Hongkonger Gericht verbietet Protesthymne der Demokratiebewegung
Das Lied "Glory to Hong Kong" wurde während der Massenproteste 2019 zur Hymne der Demokratiebewegung. Die Regierung der Sonderverwaltungszone setzte jetzt vor Gericht ein Verbot des Protestsongs durch.
Under Sions kalla stjärna - Under Zion's cold stars song by Swedish activist and singer Björn Afzelius from 1988
As the world is getting excited about the Erdogan's latest PR trick to hide his 6 months of criminal complicity in the ongoing genocide in Gaza by supporting the "Flotilla 2" from Turkey to Gaza, sitting and listening to the song of my favorite Swedish singer late Björn Afzelius who wrote the song about a similar even in mid 80s to take a boat with many famous artists and activists from all around the world to Gaza from Greece.
It hurts, really hurts that the world has to witness once again the same thing we have seen so many times before, but hoping that the kids of today are stronger and more successful than we were, maybe they can finally help ending this ongoing criminal actions by the "chosen people" against the "human animals".
And I listened to it one more time, with tears in my eyes after watching the videos of families trying to identify remains of their loved one recovered from a mass grave at Nasser hospital in Khan Yunis. I listen to it as I did live in 1990, and so many times after that in the past 36 years and sadly, the news on the TV is the same, so is the reaction from the Israeli politicians and our beloved neutral high morality leaders.
We were flying over Saloniki
when the clouds drew apart
and we saw the Aegean Sea
clearly and distinctly.
It was a beauty without equal,
almost like a fairyland,
when we flew over
the Northern Sporades.
We rounded Piraeus
and landed in Athens.
The city lay there, white
and attractive, in the sun.
But I stopped next to a TV screen
which was in the arrival hall.
I wanted to see the latest news
from Jerusalem.
And under Zions cold stars
I saw small girls who fell,
with blood roses on their blouses
where the bullets penetrated in.
Under Zion's cold stars
I saw the same clear terror
which I remember
from Warsaw and Berlin.
I wanted to sail over the ocean,
down to Haifa from Athens,
with several hundred
deported Palestinians.
But it was hard to find a ship
which was for sale for something like that
because of the pressure by
the Greek government.
But I tried to cultivate myself,
waiting for information,
so I drove around a bit
in the neighborhood around Omonia.
I saw Bousouki dance in Plaka
I saw the worn out Parthenon
And every evening I saw the news
from Jerusalem.
And under Zion's cold stars
I saw small girls who fell
with blood roses on their blouses
where the bullets penetrated in.
Under Zion's cold stars
I saw the same clear terror
which I remember
from Warsaw and Berlin.
So they found a ship
in Larnaca on Cypress
And we spoke about our trip
half the night.
And we laughed hysterically
when the Israeli minister
stood and exhalted us
to the murderers on TV.
But we didn't laugh any longer
when we saw in the morning paper
that those who chartered the boat
were murdered the same night.
They had blown them into atoms
next to a row of their cars
So now we sat in front of the news
from Jerusalem.
And under Zion's cold stars
I saw small girls who fell,
with blood roses on their blouses
where the bullets penetrated in.
Under Zion's cold stars
I saw the same clear terror
which I remember
from Warsaw and Berlin.
We drank ourselves drunk at the hotel
among the quiet Palestineans
and among agents from Mossad
who bought postcards.
But everyone wanted to travel
There was, after all, one boat
and no one had the strength to count
those who had fallen.
So in the dawn came the information
we all knew would come
that the ship had exploded
in Larnaca.
So I traveled from Athens
with the tiredness of death in my heart.
And in the evening I saw the news
from Jerusalem..
Under Zion's cold stars
I saw small girls who fell,
with blood roses on the blouses
where bullets penetrated in.
Under Zion's cold stars
I saw the same clear terror
which I remember
from Warsaw and Berlin.
And under Zion's cold stars
I saw small girls who fell,
with blood roses on their blouses
where the bullets penetrated in.
Under Zion's cold stars
I saw the same clear terror
which I remember
from Warsaw and Berlin.
The Paisley weaver poet & songwriter: celebrating Robert Tannahill
17 May, Royal Society of Edinburgh – free
Dissenting from prevailing notions that label Robert Tannahill (1774–1810) as “sweetly sentimental”, Prof Fred Freeman's lecture positions Tannahill as a major poet who expanded the tradition of British “rationalist” pastoralism.
I was thinking about the present conditions of #India when I suddenly thought of revisiting this #movie by #SatyajitRay. "Hirak Rajar Deshe" (In the Land of the Diamond-King). Its portrayal of moving to dictatorial rule is dangerously accurate.
I really wanted to share this#song from the #film. It is in #bengali so I shall provide a translation.
I see such funny things in the world.
Everywhere I look, I am confused beyond words.
I can't make sense of this world.
Oh brother!
Look at the good fellows stuck in their dilapidated homes.
The evil one ascends the throne.
The wheat farmer can't manage two square meals.
The diamond mine's labours are living in poverty.
Oh Brother, how funny is our world!
The battle of #Culloden was fought #OTD, 16 April 1746. It has, unsurprisingly, left a significant imprint in the literature & culture of Scotland. A short 🧵
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John Buchan called FLEMINGTON—Violet Jacob’s 1911 novel of the 1745 #Jacobite rising & aftermath—“the best Scots #romantic novel since The Master of Ballantrae”
In “Highland Songs of the ’45”, the National Trust for Scotland shares original audio recordings of #Gaelic songs collected by archivist John Lorne Campbell from Canna
Experience the vibrant energy of city nights with our latest AI-generated synth-pop anthem, "High Heels." Dive into a world where dreams take flight, and the streets shimmer with glitter and neon lights. Join us on a journey of fashion, music, and unstoppable boldness as we dance through the city under the glowing skyline. With...
I'm looking for #song#recommendations for my company's #karaoke night in a few weeks. I've already decided that, while it would be fun, I'm not going to perform WAP. I'd like to try to get the DJ to help me do Never Gonna Give You Up without announcing it first.
What would you sing, if you were a middle aged white guy with no sense of embarrassment?
High Heels Song - Synth pop - Ai Music & Songs (www.youtube.com) Turkish
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