1. |
|
|||
The Man On The Roof
It's getting dark
It's every time we need
Into the night
It's every time we bleed
Closing my eyes
Pictures of old affaire
Where is the false
We're driving to nowhere
The man on the roof
The man on the roof
Is it mistake
In every time we want
To play these games
In every time they taunt
The man on the roof
is Waiting for coming rain
Waiting for the truth
It came too late again
The man on the roof
The man on the roof
credits
released September 26, 2023
|
||||
2. |
|
|||
3. |
|
|||
4. |
|
|||
Brothers and Swans
Du hast mir ein Trampolin geschenkt Jeder Tag mit kleinen Worten, ich denk` an deine Augen, die warten
bis dass diese Welt sich wieder dreht
hat deine Sprache ein Sprungtuch gewebt, ich stell es auf im Garten
Die Fasern gespannt
halten wir Abstand
Singschwäne ziehn`
am Himmel dahin
Mute I was once
my brothers were swans
the battle within
brings forth our wing
I can see the landscape in your eyes
I`m in your vision now on both sides
I wish that I had a vision
Du schaust mir nicht zu, als ich dann spring
denn große Worte sind nicht dein Ding
aber das weiss ich inzwischen
Die Fasern
gespannt halten wir Abstand
Singschwäne ziehn`
am Himmel dahin
Mute I was once
my brothers were swans
the battle within
brings forth our wing
Please lay down your weapon and crown
where words cease, their sense
will make a difference
Mute we were once,
and brothers in arms
the battle within
the wars seen and unseen
peace is our wing
sing brother sing
|
||||
5. |
MIRI - Do It All Again
02:20
|
|
||
6. |
|
|||
7. |
|
|||
8. |
|
|||
I have a knife
I have a knife
I have a choice
It’s sharp
It’s Slice and dice
Carrots for my dinner
Or start a fight
Become a sinner
OR:
I have a knife
I have a gun
I have a choice
To use the gun
Or use my voice
I find a stone
To built a home
Not to erect a gilded throne
Not to throw and punish
force a life to vanish
A weapon is not what I choose
A Kalashnikov only has one use
To abuse
From Palestine to Belarus
People want to live in peace
Be spared the dictators toxic sneeze
Instead Make love
Make cheese
Become a dentist
Make new teeth
Create a masterpiece
But a gun is a gun
Is a gun
Is a gun
Is a gun
Nothing but a gun
It’s the end
The big illusion
Senseless Military intrusion
The grand finale
No solution
Stop making them
Stop faking them
As toys for boys
Stop selling them
Stop shelling
Sister, mother, father and brother
|
||||
9. |
|
|||
The hospital are full, they have no supplies
Civilians are dying
There's protest for, there's protests against
But the biggest powers drop bombs
What are we supposed to do
Where do we go from here
will it end x 2
Living in fear, a daily struggle
Civilians are dying
They tried to hold talks, to get a ceasefire
But the bigger powers drop more bombs
We don't hear about it in the news
It's ordinary people that lose their lives
When will it end x2
There's a shortage of water, there's a shortage of food
Civilians are dying
People try to live, in their bombed out homes
But still the biggest powers drop more bombs
|
||||
10. |
|
|||
11. |
|
|||
12. |
|
|||
13. |
|
|||
14. |
|
|||
From Gaza to Shakespeare,
Help me, my friend, how can you be present after more than 500 years? You jump before my eyes with every image and every cry. I hear you screaming with the children and sharing their crying with the mothers. Dressed in black like Hamlet's father, emerging from under the rubble carrying a child's toy. You appear from above the church bells ringing them, warning of their destruction. Standing above a minaret, when nothing remains of the mosque except it. Trying to help those who fell in a hospital courtyard. You are present everywhere as if a group of ghosts has split up to force the world to stop the massacres and ethnic cleansing that are happening in Gaza.
This is not a war, but something else. When the witches predicted that Birnam Woods would move to King Macbeth's palace. It is as if you are predicting that Gaza City will move to the sea after all this destruction and death. There is not a house or building left that is not destroyed along with its residents. It is as if you predicted that Gaza would move to the sea. But when the forest moved, the soldiers won. Will it be the destroyed buildings laden with cement and iron and the thousands of bodies still under the rubble of children, women, the elderly, and the fathers, all those pure souls that will inevitably be swept into the sea after the end of the war, as is the custom of all buildings after every war?
But the difference this time is that the buildings are mixed with flesh and blood, and will be baptized by the sea. As if the price of our freedom, which we struggled for, more than seventy years, was this baptism towards freedom.
I do not know why the saying of the occupation Prime Minister Rabin comes back to mind. How I wish I would wake up to find Gaza swallowed by the sea. Was everything that happened planned? Did you, Shakespeare, know that the price of freedom is the movement of cities and forests? And that still water is stagnant water? Yes, if this is the price of our freedom and dignity, we will pay it with appreciation, respect, and a desire to go towards the sun.
Was aviation included in the movement as well? The body of my friend Majed flew 100 meters into the air, and his body ended up on the balcony of an apartment, torn apart by a missile that killed him together with 120 members of his family. The war was not a Mid-Summer Night’s Dream, but rather a terrifying, weeping nightmare. The main players of the show were some clowns, including airplanes, tanks, and battleships, throwing lava at children. How could you, William Shakespeare, write us in Romeo and Juliet and warn us of the ugliness of conflict and war between cousins and that everyone will pay the price? The vision has changed, my friend. It has become much more difficult. The sound of rockets makes the heart jump in fear. The smell of gunpowder and carcinogenic smoke forcibly penetrates your lungs. Phosphorus bombs, which are banned internationally, burn the green and dry land. Seeing your loved ones in pieces. Your heart that is torn a thousand times every day as if it were a piece of rubber. Get up, Shakespeare. Help me, my friend. I'm really tired. Resist with your wise pen, full of love, joy, revolution, humanity, hope, and freedom openly, maybe we will all become brothers under that blue sky.
Ali Abu Yassin 5/11/2023
|
||||
15. |
Neil Loughran - Signals
06:55
|
|
||
16. |
Paul Solecki - Lovebirds
02:50
|
|
||
17. |
|
|||
Black creatures with wings
Circle my dreams
through the night
A red telephone rings
in a box
As a suspicious eyes spy
A siren's wail
Cuts the air
Fear pierced
Pale faces
Turn and stare
A stain so black
A poison river feeds
And it's
Pouring out of
My TV
And while we dream
Guns echo in streets
And while we sleep
Civilians flee
So breathe
Breathe
In white rooms
In grey buildings
With yellow bulbs
Burning too bright
White men
With grey faces
Are plotting
A nations demise
Like vultures gather
In the air
Over fresh white bone
And flesh laid bare
War, profiteers
With sly wide grins
Over slick black gold
And rich pickings
And while we dream
Guns echo in streets
And while we sleep
Civilians flee
So Breathe
Breathe
|
||||
18. |
|
|||
Ardas bhaee,
Amar das guru, Amar das guru,
Ardas bhaee,
Ram das guru, ram das guru, ram das guru
Sachee sahee
|
||||
19. |
Mamatung - Free
02:41
|
|
||
20. |
|
|||
21. |
|
|||
22. |
|
|||
If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze—
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself—
sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up
above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale.
|
||||
23. |
|
Red Tent Recordings
Welcome to Red Tent Recordings! Come in, get comfortable, relax and enjoy this space where we reclaim something human we forgot. Here we work together in the hope of creating a better place for us all to live and thrive.
Streaming and Download help
If you like Red Tent Recordings, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp