The Roma
The Roma
Roma my beloved people, millions of your kind died during
the Nazis brutal regime, no memorial was erected for you.
Disliked and shunted from pillar to post, your way of life,
so different from ours. When you cross a devastated Europe
It makes no difference to you as you always have lived in
city dumps and on derelict land. Sing for me Roma of you
longing for peace and acceptance that was not given to you
when Europe was rich. The land bound will envy you
because they cannot do as you. Their need is to occupy
a piece of mother of earth and say; all this is mine.” They
cannot let go and be free. Sing for me Roma tell me how it
feels to be hunted and despised simply because you chose
your own way in live.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Fake The Aroma
(vowles, del naja, marshall, thaws, norfolk, locke)
You sure you wanna be with me Ive nothing to give
Dont lie and say this lovins best
Dont leave us in emotional place
Take a walk take a rest now take a rest
I seen ya diggin a hole in ya neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be see-through
See through money like its paper
With faces I remember
I drink on a daily basis though it seldom calms my temper
Ya leave me in peace, ya leave me in pieces
I walking through the suburbs
Were not exactly lovers
Your a couple specially
When your bodys double
Duplicate and then you wait for the next kuwait
So karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Deflowering my baby are you my baby mate
I must be crazy you see Im swayze
You diggin a hole in ya neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy must be lazy
I seen ya
The fire that rises in me
The daisy ? ? ? dwindle
? ? ? like a jungle in decline
My time has been so wasteful
I never fight time
Deflowering my baby are you my baby mate
My baby
Deflowering my baby are you my baby mate
I must be crazy I know youre lazy
So karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
Karmacoma what jamaica an roma
song performed by by Massive Attack
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To William Shelley.
(With what truth may I say--
Roma! Roma! Roma!
Non e piu come era prima!)
I.
My lost William, thou in whom
Some bright spirit lived, and did
That decaying robe consume
Which its lustre faintly hid,--
Here its ashes find a tomb,
But beneath this pyramid
Thou art not—if a thing divine
Like thee can die, thy funeral shrine
Is thy mother’s grief and mine.
II.
Where art thou, my gentle child?
Let me think thy spirit feeds,
With its life intense and mild,
The love of living leaves and weeds
Among these tombs and ruins wild;--
Let me think that through low seeds
Of sweet flowers and sunny grass
Into their hues and scents may pass
A portion--
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Andalusian
My Andalusian
Spanish Horse Boy
That Europe wants cast from places too wet and damp
that actual humans can't inhabit
I can teach you how to be more human
But your grass grains kept my Elders alive
And they covered for you when they ran into the night with their diamonds.
Your eyes are such dark pearls
Your mouth is as dark pink as a berry-freshly picked
Your face is gold shone blown from the air.
My Andalusian
Horse Spanish Boy
My Pygmalion ways
would cause catastrophe: for you are pure art.
Yes, that I would live in your treehouses
Yes, that I would play guitar with one string
And learn all your dances
and leave my best dresses behind.
But Roma, Roma, Roma!
You have no home state, no country to make demands from
And they are not impressed with flamenco music
or the special way your women wash their hair with flowers.
Europe pretends to be strong against every gypsy who has broken horses.
I would walk down that road with you
I would walk right in the middle
to be with my Spanish Boy Horse
to show him we are all galaxies and roads are paved with pastness.
I would walk down that main road for you.
But you have no diamond for me.
Still, I would love you from afar
My Andalusian
Spanish Boy.
poem by Eli Spivakovsky
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Paul Polansky Sat In My Kitchen
Paul Polansky sat in my kitchen,
Eat pudding and drank black tea,
As if he were but a friend,
Who passing happened to be.
A man who worked so tirelessly
To help the Roma nation,
A far off name in a far off land,
Who for me was an inspiration.
And as we talked of politics
And culture, and history,
He was as I, and I as him,
As he chatted to Lubo and me.
Some say that God is far from this world
But I think that he is in
People like Polansky,
Though they’re human and subject to sin.
And you – and I – are like him!
Or can be, in what we do…
And we can find the that God himself
Resides within us too!
Everybody has a Kosovo
Your family may be your Roma nation…
Let God be seen in your deeds,
Let others find you an inspiration.
poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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I am a Pi pi robot
I am a Pi pi robot
I am gaga ol la
La ba
Babe
Be be bey bey
How I can claim you
Without
Time for a romance? ? ?
Your logic should be
Inevitable…..
How logically
I am good in a romance
Time and time
In the bottom
Of three dee (3D)
Dice dice
Crazy lazi romance….how three times
You loved me
And nazi with
A naaisist
Nazi nazist roma roma gag a ol ala
romance?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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The Road to Roma Jail
It's a long road, a cruel road, the road to Roma Jail,
birds in all the branches mocking as you pass,
the spiteful little soldier-bird, the stupid old jackass,
crying 'One, two three of them; riding head to tail'.
On the long road, the cruel road, the road to Roma Jail.
Crookedly the track runs beneath the grassy skies
silver shines the mulga, golden glows the plain,
Bullocks in the barley-grass start and stare again,
stockmen at the station-yars, watch the white dust rise,
but one man, jogging on, dare not raise his eyes.
Pride of life and wild blood, all must pay the toll,
stolen horses' mouths are hard as misers hearts
none knew where the end is once the journey starts,
and Steve rides a long ride to reach a bitter goal
where black imps, grinning imps, hover round his soul.
It's a long road, a cruel roaadm the road to roma Jail,
a trooper rides behind you, a tracker rides before,
your hands are tied, your head bowed, your heart and body sore,
and high above you in the blue the homing wood-duck sail,
on the long road, the cruel road, the road to Roma Jail
poem by Vance Palmer
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What is free time? I'm a single mother. My free moments are filled with loving my little girl.
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I lost my mother when I was very young, and my father when I was in college.
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I also know how to ask people for money and I have no shame about doing that.
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I'd love to do some bedtime stories for kids or that kind of thing. But with the demands of the shooting schedule and balancing the demands of being a single mother, it's a wonder you can squeeze in anything.
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A smile costs about $240.
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Karmacoma
Tricky
You sure you want to be with me
Ive nothing to give
Wont lie and say this lovins best
Leave us in emotional peace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest
3d
I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be seen to seen to
Money like its paper with faces I remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it seldom cools my temper
It never cools my temper
Tricky
Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
Youre a couple, specially when your bodys doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait
(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an roma (x4)
3d
You sure you want to be with me Ive nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest(x2)
Take a walk take a rest a taste of rest
Tricky
Dont want to be on top of your list
Phenomenally and properly kissed
We overcome in 60 seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When theres trust therell be treats
And when we funk well hear beats
(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an roma (x4)
3d
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, see Im swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy, must be lazy
Tricky
Dont wanna on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
3d
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
My baby
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, you must be lazy
(both)
Karmacoma, what? , jamaica an roma (x4)
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It is tradition in Ireland that you're given money for your first communion.
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If you have donated, these children may never know your name, but they will never forget your kindness.
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I'm the youngest of six children; both of my sisters are housewives and they each have four kids.
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This CD became something of a personal journey for me. The tone of the whole CD is uplifting and inspirational. It's an upper. We have enough downers in the world.
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I think Operation Smile is in more than 22 countries, mostly Third World. It just happened that my schedule opened up at the time they were heading to Vietnam.
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I have the soul of a singer and do splendidly in the shower but the world will never hear it. Basically, I'm the only Irish person who can't carry a tune.
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We were the laughingstock of that first season... It was with great relish several years later that I received a TV Guide award for favorite actress on television.
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The Three Pilgrims
In days, when the fruit of men's labour was sparing,
And hearts were weary and nigh to break,
A sweet grave man with a beautiful bearing
Came to us once in the fields and spake.
He told us of Roma, the marvellous city,
And of One that came from the living God,
The Virgin's Son, who in heavenly pity,
Bore for his people the rood and rod,
And how at Roma the gods were broken,
The new was strong, and the old nigh dead,
And love was more than a bare word spoken,
For the sick were healed and the poor were fed;
And we sat mute at his feet, and hearkened:
The grave men came in an hour and went,
But a new light shone on a land long darkened;
The toil was weary, the fruit was spent:
So we came south, till we saw the city,
Speeding three of us, hand in hand,
Seeking peace and the bread of pity,
Journeying out of the Umbrian land;
Till we saw from the hills in a dazzled coma
Over the vines that the wind made shiver,
Tower on tower, the great city Roma,
Palace and temple, and winding river:
And we stood long in a dream and waited,
Watching and praying and purified,
And came at last to the walls belated,
Entering in at the eventide:
And many met us with song and dancing,
Mantled in skins and crowned with flowers,
Waving goblets and torches glancing,
Faces drunken, and grinned in ours:
And one, that ran in the midst, came near us-
'Crown yourselves for the feast,' he said,
But we cried out, that the God might hear us,
'Where is Jesus, the living bread?'
And they took us each by the hand with laughter;
Their eyes were haggard and red with wine:
They haled us on, and we followed after,
'We will show you the new God's shrine.'
Ah, woe to out tongues, that, forever unsleeping,
Harp and uncover the old hot care,
The soothing ash from the embers sweeping,
Wherever the soles of our sad feet fare.
Ah, we were simple of mind, now knowing,
How dreadful the heart of a man might be;
But the knowledge of evil is mighty of growing;
Only the deaf and the blind are free.
We came to a garden of beauty and pleasure-
It was not the way that our own feet choose-
Where a revel was whirling in many a measure,
And the myriad roar of a great crowd rose;
And the midmost round of the garden was reddened
With pillars of fire in a great high ring-
One look-and our souls forever were deadened,
Though our feet yet move, and our dreams yet sting;
For we saw that each was a live man flaming,
Limbs that a human mother bore,
And a thing of horror was done, past naming,
And the crowd spun round, and we saw no more.
And he that ran in the midst, descrying,
Lifted his hand with a foul red sneer,
And smote us each and the other, crying,
'Thus we worship the new God here.
'The Caesar comes, and the peoples paeans
Hail his name for the new made light,
Pitch and the flesh of the Galileans,
Torches fit for a Roman night;'
And we fell down to the earth, and sickened,
Moaning, three of us, head by head,
'Where is He, whom the good God quickened?
Where is Jesus, the living bread?'
Yet ever we heard, in the foul mirth turning,
Man and woman and child go by,
And ever the yells of the charred men burning,
Piercing heavenward, cry on cry:
And we lay there, till the frightful revel,
Died in the dawn with a few short moans,
Of some that knelt in the wan and level
Shadows, that fell from the blackened bones.
Numb with horror and sick with pity,
The heart of each as an iron weight,
We crept in the dawn from the awful city,
Journeying out of the seaward gate.
The great sun came from the sea before us;
A soft wind blew from the scented south;
But our eyes knew not of the steps that bore us
Down to the ships at the Timber's mouth;
And we prayed then, as we turned our faces
Over the sea to the living God,
That our ways might be in the fierce bare places,
Where never the foot of a live man trod:
And we set sail in the noon, not caring
Whether the prow of the dark ship came,
No more over the old ways faring;
For the sea was cold, but the land was flame:
And the keen ship sped, and a deadly coma
Blotted away from our eyes forever,
Tower on tower, the great city Roma,
Palace and temple and yellow river.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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