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Far Amerikay

Solas
Langue: anglais


Solas

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Shamrock City
Solas - Shamrock City

In 1910, Solas band leader Seamus Egan's great-great uncle Michael Conway left his home in Co. Mayo, Ireland and boarded a ship for America. He was headed to the copper mines and boxing rings of Butte, Montana, aka Shamrock City (named so for the influx of Irish immigrants). Six years later, at the age of 25 and in a cloud of mystery, Michael was dead at the hands of local police.

Shamrock City as seen through the eyes of Michael, tells the story of the thousands of young men and women who left behind their homes and families for "the Richest Hill on Earth". It reveals their spirit, tenacity and humor, but also the hardships they faced: discrimination, corruption within the mining companies, an unknown and unforgiving land, a system that valued the few over the many. One hundred years later, it's their story, but the struggles of the working class and immigrants are the same. Shamrock City is for those then and now that believe in a better life, and are willing to risk it all for a chance at something more.


Solas’ Niamh Varian-Barry sings song in the voice of a mother seeing her son off before he leaves Ireland for America, then relaying his communications once he arrives there
I asked what he was thinking but he hadn’t much to say
The revelry died down now we’d reached the break of day
God knows it’s not for glory, we just have to make some room
My heart will surely break for you sweet treasure of my womb

With four and twenty shillings we sent him on his way
Now my blood runs through the mountains of far amerikay

From a rocky mt. Mine camp came a message here tonight
Said the mountain gives him hope these days to break the reach of night
He says to tell the young ones that he seldom sees the moon
But the noise would wake the dead out there, he’ll send some money soon

There’s light down in those tunnels, it’s gonna be ok
My blood sweats through the mts of far amerikay

From a Rocky Mountain mine camp came a letter here today
Said the winds of change are blowing a little warmer every day
Said we fell in love with liberty, a girl we all once knew.
She comes from good people and she says she loves him too

That blood ran down those rivers, what a heavy price to pay
So far out from the ocean in Far Amerikay

How long love it be ended through? Far Americay

envoyé par DoNQuijote82 - 21/9/2013 - 17:33




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