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Tobacco Island

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Flogging Molly Tobacco Island Warped Tour 2007 Boise
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dall'album "Within a Mile of Home" del 2004.

La canzone fa riferimento alle deportazioni di schiavi Irlandesi alle Barbados: tra il 1652 e il 1659, più di 100,000 irlandesi furoni deportati alle Barbados e in Virginia dalla maggioranza Protestante inglese, comandata allora da Oliver Cromwell. Più di 18.000 morirono.
È discusso il reale ruolo di Cromwell nelle deportazioni, tra l'altro nel 1659, data indicata nella canzone, Cromwell era già morto da un anno.
Off to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure
They dragged us from our homeland wit' their musket and their gun
Cromwell and his roundheads battered all we knew
Shackled hopes of freedom; we're now but stolen goods
Dark is the horizon, blackened from the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown is where I now belong

Off to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

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 thier name
Paid for with ten shillings cheap labor never breaks
The silver moon is shinin', cools the copper blood
Where the livin' meet the dead and together dance as one

Off to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island

Agony,
will you cleanse this misery?
For it's never again I'll breathe the air of home
From this sandy edge
The rolling sea breaks my revenge
With each whisper a thousand waves I hear roar
I'm coming home

Dark is the horizon
Blackened by the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong

Off to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller than the God we once believed in
The butcher and his crown raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes that haunt Tobacco Island (x2)
* Red leg: testualmente "gambe rosse" gli irlandesi, chiari di carnagione ustionati dal sole dei Caraibi diventavano rossi, da cui il nome.

Contributed by Eric Anderson - 2007/2/3 - 01:37



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