BLOODY SUNDAY, also known as the BOGSIDE MASSACRE (Bogside is a neighborhood outside the city walls of Derry) occurred on 30 January 1972. British soldiers (paratroopers) shot 26 unarmed North-Irish civilians during a protest march.
13 people died on the spot. Thirteen were killed outright, while the death of another
man four months later was attributed to his injuries. Many of the victims were shot while
fleeing from the soldiers, and some were shot while trying to help the wounded.
Other protesters were injured by shrapnel, rubber bullets, or batons, and two
were run down by British Army vehicles. All of those shot were Catholics. The march
had been organised by the Northern Ireland Civil Rights Association (NICRA) to protest against internment without trial.
Paul McCartney and his wife Linda wrote and recorded a protest
song titled GIVE IRELAND BACK TO THE IRISH within 24 hours of
the dramatic event. It was actually the debut single of his band Wings.
The song was banned on all British radios/TV.
Listen here.
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don’t make them have to take it away
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Make Ireland Irish today
Great Britain, you are tremendous And nobody knows like me But really, what are you doin’ In the land across the sea?
Tell me, how would you like it If on your way to work You were stopped by Irish soldiers? Would you lie down, do nothing Would you give in or go berserk?
Give Ireland back to the Irish Don’t make them have to take it away Give Ireland back to the Irish Make Ireland Irish today
Great Britain and all the people Say that all people must be free And meanwhile back in Ireland There’s a man who looks like me
And he dreams of god and country And he’s feeling really bad And he’s sitting in a prison Say, should he lie down, do nothing Should give in or go mad?
Give Ireland back to the Irish Don’t make them have to take it away Give Ireland back to the Irish Make Ireland Irish today
Holly came from Miami, F.L.A.
Hitch-hiked her way across the U.S.A.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she
She says, “Hey, babe
Take a walk on the wild side”
Said, “Hey, honey
Take a walk on the wild side”
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Don’t make them have to get it
Give Ireland back to the Irish
Still makes Ireland Irish today
Great Britain, you are enormous
And nobody knows that better than me.
But really, what are you doing there?
In that land over the sea?
Tell me how you think
When you on your way to work
Would you be stopped by Irish soldiers?
Would you lie down and do nothing?
Would you give in or go mad?
Golden Nose Slim Golden Nose Slim
I know’s where you’ve been
Purple Pie Pete Purple Pie Pete
Your lips are like lightning
Girls melt in the heat
Telegram Sam
You’re my main man
It’s been a long time since I rock and rolled
It’s been a long time since I did the stroll
Ooh let me get it back, let me get it back
Let me get it back, baby, where I come from
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
‘Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
We all came out to Montreux
On the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn’t have much time
Frank Zappa and the Mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water
A fire in the sky
Smoke on the water
I don’t want to drink my whisky like you do
I don’t need to spend my money but still do
Don’t stop now a c-‘mon
Another drop now c-‘mon
I wanna lot now so c-‘mon
That’s right, that’s right
I said Mama but we’re all crazy now
I said Mama but we’re all crazy now
Mmm yeah!
Women think I’m tasty, but they’re always tryin’ to waste me
Make me burn the candle right down
But, baby, baby, don’t need no jewels in my crown
In the mornin’ you go gunnin’ for the man who stole your water
And you fire ’til he is done in but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin’ as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn’t hangin’ and they put you on the street
You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin’ ’round and ’round
You go back, Jack, do it again
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