Narcy - Ghaba (Unplugged featuring Al Bustan Takht Ensemble)

Описание: El Nargisee Drops July 27th, 2014 on iTunes and all digital platforms exclusively.

"Ghaba" (The Forest)
Produced by Sandhill
Lyrics by the Narcicyst
Recorded in Philadelphia with Al-Bustan Takht Ensemble
at Al-Bustan Seeds of Culture's Concert Series, 2014.

Lyrics (Translation)

Lost In The Forest,
We came from Babyl,
Carrying betrayal in the hearts of our friends,
As Usual
Everything is bland when He opened up the door and you close it on us,
What a sharp double edged sword!
Everything became enflamed in occupation,
What happened to us during the implosion of our trees,
While we waited on cold war during the days of our children,
On a cold night they asked 'hey fathers, where do you really come from? and Where are are you going?'
You may find solace in our crooked ways,
while our ladies find themselves between Innana and flora,
Backstabbing!
The thirst of our faith's desert told you
to slam your head on the floor, get a prayer mat..
See, the one that sold us ran from our defense,
and the one that wanted us, did what benefits him...
I guess each person has their day my brother,
I bid you farewell
I found myself lost between the leaves and the animals.

Chorus:
We lifted these trees whose home was in the forest.
The dreams of our children who want a home in the forest
I left my fathers home and found myself in the forest
What animals we are, lost in the forest.

Verse 2:
Then we burnt the forest down!
Rolling grape leaves and eating sweets from our mothers hands..
The birds cried songs of my longing, The Tribe of Manaseer
headed below earth like a pair of pants, as well all are
A camel or a tank are not worth a stone,
when before PHATWA my people where drinking BlackWater.
And snakes wrapped themselves around me as a blanket from life.
I welcome you all to The Narcicysts Rubbiyat.
Who from you assumed that immigration is a disease
and that I forgot to speak my mother tongue?
I will spit you a Tigris River.
A Basrawi boy was born in the forest of Canada,
where he learned that our differences are not to be compared,
there is no point.
Our nation has no borders. it was where the richness of humanity lies on their tongues between their cheeks.
I screamed at the flowers and got nothing back but cold silence.
I guess this is goodbye/hello as I find myself between the same leaves and animals again.