Inspired by a book i'm reading called Beauty & Grace about poor irish immigrants (mostly women) who were locked in asylums after the stock crash in the 20s - many who were perfectly sound, just because they had nowhere else to put them. Really should have been written on an acoustic guitar, but not how it happendd this week.
lyrics
Packed like cattle, slept down in the hull
Thirst was overwhelming, belly never full
Hope kept me alive, faith helped me survive
Soon we will arrive and I’ll be free
Falling, falling down
Save my soul
No where to go
Came to make a name for myself
Scrapped and saved, dreamed and caved
Nobody else
Finally, my time had come, dreaming of this day
Then the crash, they lost the cash and I got put away
Walls are closing in on me
Days are long and slow
Fell into this Great Depression
Locked me down below
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