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"The beatings. The coldness. You never saw a smile."

Jimmy Stewart recounts experiences which are piercingly harrowing - but not uncommon.

He is one of thousands of survivors of institutions for children in Northern Ireland, where abuse of young residents was widespread.

When he was eight, Jimmy was taken into Nazareth Lodge in Belfast - a place he quietly describes as "a nightmare".

His mother had died of cancer, aged 32. His father was deaf and unable to speak.

"Though he tried to look after us, he couldn't," Jimmy says.

He remembers the nun who met him and his younger brother Patrick at the door called them "wee mongrels".

The boys didn't know what that meant at the time, but later learned it was a reference to his parents' mixed marriage - one was a Catholic, the other a Protestant.

Jimmy Stewart remembers getting "the mother and father of all beatings" after he ran at a nun when she was physically abusing his younger brother, Patrick.

The vivid nature of his memories are clear when he describes how a nun beat him "with her weapon of choice - a rung from a baby's cot, with piping and light blue paint on it".

Explaining how he became an alcoholic, Jimmy says: "If you ask anyone who's a heavy drinker, they'll tell you that you don't dream in a drunken sleep.

"You don't have nightmares. You don't have flashbacks. It numbs you. Keeps all that stuff away. Until the point it's going to kill you. Which it nearly did to me."

He describes spending "three years behind a locked door in my own house".

"I hadn't bathed or shaved. I think the last three months I spent in the same bathrobe."

He began to recover after he went into hospital.

But his older brother, Victor, "drank himself to death".

Jimmy becomes particularly emotional when he talks about how Victor was "so much changed" by what happened in Rubane House.

"We were always close. But those years took it out of us."

As an adult, Victor "couldn't discuss it - he probably didn't think there was any help for him".

Jimmy regrets deeply that Victor hasn't lived to hear the state apology.

Lyrics.

Hello little mongrel
Come on in
This is just the place
To cure you of your sin

We'll beat you black and blue
With whatever comes to hand
You'll learn to obey
All of our demands

I drink to hide the flashbacks
I drink to numb my mind
Therapy's no good for me
I'm afraid what I will find

You took me and my brothers
Took us down to hell
We never had a smile or love
Became an empty shell

I can't believe in afterlife
I wish I could at times
They'd throw you in the darkest place
To pay for all your crimes

I drink to hide the flashbacks
I drink to numb my mind
Therapy's no good for me
I'm afraid what I will find

You got away with everything
Now you're not here to find
The children trusted to your care
You left broken and maligned

Suffer The Little Children

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Haunted by the prospect of being accused of cultural appropriation,i must haste to point out a few argumants to my defence. Firtsly i will never make any money on this song,nor did i compose it for such a reason. Secondly i have the deepest respect for all native american tribes,their traditions and connection to nature and the spirit within.Had their culture prevailed the onslaught of western values we might still live on a planet untouched by human made climate change,industrial pollution and the specter of nuclear annihilation hanging over all our paranoid heads.Its such a paradox that western culture has brought us both human rights and a severe disconnect from nature,including our own nature within. 
Thirdly i have allways had a fascination for chanting of various ethnic origin,wether from native american tribes,or some buddhist monks chanting mantras.As an inborn eclectic i borrrow elements from wherever i find them and merge them into my mold of funk,jazz,pop,rock,elctronica and you name it.
But its all done with the utmost respect from my part,so if anyone should feel exploited i ensure you it was never my intention.
Most of the chanting within this song is from The Hopi nation,and the striking image to accompany the song is a cave painting of the ANT PEOPLE as described by the Hopi themselves. Oh..and the spoken words are from using a TEXT TO SPEECH online app.(Never done that before.)
Ray Ryeridge April 2023.

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Undertow is an original song that tells a story by making an analogy between being taken away by a surprising, frightening ocean undertow and being wonderfully saved by a surprising, relentless love. This is another project that started with a simple live recording that Nat then fashioned into a more polished final outcome.

Copyright Daniels & Durgy 2023
Gentle Rain Records 
Available to Buy: danielsdurgy.bandcamp.com/
Written Performed & Produced by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy
Vocals, Piano, Bass: Nat Daniels
Vocals & guitar: Craig Durgy

Cover art credits to Cristian Palmer
Banner art credits to Edgar Rodrigo

Lyrics: Undertow by Daniels & Durgy

I never saw it coming
The water seemed so calm
Into the surf I’m running
Let the waves just cool me down

But as the sea became me
Rocked gently to and fro
There came this rush to claim me
This playful undertow

I leaned well against it
My head turned toward the sun
But soon the current strengthened
And I was going down

No matter how I struggled
The mighty depths insisted
Soon I had no rebuttal 
My will ceased to resist it

And as I let it claim me
Pulled down deep into the foam
A calmness overcame me
With the feeling I was home

I looked to see my fate there
Perhaps I’d met my end
Instead I found your face there
An angel and my friend

And as we both just floated
To rise up to the air
I knew at once God wrote it
That you would save me there

I fought it like a soldier
As the waters turned
But as the sea grew colder
I’d no where else to turn

You sang the song of sea birds
That you would not let me go
And now your love needs no words
This mighty undertow

Undertow

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