Flogging Molly - Tobacco Island (Live) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Tobacco Island (Live) - Flogging Molly



Alright then
This is uh, this is a song which is, uh
A part of Irish history at its ugliest
Like many, many years ago when uh
A certain man called all over Cromwell
Shipped uh, shipped hundreds thousands of people from Ireland to Barbados
This is for those beautiful people
It's a thing we call
Tobacco Island
All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island (yeah)
1659 forgotten now for sure
They dragged us from our homeland with the musket and their gun
Cromwell and his roundheads battered all we knew
Shackled hopes of freedom, we're naught but stolen goods
Dark is the horizon
Blackened from the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong
All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island (woo)
Red leg, down a peg, blistered burns the soul
The floggings they're a plenty but reasons there are none
Our backs belong to landlords, where branded is there name
Paid for with ten shillings, cheap labor never breaks
The silver moon is shining
Cools the copper blood
The living meet the dead
And together dance as one
All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
Agony, will you cleanse this misery?
For it's never again I'll breathe
(People of Los Angeles, we need your helping hands)
From this sandy edge (come on) the rolling sea breaks my revenge
And with each whisper, a thousand waves, I hear roar (California, we're going home)
Dark is the horizon
Blackened by the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong
All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island
All to hell, we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Sugar cane grows taller than the god we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt Tobacco Island (yeah)
Woo
I suppose
There's nothing like a good song written about a bad bastard, isn't it?
Speaking of bad bastards, see, your man down here
Who has a t-shirt that says "Who the fuck is Mick Jagger?"
Bridget just bought me those more than a couple of weeks ago
I swear to God, it's the same fucking t-shirt
And what did the people in our village do?
Oh, they made one of me then
And what's more important, who the hell cares?
But somebody you should care a lot about, I certainly do
She's been playing fiddle for you
And uh, singing me on tune here and there
Do me a favor, Los Angeles, California
Put your beautiful hands together for my beautiful wife, Miss Bridget Regan



Writer(s): Bridget Regan, Matthew Hensley, Nathen Maxwell, David R King, Dennis Casey


Flogging Molly - Live at the Greek Theatre
Album Live at the Greek Theatre
date de sortie
02-03-2010




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