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| Paintings by Tarek Chemaly |
For some cause the tune is just not leaving my mind nowadays.
بدنا نكمل بللي بقيو
Right here. Taken from the Rahbani play “Jbal Al Souwan”.
We will go on with those that stay.
The tune jogs my memory of the warfare. By warfare I imply the 1975-1990 one – not the opposite iterations. As a result of Sawt Loubnan (Voix du Liban) would play it on a regular basis.
Here’s a former writing about Fairouz and the warfare (initially right here).
It’s Fairouz once more on the radio. She comes steadily between information flashes. The ex- militia man as soon as contemplated that Fairouz was a foul omen for the “boys on the entrance”, each time she was on the radio 100 of them have been killed. Somebody replied that it was the other that was true: It was when 100 “boys” have been killed that radio stations performed songs by fairouz. They by no means did resolve that one. Similar to many different issues stayed unresolved. I all the time wanted a straw for my bottle of “Crush”, it was too dangerous for me to drink straight from the bottle.
There isn’t any sense explaining to you why the warfare flashbacks are going again to my thoughts. Everyone knows why. And that unbelievable feeling of each, euphoria and powerlessness. Of lacking normalcy, when the irregular turns into regular and now we have to reside with it on each day foundation. Of madness masquerading as every day life as I look forward to the bread vendor who is available in his van and attempt to protect my aged father or mother from how dangerous the night time was in Beirut.
