From the recording Living in the Old West End

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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