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.
Branded as a jezebel,
I knew I was not bound for Heaven
I'd be cast in shame
Into the Magdalene laundries.
Most girls come here pregnant
Some by their own fathers.
Bridget got that belly
By her parish priest.
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,
Come any spring,
No, not any spring ...
Masters of War - Bob Dylan
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You make sober pronouncements
On our living room screens
While you kill with abandon
Other faces unseen
And you sell us a package
Paint it red white and blue
But I never could stomach
The things that you do
Motel Notell -Soul Asylum
Welcome to motell americana
You can be anything you wanna
All our massacres happened
Such a long time ago
Welcome to motell notell
Well this motel's built on murder
On slavery and scorn
I ain't never seen such a mixed-up place
Since the day that I was born
And this motel's not your motel
This motel's not mine
We are only here as visitors
We are here for a very short time
I got some nuclear reservation
I was out there on vacation
Things were greener than they should be
I'm not sure 'cause i'm from the city
Check in, check out to motell notell
May your stay be short and sweet
Now I'm smokin' america's favorites
And I got my tomahawk chop
I'll be drinkin' down my crazy horse
Till somebody cuts me off
And this land is not your land
This land is not mine
We are only here as visitors
We are here for a very short time
So check in, check out to motell notell
You gotta pay or you're out on the street
And there's no one there
There's no one there to care for ya
May your stay be short and sweet
I ache for the touch of your lips, Dear,
But much more for the touch of your whips, Dear.
You can raise welts like nobody else,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.
Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say it's me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.
At your command, before you here I stand,
My heart is in my hand. Ecch!
It's here that I must be.
My heart entreats,
Just hear those savage beats,
And go put on your cleats
And come and trample me.
Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany,
That's why I'm in such exquisite agony.
My soul is on fire,
It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire
When we tango.
You caught my nose
In your left castanet, Love,
I can feel the pain yet, Love,
Every time I hear drums.
And I envy the rose
That you held in your teeth, Love,
With the thorns underneath, Love,
Sticking into your gums.
Your eyes cast a spell that bewitches.
The last time I needed twenty stitches
To sew up the gash that you made with your lash,
As we danced to the Masochism Tango.
Bash in my brain,
And make me scream with pain,
Then kick me once again,
And say we'll never part.
I know too well I'm underneath your spell,
So, Darling, if you smell
Something burning, it's my heart.
Excuse me!
Take your cigarette from its holder,
And burn your initials in my shoulder.
Fracture my spine, and swear that you're mine,
As we dance to the Masochism Tango.
Miss Independent - Kelly Clarkson
Miss independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let a man interfere, no
Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne
So, by keeping her heart protected
She'd never ever feel rejected
Little miss apprehensive
Said ooh, she fell in love
What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door
Surprise...It's time
To feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need to be defensive
Goodbye, old you
When love is true
Misguided heart
Miss play it smart
Miss if you want to use that line you better not start, no
But she miscalculated
She didn't want to end up jaded
And this miss decided not to miss out on true love
So, by changing her misconceptions
She went in a new direction
And found inside she felt a connection
She fell in love.
What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door (open my door)
Surprise...It's time (yeah)
To feel what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need to be defensive
Goodbye (goodbye), old you (oh you)
When love, when love is true
When Miss Independence walked away
No time for love that came her way
She looked in the mirror and thought today
What happened to miss no longer afraid?
It took some time for her to see
How beautiful love could truly be
No more talk of why can't that be me
I'm so glad I finally feel...
What is the feelin' takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open my door
Surprise (surprise), it's time (yeah)
To feel (to feel) what's real
What happened to Miss Independent?
No more the need to be defensive
Goodbye (goodbye), old you
When love, when love is true...
The Movie in My Mind - from the musical "Miss Saigon"
They are not nice, they're mostly noise.
They swear like men, they screw like boys.
I know there's nothing in their hearts.
But every time I take one in my arms,
It starts, the movie in my mind,
The dream they leave behind,
A scene I can't erase,
And in a strong G.I.'s embrace,
Flee this life, flee this place.
The movie plays and plays.
The screen before me fills.
He takes me to New York.
He gives me dollar bills.
Our children laugh all day.
They eat too much ice cream.
And life is like a dream.
Dream, a dream I long to find
The movie in my mind.
I will not cry, I will not think.
I'll do my dance, I'll make them drink.
When I make love it won't be me.
And if they hurt me I'll just close my eyes and see,
(They are not nice, they're mostly noise)
The movie in my mind.
(They kill like men, they die like boys)
The dream that fills my head.
(They give their cash, they keep their hearts)
A man who will not kill,
(But every night again it starts)
Who'll fight for me instead.
He'll keep us safe all day.
So no one comes at night,
To blow the dream away.
Dream, the dream I have to find,
The movie in my mind.
And in a strong G.I.'s embrace,
Flee this land, flee this place.
A world that's far away,
Where life is not unkind,
The movie in my mind.