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Melilla
03:26
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Artaud
03:24
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Primitive /Annoyed / Horror of things/ Unpardonable horror of things /I'm that primitive unhappy with the horror of things (words inspired by Antonin Artaud)
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War
03:45
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Soldiers arrived in the area/ They were asking for IDs… At the beginning we didn't understand / On the first days, soldiers arrived in the neighbourhood/ they've started asking for IDs and patrolling all day/ On the radio, no one was talking about it, on TV, silence as well/ At the beginning, we didn't understand/ Soldiers were knocking on doors, asking IDs et neighbours were disappearing/ Then there was the silence at night...fear & your indifference !
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Lava
04:09
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Europe sated / Let us in! (Lament ad aeternam)
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La Mer
05:12
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“Bismillah ir Rahman ir Rahim”/ Hated, dreadful Sea spares our life! / Hated, dreadful, Mediterranean Sea spares our life/ Just a sea to cross before Freedom/ In the distance, I can see the European coasts/ My eyes hold on the skyline/ A sea to cross before freedom/ This sea is deadly.
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Desert Song
02:34
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Each step, I'm born. Each step, I live / Dance burning Sun/ the caravan moves slowly forward dragging emaciated, thirsty, famished bodies/ slow agony/ Each step I'm born. Each step, I shout my slow agony/ Dance burning Sun/ the caravan moves slowly forward, leaving emaciated, mutilated bodies, collapsing, in agony/ Each step, I'm born. Each step, I survive the agony!
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Phone Recording
03:06
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Don't you know what I hear at night / don't you know that I'm fleeing from these shouts/ you don't understand what I'm looking for here/ you don't understand : forgetting these shouts/ Raped, beaten, sold & again/ Being treated like dogs, left with no rest (relentlessly) / our torturers wanted our heart wounded / Don't you know what I am looking for here? Don't you know that I want to forget/ Forget the shouts/ Raped, beaten, sold & again/ Find silence at night/ Find the night again/ and leave far away from me, these shouts.
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À Vif (ft. Moor Mother)
04:35
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Oh Poet, who will find the words ? / abandoned so many times, we thought we'll loose our mind/ throwing our feet randomly on the roads with no other mean than save our lives/ Oh Poet, who will find the words to dress our burns alive, branded us, poor animals !/ Poet, where are the words ? Us, heroic beasts, in search of a shelter, some rest & an ephemeral peace far from pain & destitution, and soon, we'll see our flock growing / Oh Poet, tell me the words / Moor Mother's Words/ Our gaping wounds, we dance in the night & the fire burns us / we go in the night & the fire burns us / Oh Poet find the words to put out this violent indifference done to this humanity hand over all cruelties/ Heroic Animals of Misery/ We dance in the night & the fire burns us / We walk in the night & the fire burns us/ And yet, we love, and yet, we live! / Heroic Animals of Misery thrown on the earth we refuse arbitrariness and dance in the night while fire is burning us/ we dance in the night while fire is burning us !
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