Callin… Read Full Bio ↴The Prodigals are a New York Irish band that started in 1997.
Calling their genre of music "jig punk", the Prodigals fall within a tradition epitomized by the Pogues and Black 47, merging traditional Irish melodic roots with rock rhythms. As of 2007, the band members are Gregory Grene (button accordion and lead vocals), Ed Kollar (bass and backup vocals), Dave Fahy (guitar and lead vocals), Darren Maloney (banjo), and Chris Higginbottom (drums). The Prodigals call Paddy Reilly's (the world's only all-draft Guinness bar) their home when in New York City. The band has its own distinctive sound, particularly distinguished by the lead melodic roles being filled by button-key accordion and bass along with the vocals, and has received substantial critical notice through the years.
Albums
* The Prodigals (1997)
* Go On (1999), effectively the band's breakout album
* Dreaming in Hell's Kitchen (2001, produced by Scottish fiddler and record producer Johnny Cunningham)
* Needs Must When the Devil Drives (2003, produced by Howie Beno, who notably also produced the Red Hot Chili Peppers single Give It Away Now)
* a live album/DVD, Beachland Bootleg (2005) recorded at the Beachland Ballroom in Cleveland, Ohio.
* Momentum (2006)
The Immigrant
The Prodigals Lyrics
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Where the clouds drift above,
White over green grass and clover
Do the songs still go on are the races now won
By fellows you used to win over
Do they still recall those days long ago
Are their images those the windows of life still adorning
Do they feel that ache that you can never shake
You may drink when you're dry
You may laugh till you cry
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
For lethe it runs slow, and never may you know
Respite from your heart still recalling
If anger glows slow there's a fuse in a jug
A jug filled with punch
A jug filled with punch in the evening
There's the world in your hand, who can ever understand
Why the jar or two leaves you grieving
Do you torture yourself, is it not you at all,
Is it others' fault instead you can't take a breath without sighing
There's no logic that you know, that can ever make it so
But twenty pints or so stops you dying
Now you're old, vast and gray
And living in the ‘burbs,
In the bunkers of town,
Archie bunkered down in the trenches
You've established your redoubt,
Immigrants keep out
Nostalgia and cops your defenses
The Prodigals’ song “The Immigrant” explores the feelings and experiences of a person who has left their homeland to start a new life elsewhere. The song asks whether the singer still remembers their past, whether their former friends and countrymen still think of them, and whether they suffer from the ache of homesickness. The lyrics also depict the difficulties of assimilation and the impact of alcohol on the immigrant’s life.
The song describes the yearning that many immigrants feel for their homeland. They long to know if the songs are still sung and if their people still remember them. They are haunted by the memories of their past and the pain of being an outsider in their new home. The lyrics also touch on the destructive power of alcohol as a coping mechanism for dealing with the struggles of assimilation. The immigrant seems to use alcohol to numb the pain of being homesick and to cope with the challenges of starting over. However, the song suggests that this might not be an effective way to deal with their struggles.
Line by Line Meaning
You may dream of a land, of a far-distant land
You might yearn for a place far away
Where the clouds drift above,
Where clouds loom overhead,
White over green grass and clover
Where the grass and clover are green,
Do the songs still go on are the races now won
Wondering if the races are still happening and the songs still sung,
By fellows you used to win over
By people you used to impress,
Do they still recall those days long ago
If they still remember the good old days,
Are their images those the windows of life still adorning
If they still hold on to old memories,
Do they feel that ache that you can never shake
If they, too, feel the pain that never fades,
That wakes with you still in the morning
That haunts you even in the morning,
You may drink when you're dry
You might drink when feeling thirsty,
You may laugh till you cry
You might laugh until you weep,
And the tears from your eyes keep on falling
And rolling tears never seem to stop,
For lethe it runs slow, and never may you know
For time heals wounds gradually and may not make you forget,
Respite from your heart still recalling
Respite from your heart, still holding onto the memories,
If anger glows slow there's a fuse in a jug
If your anger simmers, there's a release in a bottle,
A jug filled with punch
A container filled with a strong alcoholic beverage,
A jug filled with punch in the evening
At night time, a heavy mixture to drown your emotions,
There's the world in your hand, who can ever understand
You feel like you hold the weight of the world and it's unexplainable,
Why the jar or two leaves you grieving
Why drinking an excessive amount of alcohol leaves you feeling worse,
Do you torture yourself, is it not you at all,
Is it your own doing, or are you blaming others,
Is it others' fault instead you can't take a breath without sighing
Are you depressed because of others, or is it a part of you,
There's no logic that you know, that can ever make it so
You can't reason with your emotions,
But twenty pints or so stops you dying
But drinking an excessive amount of alcohol seems to alleviate the pain,
Now you're old, vast, and gray
Now that you're old and feeble,
And living in the 'burbs,
Living in the suburbs,
In the bunkers of town,
In the rundown part of the city,
Archie bunkered down in the trenches
Like Archie, you hunker down in the trenches and feel stuck,
You've established your redoubt,
You've established your coping mechanism,
Immigrants keep out
And you don't want new people in your life,
Nostalgia and cops your defenses
You depend on nostalgia and police to keep you safe,
Contributed by Brody C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
liftaddict428
One of the most under rated bands around and one of my favorites.
holylightbulb
saw these guys friday at musikfest. oh my gosh they are INCREDIBLE!
yoda189
this song kick ass!
Stanley M
Lead singer on this tune, the late, great Ray Kelly.
kmccart2
f*cking brilliant