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Magdalene Laundries

The document discusses the Magdalene laundries, which were institutions run by the Catholic Church in Ireland where 'fallen women' were sent to atone for their sins through penance, solitary prayer and hard work. Unmarried mothers and women accused of various sexual transgressions were committed to the laundries for long periods of time. The document describes the harsh conditions and abuse that took place in the laundries through poems and lyrics.

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Magdalene Laundries

The document discusses the Magdalene laundries, which were institutions run by the Catholic Church in Ireland where 'fallen women' were sent to atone for their sins through penance, solitary prayer and hard work. Unmarried mothers and women accused of various sexual transgressions were committed to the laundries for long periods of time. The document describes the harsh conditions and abuse that took place in the laundries through poems and lyrics.

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Magdalene Laundries

Joni Mitchell
I was an unmarried girl
I'd just turned twenty-seven
When they sent me to the sisters
For the way men looked at me Afinação: BF#BEAE
Branded as a jezebel ‘Joni’ Tuning: B75557
I knew i was not bound for heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Acorde 1: 1010109XX
Into the magdalene laundries
Acorde 2: 777777
Most girls come here pregnant Acorde 3: 3332XX
Some by their own fathers
Bridget got that belly Acorde 4: 5554XX
By her parish priest
Acorde 5: 101010XXX
We're trying to get things white as snow
All of us woe-begotten-daughters
In the streaming stains
Of the magdalene laundries

Prostitutes and destitutes


And temptresses like me--
Fallen women--
Sentenced into dreamless drudgery ...
Why do they call this heartless place
Our lady of charity?
Oh charity!

These bloodless brides of jesus


If they had just once glimpsed their groom
Then they'd know, and they'd drop the stones
Concealed behind their rosaries
They wilt the grass they walk upon
They leech the light out of a room
They'd like to drive us down the drain
At the magdalene laundries

Peg o'connell died today


She was a cheeky girl A flirt
They just stuffed her in a hole!
Surely to god you'd think at least some bells should ring!
One day i'm going to die here too
And they'll plant me in the dirt
Like some lame bulb That never blooms come any spring Not any spring No, not any spring
Not any spring
Redemption song
Bob Marley

Old pirates, yes, they rob I; Sold I to the merchant ships, Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong

By the hand of the Almighty. We forward in this generation triumphantly.


Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs,
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;

None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time. How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh! Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfill the Book.

Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs, Redemption songs, Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;

None but ourselves can free our mind. Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time. How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfill the book. Won't you have to sing these songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:

Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.
Blowin' in the wind
Bob Dylan

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly

Before they're forever banned ?


The answer my friend is blowin' in the Wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, how many years can a mountain exist

Before it's washed to the sea?


Yes, how many years can some people exist

Before they're allowed to be free ?


Yes, how many times can a man turn his head

Pretending he just doesn't see ?


The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry ?


Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died ?


The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Balada de um Louco
Tom: E°
Intro: (C E° F°) C

E° F° C E° F° C
Dizem que sou louco por pensar assim
E° F° C E° F° Am
Se eu sou muito louco por eu ser feliz
Am/G F#m5-/7 F7M C F/G C
Mas louco e quem me diz e não é feliz, não é feliz
E° F° C E° F° C
Se eles são bonitos, sou Alain Delon
E° F° C E° F° Am
Se eles são famosos, sou napoleão
Am/G F#m5-/7 F7M C F/G C C7
Mais louco é quem me diz e não é feliz, não é feliz
F C F
Eu juro que é melhor, não ser o normal
C D G F C/E Dm7 C
Eu posso pensar que deus sou eu
E° F° C E° F° C
Se eles tem três carros eu posso voar
E° F° C E° F° Am
Se eles rezam muito eu já estou no ar
Am/G F#m5-/7 F7M C F/G C
Mas louco e quem me diz e não é feliz, não é feliz
Eu juro que é...
E° F° C E° F° C
Sim, sou muito louco, não vou me curar
E° F° C E° F° Am
Já não sou o único que encontrou a paz
Am/G F#m5-/7 F7M C F/G C
Mas louco é quem me diz e não é feliz, eu sou feliz

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