Flogging Molly nacieron en una de las muchas tabernas de los nietos de los emigrantes irlandeses de principios del siglo pasado que huyeron de la Gran Hambruna que mató a un millón de personas e hizo emigrar a otro millón y medio. Muy influenciados por la música de sus antepasados, comenzaron a tocar en la taberna de Molly Malones, en Los Angeles, dotando al folk irlandés de bandas como The Dubliners de otro tipo de música, más parecido a The Pogues.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Capo on the second fret. :D (My first chord thingy, feel free to post suggestions or questions or email me at [email protected] :)
CFC I spent twenty-seven years in this factory CFC And the boss man says, 'hey you're not what we need' CFC The penguins in the suits they know nothing but greed FG It's a solitary life when you've mouths to feed GC But who cares about us?
CFC Now I'm back on the streets With my hands held shut CFC I'm a workingman without any work CFC Well is this the way it's meant to be CFC Because I signed off for the American Dream CFC Now, I write my name to the welfare scheme FG The money in the bank, well it's history
CFC So take me down to where the worlds collide FCFC And leave me here 'til I'm satisfied FG So let the Revolution begin
Now I drag these bones 'Cross the barren land Where once a city, now an outstretched hand We can't lose our sense of dignity While the fat-faced cats lap up the cream Another disappearing act falls up their sleeves While the shirts on our back seek refugee
So take me down to where the worlds collide And leave me here 'til I'm satisfied 'Cause there'll come a day When all of us will show, we won't be afraid Although we're crashing, we won't burn Let the Revolution, the revolution begin
I spent twenty-seven years in this factory And the boss man says, 'hey you're not what we need' The penguins in the suits they know nothing but greed It's a solitary life when you've mouths to feed
So take me down to where the worlds collide And leave me here 'til I'm satisfied Do take me down to where the worlds divide And leave me here I won't compromise 'Cause there'll come a day When all of us will show, we won't be afraid 'Cause from these ashes we will grow So let the Revolution, the Revolution, the Revolution begin... begin...begin...begin...begin...begin