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By Blakk Rasta ft. Fiifi Selah
Alright, this is a special one… alright
Vampires, hypocrites and parasites, unugwey!
Rest in peace Muammar al Gaddafi, my hero... Huh!
Ay yay, ay yay, ay yay, ay yay-yay-yay-yay-yay, I cry
Gaddafi, Gaddafi is gone…oh no, oh why?
Ay yay, ay yay, ay yay, ay yay-yay-yay-yay-yay, I cry
Gaddafi, Gaddafi is gone…oh no, oh why? Gaddafi oh.
He was my bredda, my father and my friend [Oh why? Gaddafi oh]
So tell me why and how and who? [Oh why? Gaddafi oh]
He was a man so strong and bold [Oh why? Gaddafi oh]
So Bismillah al-Rahman al-Rahim, [Oh why? Gaddafi oh.]
They were the best of friends Zapatero, Berlusconi and Sarkozy of France
Eat, dine and bunga bunga and flock together, they did like birds
Handshakes of treachery, hypocrisy and jealousy soon flooded the press
Popular uprising in Tunisia, Syria and Egypt rustled the nest
They planted rats and cockroaches to rebel against Gaddafi
And cause a blunderous historical mess
In a twinkling of an eye, the eating, the dining
And the bunga bunga must be suppressed
And the birds put together to rest
Having been replaced by drones from America, Italy, France and the rest... Huh!
What a shame! It’s a shame! A big shame! Kai! A shame! Yes!
While the toothless bulldog of an African Union sat and watched so powerlessly
Libya was ransacked by mafias and ninjas so vehemently
What was his crime?
He wanted the African currency for his oil
He wanted to pay the price
He was slaughtered like a dog on his own soil
He rejected the Arab League and flocked with his African identity
He regretted his past and wanted to see Africa in total sanity
Muammar Al Gaddafi was a threat to western, hypocritical capitalists
Free food, shelter, healthcare and education, he gave to his people
As a champion of all African socialists. Huh!
Ay yay, ay yay, ay yay, ay yay-yay-yay-yay-yay, I cry
Gaddafi, Gaddafi is gone…oh no, oh why?
Ay yay, ay yay, ay yay, ay yay-yay-yay-yay-yay, I cry
Gaddafi, Gaddafi is gone…oh no, oh why? Gaddafi oh.
Who pulled the trigger, tell me, who killed Gaddafi?
Who pulled the trigger, tell me, who killed Gaddafi?
Who pulled the trigger, tell me, who killed Gaddafi?
Two wrongs don't make no right
Nation ah rise against nation, I ah see in ah Ible Revelation
Babylon supports the rebel commotion causing economic degradation
Africa take care of your problems!
We no need no NATO fi come solve them
Kill Gaddafi and you think you done?... Oh no!
You ignite the fire in African son...
Tell me! Who pulled the trigger, tell me, who killed Gaddafi?
Two wrongs don't make no right.
Ay yay, ay yay, I cry ay yay, ay yay-yay-yay-yay-yay, I cry
Gaddafi, Gaddafi is gone…oh no, oh why?
Ay yay, ay yay, I cry ay yay, Murderers! ay yay-yay-yay-yay-yay, I cry
Gaddafi, Gaddafi is gone…oh no, oh why? Gaddafi oh.
He was my bredda, my father and my friend [Oh why? Gaddafi oh.]
So tell me why and how and who? [Oh why? Gaddafi oh.]
He was a man so strong and bold [Oh why? Gaddafi oh.]
Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Blakk Rasta. Coming to us all the way from Ghana, you have found the least painful way for me to reflect upon the assassination of Muammar Al Gaddafi. My heart and lips have been sealed. Nothing else that anyone has said for or against that act has been able to penetrate the deep silence that my mind instinctively erected around this event. I forget nothing though, not the reports, not the photos, not the videos of his horrific end. I suspect that many others felt the same in silence and no matter what our opinions were about the man we would never, even in our basest moments, have reacted like this. But this is precisely what is now lurching towards Syria and nothing apart from what happened to Saul on the road to Damascus will stop the beast.
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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so."I am calling to the millions of people from one side of the Sahara desert to the other. And I will march with the masses to purge Libya, inch by inch, house by house, street by street, individual by individual until the country is purged of all impurities. We will not allow to Libya to be lost for no reason. .... Would you believe the ------ about my going to Venezuela? As if I would leave the remains of Abdelsalem Abu Mynar fallen martyr in 1911 and go to Venezuela? (Gadhafi's grandfather died resisting Italian invasion.) Would you believe this? Didn't they just lie to you saying that I have left for Venezuela? Well. ... Here I am! Arab news networks (Aljazeera) are your biggest enemy. They are gloating at you, they want you to destroy your oil wealth, destroy your freedom, destroy people power, destroy Libya. Who will no longer be a world fortress. They are wrathful towards you. This is why they are doing what they do. God bless you my brothers in Qatar. God bless you my brothers in Qatar. (sarcasm) Is this the end of the journey? Is this the communion we shared? Is this the brotherhood between us? You bring your oppression and all things upon us? Instead of being on our side, you decide to be against us? In whose interest? By God, in whose interest? You may regret it one day... when regret will serve no purpose... He who lives in a house made of glass shouldn't be throwing stones. Who do you think you are? The hour of hard work is upon us. The hour of our march is here. The hour of our victory is here. No retreat. Forward we go. ... Forward we go. ... REVOLUTION! REVOLUTION!"
Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.
Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare
3 comments:
I love this song, thanks so much for posting this and transcribing it.
It is a hugely welcome alternative to the shrill, depraved demonization by extremists who will deny that Gaddafi ever did a single thing that was even remotely positive.
I am glad to see that others look past the canonized hysteria and have a better grasp of the truth.
Max, thanks for your comment. I know what you mean. Shakespeare knew also. As Mark Anthony in "Julius Caesar" said:
"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;...
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me."
Many times an artist comes along and gives expression to and releases the feelings which we have been repressing. I thank Blakk Rasta for this and I am especially proud that this came from one of Gaddafi's African brothers. I am curious now to discover if any of those in his country have been able to acknowledge him in a similar fashion, or any of those around the world who were inspired by his vision or directly benefited from his generosity.
Blessings
UPDATE: May 4, 2012
"Libya's ruling National Transitional Council has criminalised the glorification of slain leader Moamar Gaddafi and his regime." Read more...
Well, Libya, how's that "democracy" thing working out for you?
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