Sinéad O'Connor - Famine
В music_action есть тэг "историческая память". Ей помечены постинги о песнях, в которых запечатана, поэтически свернута реальная история. В этих случаях поэт, музыкант выступает в одной из своих наиболее архетипических ипостасей - роли былинника, барда, аэда, хранителя коллективной памяти. Не удивительно, что чаще всего внимание авторов и негласный общественный запрос обращены к мемориализации травматической - конфликтной или трагической - части всемирной истории.
Прошло больше полутора веков с момента ирландской катастрофы - Большого голода 1845-1849 годов (по-английски этот период называют Famine, по-ирландски - An Gorta Mór). Неурожаи, холода, экономическая политика колониальных британских властей привели тогда к смерти от голода и эпидемий свыше 1,5 миллиона человек. Четверть ирландского населения эмигрировала в Канаду и США (не говоря о других странах). Чтобы представлять масштабы бедствия достаточно сослаться на данные статистики: в 1841 году на острове жило 8 млн 178 тысяч человек, в 1901-ом - насчитали всего 4 млн 459 тыс.
В национальном фольклоре осталось множество песен, рассказывающих о вымирающих деревнях и городках, об отчаянии слабеющих и беспомощных людей, о переполненных кораблях с беженцами, которых из-за высокой смертности «пассажиров третьего класса» называли «плавучими гробами». Шинед О'Коннор (Sinéad O'Connor), записывая песню "Famine", взывала не только к историческому самосознанию своего народа. Она говорила о врачевании коллективной исторической травмы:
Исцеление возможно
если есть память,
затем - траур.
И только потом можно простить.
Тогда, когда есть ЗНАНИЕ И ПОНИМАНИЕ.
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be FORGIVING
There has to be KNOWLEDGE and UNDERSTANDING
Sinéad O'Connor - Famine
OK, I want to talk about Ireland
Specifically I want to talk about the "famine"
About the fact that there never really was one
There was no "famine"
See Irish people were only ALLOWED to eat potatoes
All of the other food
Meat fish vegetables
Were shipped out of the country under armed guard
To England while the Irish people starved
And then on the middle of all this
They gave us money not to teach our children Irish
And so we lost our history
And this is what I think is still hurting me
See we're like a child that's been battered
Has to drive itself out of it's head because it's fightened
Still feels all the painful feelings
But they lose contact with the memory
And this leads to massive self-destruction
ALCOHOLISM DRUG ADICTION
All desperate attempts at running
And in it's worst form
Becomes actual killing
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding
An American army regulation
Says you mustn't kill more than 10% of a nation
'Cos to do so causes permanent "psychological damage"
It's not permanent but they didn't know that
Anyway during the supposed "famine"
We lost a lot more than 10% of a nation
Through deaths on land or on ships of emigration
But what finally broke us was not starvation
BUT IT'S USE IN THE CONTROLLING OF OUR EDUCATION
School go on about "Black 47"
On and on about "The terrible "famine""
But what they don't say is in truth
There really never was one
So let's take a look shall we
The highest statistics of child abuse in the EEC
And we say we're a Christian country
But we've lost contact with our history
See we used to worship God as a mother
We're sufferin from POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER
Look at all our old men in the pubs
Look at all our young people on drugs
We used to worship God as a mother
Now look at what we're doing to each other
We've even made killers of ourselves
The most child-like trusting people in the Universe
And this is what's wrong with us
Our history books THE PARENT FIGURES lied to us
I see the Irish
As a race like a child
That got itself basned in the face
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be FORGIVING
There has to be KNOWLEDGE and UNDERSTANDING
Прошло больше полутора веков с момента ирландской катастрофы - Большого голода 1845-1849 годов (по-английски этот период называют Famine, по-ирландски - An Gorta Mór). Неурожаи, холода, экономическая политика колониальных британских властей привели тогда к смерти от голода и эпидемий свыше 1,5 миллиона человек. Четверть ирландского населения эмигрировала в Канаду и США (не говоря о других странах). Чтобы представлять масштабы бедствия достаточно сослаться на данные статистики: в 1841 году на острове жило 8 млн 178 тысяч человек, в 1901-ом - насчитали всего 4 млн 459 тыс.
В национальном фольклоре осталось множество песен, рассказывающих о вымирающих деревнях и городках, об отчаянии слабеющих и беспомощных людей, о переполненных кораблях с беженцами, которых из-за высокой смертности «пассажиров третьего класса» называли «плавучими гробами». Шинед О'Коннор (Sinéad O'Connor), записывая песню "Famine", взывала не только к историческому самосознанию своего народа. Она говорила о врачевании коллективной исторической травмы:
Исцеление возможно
если есть память,
затем - траур.
И только потом можно простить.
Тогда, когда есть ЗНАНИЕ И ПОНИМАНИЕ.
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be FORGIVING
There has to be KNOWLEDGE and UNDERSTANDING
Sinéad O'Connor - Famine
Click to viewOK, I want to talk about Ireland
Specifically I want to talk about the "famine"
About the fact that there never really was one
There was no "famine"
See Irish people were only ALLOWED to eat potatoes
All of the other food
Meat fish vegetables
Were shipped out of the country under armed guard
To England while the Irish people starved
And then on the middle of all this
They gave us money not to teach our children Irish
And so we lost our history
And this is what I think is still hurting me
See we're like a child that's been battered
Has to drive itself out of it's head because it's fightened
Still feels all the painful feelings
But they lose contact with the memory
And this leads to massive self-destruction
ALCOHOLISM DRUG ADICTION
All desperate attempts at running
And in it's worst form
Becomes actual killing
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be forgiving
There has to be knowledge and understanding
An American army regulation
Says you mustn't kill more than 10% of a nation
'Cos to do so causes permanent "psychological damage"
It's not permanent but they didn't know that
Anyway during the supposed "famine"
We lost a lot more than 10% of a nation
Through deaths on land or on ships of emigration
But what finally broke us was not starvation
BUT IT'S USE IN THE CONTROLLING OF OUR EDUCATION
School go on about "Black 47"
On and on about "The terrible "famine""
But what they don't say is in truth
There really never was one
So let's take a look shall we
The highest statistics of child abuse in the EEC
And we say we're a Christian country
But we've lost contact with our history
See we used to worship God as a mother
We're sufferin from POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER
Look at all our old men in the pubs
Look at all our young people on drugs
We used to worship God as a mother
Now look at what we're doing to each other
We've even made killers of ourselves
The most child-like trusting people in the Universe
And this is what's wrong with us
Our history books THE PARENT FIGURES lied to us
I see the Irish
As a race like a child
That got itself basned in the face
And if there ever is gonna be healing
There has to be remembering
And then grieving
So that there then can be FORGIVING
There has to be KNOWLEDGE and UNDERSTANDING