The Beduin could not look for God within him: he was too sure that he was within God.
quote by T.E. Lawrence
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Sphinx-Money
Where Pyramids and temple-wrecks are piled
Confusedly on camel-coloured sands,
And the mute Arab motionlessly stands,
Like some swart god who never wept or smiled,--
I picked up mummy relics of the wild
(And sea-shells once with clutching baby hands),
And felt a wafture from old Motherlands,
And all the morning wonder of a Child
To find Sphinx-money. So the Beduin calls
Small fossils of the waste. Nay, poet's gold;
'Twill give thee entrance to those rites of old,
When hundred-gated Thebes, with storied walls,
Gleamed o'er her Plain, and vast processions rolled
To Amon-Ra through Karnak's pillared halls.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Dirty Dirty East
[Intro]
Okay this one
Goes out to all the people living a dirty life style
You know what I'm saying
Dirty dirty east
Y'all mean south
Naah east playa
Dirty dirty east
Sure it aint south
Naah east playa
Still got love for the south though
North, west & east coast
Bang y'all heads to this beat fool
Gon' ride in the night while we popping them collars
[Rapverse1 (Lenny)]
Soy montuno cien por ciento
Una guitarra es lo que tengo
Cada manana estoy contento
Cada noche le canto al viento
El cantar de los cantores
Hace llorar a los mayores
Yo te regalo mis canciones
Remedio a los dolores
De oriente a occidente
Gente vamos ya
Del sur al norte
Mis guajiros a gozar
A si que oye como va
Mi ritmo
Ponte tu a bailar
Es outland
[Translation:]
I'm highlander hundred per cent
A guitar is the only thing I have
Every morning I'm so happy
Coz every night I sing to the wind
The song of folksingers
Make the grown cry
I give you my songs
As a remedy to the pain
From Orient to Occident
People come on now
From the south to the north
My guajiros lets get lose
Now listen how it goes
My rhythm
Get up and get your groove on
This is outland
[Chorus]
Well it's the dirty dirty east y'all
That's my peeps y'all
Watch the beast
If you don't belly that ass he gon' get ya fast
Dirty dirty east
Where's the meat y'all
Watch the grill
We gon' get our eat on
[Rapverse2 (Waqas)]
Pass that bread I'm starving y'all
Can I borrow your bird and make a call
Dirty east life style baby you know
Im that Beduin thug that's running the show
No cash flow still having blast,
Shaking my ass not forgetting my path
My desert caddie cruising streets
I don't pimp hoes I pimp sheep
Pass that waterpipe
I want my high tonight
Life is hard out of sight
Struggle on make it tight
Hey girlfriend can I have some water
At the well I caught her
9 sons and a daughter we share
Making it clear from the dirty dirty
[Bridge]
Oye com ova
La raza
Ponte tu a bailar
It's outland
[Chorus]
[Rapverse3 (Isam)]
Yeah!
My moms chose my wife
Got it all arranged
I love my mommy cuz she takes care of everything
Without her everyday journey to and from the well
There wouldn't be no water whole village would be looking hell
Enough bragging she got me a pretty girl
You don't need to work
Just help my moms in the kitchen world
And every second year we'll make a baby or baby twins
Don't worry girl ya know my mom's gon' baby-sit
Never depend on me, it depends on my family
That's how we do it's gangsta, how it always be
You don't know me but ey!... we got a whole life's
Under the family tree, eating dates in moonlight
You to me is like what water is to sea ya know
I take it that my moms already told you about the gold
So let me put this henna on ya hand and do the vow
Oh tell ya pops not to worry, I threw in the cow
[Break]
All my thug moros let me hear you say oye oye
And to the sisters if you with me holla uy uy
[Chorus]
song performed by by Outlandish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Beautiful Beeshareen Boy
Beautiful, black-eyed boy,
O lithe-limbed Beeshareen!
Face that finds no maid coy,
Page for some peerless queen:
Some Orient queen of old,
Sumptuous in woven gold,
Close-clinging fold on fold,
Lightning, with gems between.
Bred in the desert, where
Only to breathe and be
Alive in living air
Is finest ecstasy;
Where just to ride or rove,
With sun or stars above,
Intoxicates like love,
When love shall come to thee.
Thy lovely limbs are bare;
Only a rag, in haste,
Draped with a princely air,
Girdles they slender waist.
And gaudy beads and charms,
Dangling from neck and arms,
Ward off dread spells and harms
Of Efreets of the waste.
Caressed of wind and sun,
Across the white-walled town
Fawnlike we saw thee run,
Light Love in Mocha brown!
Wild Cupid, without wings,
Twanging thy viol strings;
With crocodiles and rings
Bartered for half a crown.
Spoilt darling of our bark,
Smiling with teeth as white
As when across the dark
There breaks a flash of light.
And what a careless grace
Showed in thy gait and pace;
Eyes starlike in a face
Sweet as a Nubian night!
Better than Felt or Fez,
High on thy forehead set,
Countless in lock and tress,
Waved a wild mane of jet.
Kings well might envy thee
What courts but rarely see,
Curls of rich ebony
Coiled in a coronet.
Lo--in dim days long since--
The strolling Almehs tell,
Thou shouldst have been a prince,
Boy of the ebon fell!
If truth the poet sings,
Thy tribe, oh Beduin, springs
From those lost tribes of Kings,
Once Kings in Israel.
Ah me! the camp-fires gleam
Out yonder, where the sands
Fade like a lotos dream
In hollow twilight lands.
Our sail swells to the blast,
Our boat speeds far and fast,
Farewell! And to the last
Smile, waving friendly hands.
* * * * * *
From England's storm-girt isle,
O'er seas where seagulls wail,
Rocked on the rippling Nile,
We drift with drooping sail.
On waters hushed at night,
Where stars of Egypt write
In hieroglyphs of light
Their undeciphered tale.
Forlorn sits Assouan;
Where is her boy, her pride?--
Now in the lamplit Khan,
Now by the riverside,
Or where the Soudanese,
Under mimosa trees,
Chaunt mournful melodies,
We've sought him far and wide.
Oh, desert-nurtured Child,
How dared they carry thee,
Far from thy native Wild,
Across the Western Sea?
Packed off, poor boy, at last,
With many a plaster cast
Of plinth and pillar vast,
And waxen mummies piled!
Ah! just like other ware,
For a lump sum or so
Shipped to the World's great Fair--
To big Chicago Show!
With mythic beasts and things,
Beetles and bulls with wings,
And imitation Sphinx,
Ranged row on curious row!
Beautiful, black-eyed boy;
Ah me! how strange it is
That thou, the desert's joy,
Whom heavenly winds would kiss,
With Ching and Chang-hwa ware,
Blue pots and bronzes rare,
Shouldst now be over there
Shown at Porkopolis.
Gone like a lovely dream,
Child of the starry smile;
Gone from the glowing stream
Glassing its greenest isle!
We've sought, but sought in vain;
Thou wilt not come again,
Never for bliss or pain,
Home to thy orphaned Nile.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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