warning ! fake freedomblues !

fake freedomblues (and blackstarliners and 0earth) activated.

mY blogs were removed last January along with hundreds of others as  casualties of the megaupload hunt I  presume.I had "almost" forgot about it....
the standard google/blogger policy in such cases till now was that the blog name and it's  url was not available for new blogs anymore.
to my  ultimate surprise I found out lately that all their names were given away and reactivated  by someone who is probably intending to sell blog names!
a very original  and enterprising idea that  oblidges  me to laugh sarcastically with these new age practices..Happy blog sellings then!
Anyway I had to come back to warn my fellow bloggers and friends(starting with this blog)
that still remember my old blogs to remove them permanently from their  lists and preferences.those fake blogs have nothing to do with me now or in the future.
the only freedomblues that is alive is in my heart and can't be deleted from there.

nauma

and to remember freedomblues I'm giving you the two compilations of Tanzanian musiki wa dansi bands
the older first part posted on fdb and the second  for this blog.

the more I listen (again) to these bands the more I love (again) and more deeply,this time-this music.The Tanzanian people must be very proud of it..Dance and entertainment of the highest caliber by these,in most cases "state sponsored" bands.Hope you enjoy it along.As you can imagine,I'm in the middle of a "dansi hurricane" during the last days and this resulted the coming compilation.I have included in the file four pdf's for a more compete understanding  of the era that produced this tre-tre beautiful music.there is enough material for a second round when we visit again Tanzania.NUTA Jazz and Dar es Salaam bands are not represented,since they had their portraits already,but my favorite,taarab spiced, Kiko Kids Jazz are here in full force with 5 tracks:Tanganyika na Uhuru! Kids Jazz!

trx

01-National Jazz Band-Sisi Vijana Wema

02- Atomic Jazz Band-Dunia Ina Mambo

03-Kiko Kids Jazz-Sili Sishbi

04-Jamhuri Jazz Band-Shangazi Naomba Taiti

05- Atomic Jazz Band-Salamu Zako Nimezipata

06-Morogoro Jazz Band-Likemba Ya Moro

07-Kiko Kids Jazz-Kiko MWanisakama

08-Kilwa Jazz Band-Vilonitendea

09-National Jazz Band-Nora

10-Kiko Kids Jazz-Kenekubalile

11-Nicky, Athmani & Hodi Boys Band - Mapenzi Tu

12-Afro 70 Band-Week End

13-Kiko Kids Jazz-Tunda Bichi

14-Atomic Jazz Band-Njoo Mpenzi Njoo

15-Mbaraka Mwishehe & Moro Jazz Band-Miziki Ya Mji Wa Morogoro

16-Afro 70 Band-Nambie Kweli

17-Western Jazz Band-Nitafurahi Ukitumwa Tena

18-Kiko Kids Jazz-Tanganyika na Uhuru Kids Jazz

Musiki wa dansi 1

unakaribishwa!  finally here comes the second,  long  announced , volume of Musiki wa dansi,the   legacy of popular dance music from the divine, I know that I'm  exaggerating a bit using this word but that's very close to (the always personal) truth (= heart)  of mostly state financed  Jazz bands of Tanzania  from the early 60's till the late 70's and by jazz  we surely mean the  local East African brass and percussion rumba variations. 

(add to them some of the sweetest guitars that ever came out of  the Tanzanian tubes)

I must say  that I'm  particularly  happy to dive again in such an effort and  compile a new mix  as  I have many years of  affection for this material. How they sound today apart from the inevitable and  certain nostalgia  that  stimulates  memories?a whole era is unfolding through these  slow burning swahili rumbas that  are still  vintage and unsurpassed to these  ears.

all real music for all real people.I'm sure you get my point ...to be continued....

01-Mbaraka Mwinshehe & The Morogoro Jazz Band- Sululu ya moro
02-Vijana Jazz Band-Ujirani mwema
03-Dar es Salaam Jazz Band- Tabu nyingi nilizonazo
04-Vijana Jazz Band-Heka-heka
05-Morogoro Jazz-Urafiki Mwisho wa mwezi
06-Nuta Jazz-Selemani
07-Atomic Jazz Band-Usijipendekeze
08-Jamhuri Jazz Band - Shingo ya upanga
09-Njohole Jazz Band - Naona Ajabu
10-Western Jazz Band - Lipa kodi ya nyumba
11-Kilwa Jazz Band - Muungano Tanzania
12-Tabora Jazz - Alhamdulillah
13-Orchestre Maquis Original - Karubandika
14-DDC Mlimani Park Orchestra-Matatizo ya uke wenza
15-Kiko Kids Jazz - Nimeona Uwa
16-Chipukizi Rumba Band - Dada mwajuma

Musiki wa dansi 2


e3njo*y

a Lourdes Van-Dunem summertime

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...born in Luanda in 1935, Maria de Lourdes dos Santos Van-Dunem started her musical career in the 60s when she joined the "Ngola Ritmos" band along with Liceu Vieira Dias, Jose de Fontes Pereira, Amadeu Amorim and Belita Palma, the forerunners of Angolan music, who were also in the anti- colonial movement.
After producing "Ngola Ritmos", the singer made several tours in Angola as well as in Portugal before recording her first album "Monami".

She later worked with the "Jovens do Prenda" band.
During her musical career, Lourdes Van-Dunem had also performed in Brazil, South Africa, Algeria, France, Spain and Zimbabwe.
In 1996, the vocalist, who was a florist, recorded her compact disc "Ser Mulher" in Portugal.
She had also participated in the "So Why" project initiated by the International Red Cross Committee (ICRC) together with Senegalese Youssou N'dour of Senegal, Congo's Papa Wemba, Nigerian Lagbaja and Lucky Dube and Jabu Khanyile of South Africa.
This culminated into the recording of a CD, a video clip, a documentary and the publication of a book aimed at helping the victims of war and political violence.
She died in 2006 of typhoid fever. The President of Angola, Jose Eduardo dos Santos, attended her funeral.


♥
summertime avec Monami Miguel
:)


Monami

Sekou Kouyate Experience - Dia

http://soundcloud.com/igor-leonardi

Sekou Kouyate - kora, vocals, guitar  
Igor Leonardi - guitar,guitar sinth
Damir Mazrek - percussion  
Nino de Gleria - bass  
Enos Kugler - drums

SEKOU KOUYATE is a musician from Guinea Conakry living in France, who earned himself the nickname The Jimi Hendrix of Africa and Jimi Sékou Kora with playing the 21-string African harp called kora. In his group Ba Cissoko, which is perform-ing all over the world, the kora is often supplemented by electrical effects, which usually rock guitarists use. Sekou comes from the Griot generation, a West African family of artists. Their role and mission have always been carrying on news, resolve conflicts, record history in songs and of course preserve music and dance, which are still being used to accompany rituals and ceremonies such as birth, baptism, marriage and death. In the last decades the music of Griots got a lot of attention across the world with the popularization of the 3rd world music. Characteristically for this type of music are the exceptional melodious sounds and the rhythmical motion. The pre-colonial kingdoms of West Africa were very familiar with the Arabian arts, which were then at the same time influencing the European Renaissance music with the development of string musical instruments. The kora can be retuned into the major scale or into the parallel minor scale and includes three and a half octaves. Once the kora only accompanied singing but is nowadays considered as a solo instrument on which all types of music styles can be played as well. SEKOU KOUYATE EXPERIENCE is a musical project that unites the African virtuoso with Slovenian musicians who are actively involved in playing West African music. The result of the project is an energy-packed whole created with the interplay between traditional African music and various jazz, funk rock and reggae sounds with a lot of lyricism. The songs are mostly originals with some arranged traditionals. The Group has performed all over Slovenia on festivals and in clubs in 2011.source PUBLISHING HOUSE GOGA

The Brother Moves On

The broth-er moves on[bruhth-er or bruhth-ur] ( Archaic ) brethren; interjection noun

• the ghost inside the magic, the stranglers of an innocent idea of bringing performance art to its knees through costume, music and storytelling
• a playful site specific collaborative piece of performance art in the form of a band based in Johannesburg.
• The name of this collective is derived from David Simons "the Wire" character Brother Mouzone, meaning "judicious" in Arabic, a transient assassin with that audacious yet sincere difference.
• The Golden Wake live EP is the Brother Moves On’s debut recorded at the SABC as a funeral for the first brother to move on Mr Gold Wasegoli. The EP is due for digital release on the 21st of March 2012(Human Rights Day) and the DVD and physical formats are due for release on the 1st of May 2012(Workers Day)

A brother writes about wenu wetla

No two things can occupy the same space at the same time, at least not in the physical sense they can’t. So then as far as he was concerned no one in the world saw it as he did for no one could ever take his spot on that hill staring down, up and all the way around it. From this he further deduced that no one could listen to its playfulness as it moulds and shapes mysteries; like how exactly it is that the ocean paints the sky blue using the sun as its paint brush.

His ears would always be the instruments by which his soul plays with both celestial and terrestrial vibrations and no one could play the ear better than he did. Such was his being; the wilderness of his self, that his imagination and curiosity was a vast landscape of hidden secretes waiting to be unravelled. It would then only be a matter of time till he would come across the secrets of love.


On the palm of his hands he held it like a gem that glowed with an amber green. He played with it as though a child preoccupied with a star he had gazed at for two whole days, until on the third it fell to the earth only for the satisfaction of the child’s amusement. But soon the stone would be lost to him, and he would have to remember that his love resided in the distant spaces between the earth and his appreciations’ reach to far away galaxies. It would be at this level of wisdom and listening skill that he would move on to join the band of brothers who rested in a still, continuous, static spot of nothing but motion. He found home in their sounds and unclothed himself with the body paint they tossed to their audience. Before they came across him they had already travelled across faraway backdrops of spiritual hills – shaped by winds that whistled through its trees and they played to souls that danced around fires in trans like states. When finally they reached his ears they had to knock down the gate that opened to this dense forest, shaded by treetops that are crowned with multiple sunsets.
The forest bed however had not experienced light for quite some time and so the bandits would be its sun, angled at the forest in a perfect 90-degree angle. They brought with them promises of dispelling witches, only to replace them with their own enchanting incantations of spells that had their magic in being void of magic. Their light was of the violent sort; it dislodged his spirit from its umbilical cord that lynched it to the limitations of the physical. Such was the violence of these dudes, that under the magic charm of their sounds and motions – when his eyes closed they opened to a revolution but when he opened them they closed to a barren land of conventions and how to guides.

As they passed through him – the vast forest – he followed the lingering scent of their sounds and was led to a clearing where in the middle of the ruffled leaves stood an upright door. He went through the door and walked into a rustic old room, walled with unmatched stones and lit by a wild fire fuelled only by its desire to burn. At the centre of the room set around a table himself and an air he could only describe as God, speaking in a dialect familiar but far to ancient for him to decipher, although of course he knew exactly what conversation was being held. Around the table stood the band of brothers who rested in a still, continuous, static spot of nothing but motion. Guitars on their shoulders, drumsticks in their hands and mic’s romantically close to a kiss, they played a silent melody to the rhythm of the cosmic conversation that was under way in front of them. The lead singer noticed him standing at the door and read the amazement on his face, the singers face turned to a child like state as with the enthusiasm of one he exclaimed; “I know right!!!!!!!!”. 

16 minutes later he opened his eyes to a barren land of conventions and how to guides.

by Sifuna IZwe-Ngenkani Mdlalose.

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the golden wake 

Summertime (one more slight reprise)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

King Selewa & his Calypsonians: Calypso - Back to mi Home

 

  Summertime

And wish you all happy and dignified International Workers' Day.

Sambanzo~Etiópia

music has always been free,like the birds,the water we drink, the sun
and in reality there is no way to cage  music if you don't want to  kill it.
have you heard of anyone able to  imprison love,passion,despair or joy ?
very few seem to remember or even understand this simple truth but more are starting to realize it

and mostly the artists as  they become  aware  that in   liberating  their art  they liberate their own potentials.
Saxophonist Thiago França comes after   Metá-Metá , with  a constellation of  musicians like  Kiko Dinucci, Marcelo Cabral,  Samba Ossalê  and Wellington "Pimpa" Moreira under the collective name of  Sambanzo ( Samba & the Yoruba Banzo which has a meaning similar to the blues or the longing for the Motherland that the slaves felt) that  lovingly prepared a powerful afrobeat ,samba and  jazz conversation with  the Afro-Brazilian roots and they are offering  it to anyone wishing to dig into this new global African sound that is unfolding  as a celebration  from  São Paulo  to  Addis Ababa and to all corners .

thank you  Thiago França  and Sambanzo.  Música livre, sempre! 

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Etiópia
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No, it is not kill kill for peace...

Abdel Halim Hafez - Touba / Ahak
Cairophon HPCL 58 - 1960

Tracks:

A Touba
B Ahwak

download and or listen 

here

♥

Ahwak (I love you)

Part 1

Ahwak.
I love you.
We atmana law ansak,
And I wish if I ever forget you,
Ansa rohy wayak.
I forget my soul with you.
Wen daiet teba fadak
And if it becomes lost, it's OK,
Law tensany.
If you've forgotten me.

We ansak,
So I forget you,
watareeny bansa gafak.
And I forget all you pain.
Wa ashtak le azaby maak.
And I start longing for it again.
We alaky demooi fakrak,
And I find my tears remember you.
Warga tany.
So I return to you.

Fe loak,
At times,
El donia tegeny maak.
The whole world comes with you.
We redaha teba redak.
And its wish is your wish.
We sa-et-ha ye hoon fe hawak.
And then, maybe you will end,
Tool hermany.
Depriving my love of you.

Part 2

Ahwak.
I love you.
We atmana law ansak,
And I wish if I ever forget you,
Ansa rohy wayak.
I forget my soul with you.
Wen daiet teba fadak
And if it becomes lost, it's OK,
Law tensany.
If you've forgotten me.

We ansak,
So I forget you,
watareeny bansa gafak.
And I forget all you pain.
Wa ashtak le azaby maak.
And I start longing for it again.
We alaky demooi fakrak,
And I find my tears remember you.
Warga tany.
So I return to you.

Fe loak,
At times,
El donia tegeny maak.
The whole world comes with you.
We redaha teba redak.
And its wish is your wish.
We sa-et-ha ye hoon fe hawak.
And then, maybe you will end,
Tool hermany.
Depriving my love of you.

Part 3

We la-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We einaya teegy fe eneik,
And my eyes meeting yours.
We kalamhom yeba aleik,
And the words written on your face,
Wenta dary.
While you try to hide them.

We raeek,
And I'd nourish you,
Was-ha men el leil anadeek.
Wake up from my sleep to call you.
We abaat rohy tesaheek.
And send my soul to wake you.
Om yally shaghelny beek,
So you who has stirred my soul,
Garab nary.
Try out my fire.

We la-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We einaya teegy fe eneik,
And my eyes meeting yours.
We kalamhom yeba aleik,
And the words written on your face,
Wenta dary.
While you try to hide them.

We raeek,
And I'd nourish you,
Was-ha men el leil anadeek.
Wake up from my sleep to call you.
We abaat rohy tesaheek.
And send my soul to wake you.
Om yally shaghelny beek,
So you who has stirred my soul,
Garab nary.
Try out my fire.

We la-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We einaya teegy fe eneik,
And my eyes meeting yours.
We kalamhom yeba aleik,
And the words written on your face,
Wenta dary.
While you try to hide them.

We raeek,
And I'd nourish you,
Was-ha men el leil anadeek.
Wake up from my sleep to call you.
We abaat rohy tesaheek.
And send my soul to wake you.
Om yally shaghelny beek,
So you who has stirred my soul,
Garab nary.
Try out my fire.

We la-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We einaya teegy fe eneik,
And my eyes meeting yours.
We kalamhom yeba aleik,
And the words written on your face,
Wenta dary.
While you try to hide them.

We raeek,
And I'd nourish you,
Was-ha men el leil anadeek.
Wake up from my sleep to call you.
We abaat rohy tesaheek.
And send my soul to wake you.
Om yally shaghelny beek,
So you who has stirred my soul,
Garab nary.
Try out my fire.

We la-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We einaya teegy fe eneik,
And my eyes meeting yours.
We kalamhom yeba aleik,
And the words written on your face,
Wenta dary.
While you try to hide them.

We raeek,
And I'd nourish you,
Was-ha men el leil anadeek.
Wake up from my sleep to call you.
We abaat rohy tesaheek.
And send my soul to wake you.
Om yally shaghelny beek,
So you who has stirred my soul,
Garab nary.
Try out my fire.

We la-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We einaya teegy fe eneik,
And my eyes meeting yours.
We kalamhom yeba aleik,
And the words written on your face,
Wenta dary.
While you try to hide them.

We raeek,
And I'd nourish you,
Was-ha men el leil anadeek.
Wake up from my sleep to call you.
We abaat rohy tesaheek.
And send my soul to wake you.
Om yally shaghelny beek,
So you who has stirred my soul,
Garab nary.
Try out my fire.

Part 4

Ala-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.

Ala-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.

Ala-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we
Thinking of me, and
Shaghelny, shaghelny,
I of you, I of you,
Shaghelny beek.
I of you.

We einaya,
And my eyes,
Einaya teegy fe eneik,
My eyes meeting yours.
We einaya teegy,
And my eyes meeting,
Teegy fe eneik,
Meeting yours.

We kalamhom yeba aleik, aleik.
And the words written on your face,
We kalamhom yeba aleik, aleik.
And the words written on your face,

Wenta, enta, enta dary.
And you, you, you try to hide them.

Ala-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We einaya teegy fe eneik,
And my eyes meeting yours.
We kalamhom yeba aleik,
And the words written on your face,
Kalamhom yeba aleik, aleik.
And the words written on your face,
Wenta, wenta dary.
While you, you try to hide them.

Ala-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny,
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We shaghelny, shaghelny beek.
And I of you, and I of you.
We einaya teegy,
And my eyes meeting.
Fe eneik teegy,
Meeting your wyes.
Fe eneik,
Your eyes.
We kalamhom,
And the words,
Kalamhom yeba aleik, aleik, aleik,
The words written on your face,
Wenta, enta, enta te dary.
While you, you try to hide them.

Part 5

We la-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We einaya teegy fe eneik,
And my eyes meeting yours.
We kalamhom yeba aleik,
And the words written on your face,
Wenta dary.
While you try to hide them.

We raeek,
And I'd nourish you,
Was-ha men el leil anadeek.
Wake up from my sleep to call you.
We abaat rohy tesaheek.
And send my soul to wake you.
Om yally shaghelny beek,
So you who has stirred my soul,
Garab nary.
Try out my fire.

We la-eek,
I dream of finding you
Mashghool we shaghelny beek.
Thinking of me, and I of you.
We einaya teegy fe eneik,
And my eyes meeting yours.
We kalamhom yeba aleik,
And the words written on your face,
Wenta dary.
While you try to hide them.

We raeek,
And I'd nourish you,
Was-ha men el leil anadeek.
Wake up from my sleep to call you.
We abaat rohy tesaheek.
And send my soul to wake you.
Om yally shaghelny beek,
So you who has stirred my soul,
Garab nary.
Try out my fire.

We ahwak.
I love you.
We atmana law ansak,
And I wish if I ever forget you,
Ansa rohy wayak.
I forget my soul with you.
Wen daiet teba fadak
And if it becomes lost, it's OK,
Law tensany.
If you've forgotten me.

We ansak,
So I forget you,
watareeny bansa gafak.
And I forget all you pain.
Wa ashtak le azaby maak.
And I start longing for it again.
We alaky demooi fakrak,
And I find my tears remember you.
Warga tany.
So I return to you.

Fe loak,
At times,
El donia tegeny maak.
The whole world comes with you.
We redaha teba redak.
And its wish is your wish.
We sa-et-ha ye hoon fe hawak.
And then, maybe you will end,
Tool hermany.
Depriving my love of you.

 

source 

 

 

 

let's not forget

no religious leader, no politician and no I-shareholder

has the answer...

and it's so close...

♥

remember? Make love not war?

♫♪* ❤‿   ❤ *♪♫

Toma Bebić, For my paradise you ask me

Taxi for tomorrow

It is a cruel injustice to the world how some people, some thoughts they left behind, never get out of local boundaries. There is a language barrier, use of specific dialect, local issues, which may loose their power when translated into another language, or transferred to another part of the world. Toma Bebić shared the same destiny. This will be an insane attempt to bring it out , or even translate into English some of his poems/songs. So god help me.
Toma somehow, in his rich life, managed to be a navy officer, teacher, secretary, journalist, football coach, mechanic, musician, writer, actor, painter, aphorist, poet, I may have dropped something out. In his autobiography stated that he first wanted to be a pilot, but he was thrown out. Than wanted to be a sailor and become an officer; then wanted to be a football player and become a sailor; then wanted to be a poet and ended up doing court seizures; then wanted to be a teacher and become a professional musician; then went to become an official and become a teacher; then got mad and started composing, and so become a journalist; then started to write a novel and become a compositor....never becoming what he wanted, There was some more wantings and becomings, so he sad he stopped arguing with himself, even stopped talking to himself. What bought him down was that in his news office he tried to rear himself in the spirit of justice, truth and humanity, but the unfortunate tradition of unfulfilled wishes had to interfere so they proclaimed him to be a humorist.
Toma was a gentle giant with fiery spirit and immense sense for humor. My ex colleagues used to tell me stories how he would send them his text on a paper with stains marked; this one is from red wine, and this one from cuttle fish brodeto .
He was an experienced and educated in healing with herbs, claiming he can prevent any form of cancer, except lung cancer, if it is treated in the early faze. It was on our great sadness that on February 4 1990 Toma lost his battle with this illness. He was one of few man I meat I can say were a living legends. After the death of this, as many time said anarchist and humanist, his work was republished and recognised by a wider audience, and titles like book of aphorisms Volite se ljudožderi (Love each other, cannibals), Primitivci moji dragi(My dear Primitives), U sakatu vremenu (In the lame times), Volio sam da me vole (I loved to be loved)... were out again along with some of his music works.

One of my most favoured short songs:
Da ne gubimo koliko bismo tek izgubili (If we wouldn't lose how much more would we lose than)
trenutak sa Slobodanom Šalebajem dok je pio(a moment with Slobodan Šalebaj while he was drinking)
Niad mi nitko(Never will someone)
neće moći ukrsti(be able to steal)
ovu nebesku plavet(this hevenly blueness)
ovo lišće(this leaves)
ovaj život(this life)
što ču ga zaključati u sebe (that I will lock inside myself)
i ponjeti u beskraj (and take to infinity)
..................
a taj se zbog toga(and that someone, because of that)
neče smatrati (want consider himself)
osiromašenim (depleted)


Or two that can be translated with a little luck:

Vijetnam kroz vjekove (Vietnam through ages)
Okončan je rat (The war is ower)
moj (ne)znani brat (my (un)known brother)
silom vojnik (perforce a soldier)
pretvoio se u spomenik (converted into a statue)

Morski pas na kopnu (A shark on dry-land)
jučer je morski pas pojeo kupača (Yesterday a shark eat a swimmer)
i sve novine donijele su (and all the papers brought)
tu groznu vijest (that horrible news)
s dužnom poštovanja količinom ( with respectful amounth)
g r o z e... (of h o r r o r..)
danas sam uhvatio (today I caught)
ženku morskog psa (a female shark)
malu životinju ( a small animal)
nešto veću od pola metra... (something above half meter long)
uzvanici su se tukli po trbusima (guests have bean beating their bellys)
"brodetto od morskog psa (brodetto from shark)
iznenađujuće je ukusan..." (is surprisingly teasty)
a novine nisu ništa pisale (and the papers said none)




Za moj raj pitajte mene (For my paradise you ask me)

U mećavama života vrelog (In the storms of life boiling)
Gube se moje misli od tijela (My thoughts are drifting away from the body)
Svoga vodiča, svjetionik tražim (My guide, a lighthouse I seek)
Postajem leden, pahuljica bijela (I become frigid white flake)

Moja je ljubav crna (My love is black)
Crnina zgusnuta u kuglu svijeta (Blackness condensed into a ball of the world)
Pod maskom tinja i leži tvrdom (Under a mask it smolders, lies hard,)
Kamen (a stone,)
Kamen što posta od cvijeta (a stone, that grew from a flower)

Prokleta da si moja snago muška (Damn you my male strength)
U besciljnim noćima bezglavo trošena (In aimless nights mindlessly consumed)
Od pijanih tijela uz smijeh isprošena (From drunken bodies in laughter scrounged)
Suzama bijesa i kletvom oplakana (In tears of rage and lamented with curse)

Što vrijedi dozivati bogove (What is it worth calling the gods)
Što vrijedi htjeti bjelinu u noći (Why want whiteness in the night)
Kad su mi ruke u najvećoj moći (When my hands in their full might)
Tim istim bogovima pružale rogove (To these same gods offered the horns)

I neću, (And I will not,)
Neću vam bogovi moliti milost (I will not beg mercy of the gods)
Milost užitka vašeg raja (The mercy of content of your paradise)
Za moj raj pitajte mene (For my paradise you ask me)
Spavao sam na prsima zadovoljene žene (I slept on the chest of a woman well pleased)

I ako mi sad zato nećete naći (And if therefore you will not find me)
Tiho mjestašce u vašem kraju (Quiet litle place in your area)
Pljujem na sve milosti svijeta (I spit on all the graces of the world)
Vraćam se svome raju (and I am hading back to my paradise)
Vraćam se svome raju (I am hading back to my paradise)
Vraćam se svome raju (I am hading back to my paradise)




Tu-tu auto vrag ti piz odnija (honk honk car, may the devil take you away)

Jo ca letidu isprid nosa (Flying in front of our noses)
Ove rugobe tonobili (These monsters cars)
Svu su nan arju usmrdili (They made our air reek)
I tisinu prikinili (And broke our silence)

Di mi je sad moj tovar Sivac (Where is now my donkey Gray)
Di su njegove drage usi (Where are his beloved ears)
Miga bi s njima i zareva (He would wink them and bray)
Najlipju pismu vrilog lita (The moast beautiful song of the summer)

I boje da si mi krepa Sivce (It is better that you died my Gray)
Sican se kad si na misec vika (I remember how you used to bray at the moon)
Evo su niki dani (Just a few days ago)
Njegovu lipost razotkrili (They exposed it's beauty)

Nista mi vise nije ostalo (Nothing has remained)
O cista zvuka, loze i jutra (Of pure sound, of grape vine and morning)
Ne cujen tvoju pismu Sivce (I don't hear your song Gray)
Kvragu oni i oktan super (Damn them and their octane super)




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This out of print, 1980 vinyl rip, was the couresty of http://exyuvinyl.blogspot.com, now gone from his blog, big thanks to them I hope they don,t mind me using it.

Toma Bebić
Oya noya
word thegoodone might help when others fail





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