Kurdish Radio
Echoes of Struggle: Unveiling the Layers in 'Kurdish Radio'
Lyrics
In youth I lay awake to the colorless man on my TV
In my youth, I stayed awake watching a colorless man on my TV.
He spoke of a desert land one where they look a bit like me
He talked about a desert land where people resemble me.
And with a malaise voice, he spoke of said coming atrocities
With a dispirited voice, he discussed impending atrocities.
I fall asleep at night tucked deep inside their imperial dreams
I fall asleep at night immersed in their imperialistic dreams.
Is love like Arab oil? Do we take take take 'til it's depleted?
Is love comparable to Arab oil? Do we exploit it until it's exhausted?
Is love like Arab oil? Do we die for someone else's scheme?
Is love like Arab oil? Do we sacrifice for someone else's agenda?
Years later I heard the cry like live here first on Kurdish radio
Years later, I heard the cry first on Kurdish radio.
Oh-oh, Kurdish radio, ah-ah
Oh-oh, Kurdish radio, ah-ah.
Black blood washes the concrete of my beloved city's streets
Black blood stains the pavements of my beloved city.
So quick we learn that there is no promise land by which they speaked
We quickly realize that the promised land they spoke of doesn't exist.
And on that day I heard the cry like live here first on Kurdish radio
On that day, I heard the cry first on Kurdish radio.
Oh-oh, Kurdish radio, ah-ah
Oh-oh, Kurdish radio, ah-ah.
The war is here
The war is present.
The war is there
The war is distant.
The war it's in your head
The war is in your mind.
The war it sparks revolution
The war ignites revolution.
Now every time I try I know the cry like Kurdish radio
Now, every time I try, I recognize the cry like Kurdish radio.
Oh-oh, ah-ahh, Kurdish radio, oh-oh, ah-ah
Oh-oh, ah-ahh, Kurdish radio, oh-oh, ah-ah.
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