E ricordare Bobby no?

Alle 20.43 del 5 maggio nessuno si è ancora ricordato che è l'anniversario della morte di Bobby Sands? In compenso però si parla di giro d'Italia...

THE RHYTHM OF TIME

There’s an inner thing in every man,
Do you know this thing my friend?
It has withstood the blows of a million years,
And will do so to the end.

It was born when time did not exist,
And it grew up out of life,
It cut down evil’s strangling vines,
Like a slashing searing knife.

It lit fires when fires were not,
And burnt the mind of man,
Tempering leadened hearts to steel,
From the time that time began.

It wept by the waters of Babylon,
And when all men were a loss,
It screeched in writhing agony,
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.

It died in Rome by lion and sword,
And in defiant cruel array,
When the deathly word was ‘Spartacus’,
Along the Appian Way.

It marched with Wat the Tyler’s poor,
And frightened lord and king,
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare,
As e’er a living thing.

It smiled in holy innocence,
Before conquistadors of old,
So meek and tame and unaware,
Of the deathly power of gold.

It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets,
And stormed the old Bastille,
And marched upon the serpent’s head,
And crushed it ‘neath its heel.

It died in blood on Buffalo Plains,
And starved by moons of rain,
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee,
But it will come to rise again.

It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes,
As it was knelt upon the ground,
And it died in great defiance,
As they coldly shot it down.

It is found in every light of hope,
It knows no bounds nor space,
It has risen in red and black and white,
It is there in every race.

It lies in the hearts of heroes dead,
It screams in tyrants’ eyes,
It has reached the peak of mountains high,
It comes seating ‘cross the skies.

It lights the dark of this prison cell,
It thunders forth its might,
It is ‘the undauntable thought’, my friend,
That thought that says ‘I’m right!’

— Marcella, H-Block, Long Kesh Prison Camp.

SUNDAY BLOODY SUNDAY


Yeah…
I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long…
'cause tonight… we can be as one… tonight…
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

How long…How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long…
'cause tonight… we can be as one tonight… (Chorus)
Tonight… (Sunday Bloody Sunday)
Tonight… tonight… tonight… (Sunday Bloody Sunday)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
Oh, wipe your tears away
(Sunday Bloody Sunday)
Oh, wipe your blood shot eyes
(Sunday Bloody Sunday)
(Chorus)
Sunday Bloody Sunday (Sunday Bloody Sunday)
Sunday Bloody Sunday (Sunday Bloody Sunday)

And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry (Sunday Bloody Sunday)
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die (Sunday Bloody Sunday)
The real battle just begun (Sunday Bloody Sunday)
To claim the victory Jesus won (Sunday Bloody Sunday)

On...
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sunday Bloody Sunday

touché gambrinus...

john lennon
sunday bloody sunday

Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the Free Derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!


Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!


You claim to be majority
Well you know that it's a lie
You're really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When Stormont bans our marches
They've got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It's those mothers' turn to burn!


Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!


Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!


You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the North
You wave your bloody Union Jack
And you know what it's worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep Ireland for the Irish
Put the English back to sea!


Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!


Well, it's always bloody Sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep Falls Road free forever
From the bloody English hands
Repatriate to Britain
All of you who call it home
Leave Ireland to the Irish
Not for London or for Rome!


Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!


Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!


Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!


Sunday bloody Sunday
Bloody Sunday's the day!

and again...

Back Home In Derry
Bobby Sands

In 1803 we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry
For Australia bound if we didn't all drown
And the marks of our fetters we carried.

In the rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains
As our good wives we left in sorrow.
As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
On the English and thoughts of tomorrow.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell.
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelights.
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight.

Five weeks out to sea we were now forty-three
Our comrades we buried each morning.
In our own slime we were lost in a time.
Endless night without dawning.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Van Dieman's land is a hell for a man
To live out his life in slavery.
When the climate is raw and the gun makes the law.
Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery.

Twenty years have gone by and I've ended me bond
And comrades' ghosts are behind me.
A rebel I came and I'll die the same.
On the cold winds of night you will find me

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Tiocfaidh là éigin nuar a bheidh an fonn saoirse seo le taispeàint ag daoine go léir na h'Eireann 's ansin tchìfidh muid éirì na gealaì

Bobby Sands

[Modificato da scottishflag 06/05/2005 9.42]

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Scritto da: Gambrinus 05/05/2005 20.46
Alle 20.43 del 5 maggio nessuno si è ancora ricordato che è l'anniversario della morte di Bobby Sands? In compenso però si parla di giro d'Italia...

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Mi sembra che Bobby Sands sia nel cuore di molti quaddentro e ciò é testimoniato dai molteplici riferimenti presenti nel forum
Penso che quello che ha lasciato al mondo intero una Persona come Bobby Sands sia presente in molti di noi tutti i giorni ...
Fa bene come dice Gambrinus ricordare ancora una volta Bobby (e gli altri hunger strikers) nel giorno della sua scomparsa.







scusate ma adesso vado a riempire la borraccia ....

The Time Has Come

The time has come to part my love
And I must go away
I leave you now my darling girl
No longer can I stay

My heart like yours is breaking
Together we'll prove strong
The road I take will show the world
The suffering that goes on

The gentle claps that holds my hand
Must loosen and let go
Please help me through the door
Though instinct tells you no

Our vow it is eternal
And will bring you dreadful pain
But if our demands aren't recognised
Don't call me back again

How their sorrow touched us all
In those final days
When it was time she held the door
And touched his sallow face

The flame he lit by leaving
Is still burning strong
By the light it's plain to see
The suffering still goes on

The time has come to part my love
I must go away
I leave you now my darling girl
No longer can I stay


Bobby Sands, IRA
Francis Hughes, IRA
Patsy O'Hara, INLA
Raymond McCreesh, IRA
Joe McDonnell, IRA
Kieran Doherty, IRA
Kevin Lynch, INLA
Martin Hurson, IRA
Tom McElwee, IRA
Micky Devine, INLA

Assolutamente, Bobby Sands é nel cuore di tutti noi e le tante parole che potrei proferire a proposito rischierebbero di scadere nella retorica. Se me lo si chiede, porto l'insegnamento e la figura di quest'uomo nel più profondo del mio cuore. Nessun'uomo mai potrà sottrarmi tutto questo.

A Roìbeard, mo chara

"There can never be peace in Ireland until the foreign, oppressive British presence is removed, leaving all the Irish people as a unit to control their own affairs and determine their own destinies as a sovereign people, free in mind and body, separate and distinct physically, culturally and economically." - Vol. Bobby Sands

[Modificato da scottishflag 06/05/2005 14.32]

Porto nel cuore Bobby un padre ispiratore.





Grazie