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letra de irelantis - nina hynes

my home is the tune at my fingers, the song in my heart
my home is the pillow i rest on, the air my children breathe
i come from ireland
i come from ireland

ireland is the pagan
who became a saint
who became a prisoner
who became a slave
ireland is me, pregnant
and living in the land of the fallen wall
cause the walls in my own home grew too high to climb
ireland needs to wake up, to forgive
and to be her own phoenix rising
(this is the time to live)
ireland needs to wake up, to forgive
and to be her own phoenix rising

ireland is the junkie asleep at the queen’s gate
drooling over her own poetry
the drunk in new york reciting the history
of gombeens and could-have-beens
ireland is the h-m-s-xual no more imprisoned
but truly carrying the torch of the greats
she claimed as her own
ireland is leading the way
ireland is not broken
ireland needs to realize that the fight is over
and she holds the key to her own doorway

ireland needs to wake up
and to be her own phoenix rising

ireland is the loving mother
giving birth to child after child
feeding them on a diet of fluoride
and horse meat pumped with antibiotics
ireland is the b-tter mountain
melting on hungry heads
and ghost estates keeping the homeless
locked outside the garden gates
ireland needs to wake up
and to be her own phoenix rising
ireland needs to wake up
ireland needs to wake up

ireland is a myth
created because the truth was too hard to swallow
ireland is the priest
who sold the convent’s babies
because he couldn’t admit he loved a man for fear
of being put behind bars
ireland is the shaman
who sold his soul to the bishop
drugged at the cross and buried
in a tomb of unheard prayers

ireland is your mother calling your name as she leaves the earth
leaving books of history for you to cry over at your son’s birth
ireland is the artists leaving because they can’t find a way to live
ireland is your children leaving because they can’t afford the rent

ireland needs to wake up
ireland needs to wake up
ireland needs to wake up
and to be her own phoenix rising
(and to be her own phoenix rising)
(and to be her own phoenix rising)

ireland is your man working 24/7
and neither of you able to keep the family
because they can’t afford the rent
ireland is the abused child abusing her own child
the girl taking her life by swallowing coins
ireland needs to wake the f-ck up
ireland is the drunk lying in his own vomit
dancing in his mind to a trail of unheard poetry

ireland needs to wake the f-ck up
and see that every lie she commits to
is laying the foundations for her grandson’s grave
ireland needs to stop selling her treasure for fools’ gold
to surrender to her own power
and stop pointing her finger in every direction but within
ireland needs to wake the f-ck up

this is the time
this is the time
this is the time to make amends
this is the time
this is the time
this is the time to make amends
this is the time
this is the time
this is the time to make amends

- nina hynes

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