Friday, August 22, 2008
"Through the (Lebanese) barricades"
"Mother doesn’t know where love has gone
She says it must be youth
That keeps us feeling strong
See it in her face, that’s turned to ice
And when she smiles she shows
The lines of sacrifice
And now I know what they’re saying
When the sun begins to fade
And we made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Father made my history
He fought for what he thought
Would set us somehow free
He taught me what to say in school
I learned off by heart
But now that’s torn in two
And now I know what they’re saying
In the music of the parade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Born on different sides of life
We feel the same
And feel all of this strife
So come to me when I’m asleep
Well cross the line
And dance upon the street
And now I know what they’re saying
When the drums begin to fade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Oh, turn around and Ill be there
There’s a scar through my heart
But Ill bare it again
I thought? we were the human race
But we were just another border-line-case
And the stars reach down and tell us
That there’s always one escape
I don’t know where love has gone
And in this trouble land
Desperation keep us strong
Fridays child is full of soul
With nothing left to lose
There’s everything to go
And now I know what they’re are saying
Its a terrible beauty we’ve made
So we make our love on? Wasteland
And through the barricades
Now I know what they’re are saying
As hearts go to their graves
We made our love on? Wasteland
And through the barricades."
Labels:
Amal,
Civil War,
IDF,
Lebanon,
Mourabiton,
Music,
PLO,
SLA,
Spandau Ballet,
Syria
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2 comments:
No need for ear plugs ;-)
my grandfather whas prime minister
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