skilled labour for the local menfolk (the only woman ever to enter the production area of the plant was the nurse, and I don't know how she summoned the courage to do it.)  The building was torn down in the early 1980s and replaced by a condo and office complex, Holland Cross. Every time I walk through there, I feel the ghosts of the old Beach Foundry.  As befits its subject matter, this song is done in a heavy metal style. See my blog for a longer version of the back story for this song.

 

 

Lyrics

Working at the Beach Foundry

 

Working down at the Beach Foundry

With my brother my daddy and me

On the street after 28 years

Abandon all hope ye who enter here

 

Choking dust, burning fire

Metal shard gets in your eye

Blackened wood, blackened sand

Blackened hearts and blackened hands

 

Work all night, sleep all day

Get in line to pick up your pay

Acid steam, air so foul

Sears your skin and singes your brow

 

There he goes, the man of steel

To earn a dime for our next meal

On his bike, down the street

Back to work in the hellish heat

 

Working down at the Beach Foundry

With my brother my daddy and me

Out on the street after 28 years

Abandon all hope ye who enter here