OK, I want to talk about Ireland
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Specifically I want to talk about the "famine"
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About the fact that there never really was one
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There was no "famine"
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See Irish people were only allowed to eat potatoes
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All of the other food
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Meat fish vegetables
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Were shipped out of the country under armed guard
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To England while the Irish people starved
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And then on the middle of all this
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They gave us money not to teach our children Irish
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And so we lost our history
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And this is what I think is still hurting me
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See we're like a child that's been battered
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Has to drive itself out of it's head because it's frightened
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Still feels all the painful feelings
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But they lose contact with the memory
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And this leads to massive self-destruction
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alcoholism, drug adiction
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All desperate attempts at running
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And in it's worst form
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Becomes actual killing
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And if there ever is gonna be healing
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There has to be remembering
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And then grieving
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So that there then can be forgiving
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There has to be knowledge and understanding
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All the lonely people
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where do they all come from
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An American army regulation
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Says you mustn't kill more than 10% of a nation
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'Cos to do so causes permanent "psychological damage"
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It's not permanent but they didn't know that
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Anyway during the supposed "famine"
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We lost a lot more than 10% of our nation
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Through deaths on land or on ships of emigration
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But what finally broke us was not starvation
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but it's use in the controlling of our education
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School go on about "Black 47"
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On and on about "The terrible famine"
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But what they don't say is in truth
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There really never was one
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(Excuse me)
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All the lonely people
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(I'm sorry, excuse me)
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Where do they all come from
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(that I can tell you in one word)
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All the lonely people
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where do they all belong
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So let's take a look shall we
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The highest statistics of child abuse in the EEC
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And we say we're a Christian country
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But we've lost contact with our history
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See we used to worship God as a mother
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We're sufferin from post traumatic stress disorder
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Look at all our old men in the pubs
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Look at all our young people on drugs
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We used to worship God as a mother
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Now look at what we're doing to each other
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We've even made killers of ourselves
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The most child-like trusting people in the Universe
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And this is what's wrong with us
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Our history books the pareny figures lied to us
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I see the Irish
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As a race like a child
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That got itself basned in the face
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And if there ever is gonna be healing
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There has to be remembering
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And then grieving
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So that there then can be forgiving
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There has to be knowledge and understanding
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All the lonely people
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Where do they all come from
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All the lonely people
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Where do they all come from
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We stand on the brink of a great achievement
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In this Ireland there is no solution
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to be found to our disagreements
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by shooting eachother
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There is no real invader here
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We are all irish in all our
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different kinds of ways
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We must not, now or ever in the future,
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show anything to each other
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exept tollerance, forbearance
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and neighbourly love
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because of our tradition everyone here
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knows how he is and what God expects him to do.
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"Famine"
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| Sinead O'Connor |
