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Guantánamo - جوانتانامو
14 songs from all around the world/chansons du monde entier/canciones del mundo intero/Lieder aus der ganzen Welt/canzoni dal mondo intero/canções do mundo inteiro/sånger från hela världen/أغنية من حول العالم
27/07/2007


http://chroniquedeguantanamo.blogspot.com


Patti Smith (rock)

Without Chains, a song on Murat Kurnaz
For four long years
I wasn't a man
dreaming chained
with the lights on
in another world
a netherworld
four long years
with nothing
to say
thoughts impure
at Guantanamo Bay

now I'm learning
to walk
without chains
I'm learning
to walk
without chains
learning to walk
without chains
without chains
without chains

born in bremen
played guitar
a young apprentice
building ships
loved and married
heard the call
is attaining wisdom
a pursuit of fools
journeyed to Pakistan
to breathe the Koran
taken in custody
no reason why
then a prison camp
as an enemy
Combatant

(Chorus)

Languished in a cell
Four years and a day
Then flown home
A version of free
Chained to the floor
With eyes bound
One last humiliation
left to endure
they say I walk
strange
that may be so
its been a long time
since I walked at all

now I'm learning
to walk
without chains
to talk
without chains
to breathe
without chains
to love etc...
without chains
without chains
without chains

Seize The Day (Folk) 
 Do the Shackle Shuffle at Club X-Ray


Sami Yusuf & Isam Bachiri /Outlandish (Nasheed/Hip Hop)
Try not to cry
Abu Ghraib, Palestine, Guantanamo :  a song about the  condition of Muslims,  (English + Español) (from the album My Ummah, 2005)

You, you’re not aware
That we’re aware
Of your despair
Don’t show your tears
To your oppressor
Don’t show your tears

CHORUS:
Try not to cry little one
You’re not alone
I’ll stand by you
Try not to cry little one
My heart is your stone
I’ll throw with you

Isam:
‘Ayn Jalut where David slew Goliath
This very same place that we be at
Passing through the sands of times
This land’s been the victim of countless crimes
From Crusaders and Mongols
to the present aggression
Then the Franks, now even a crueller oppression
If these walls could speak,
imagine what would they say

For me in this path that I walk on
there's only one way
Bullets may kill, bones may break
Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

CHORUS

You, you’re not aware
That we’re aware
Of your despair
Your nightmares will end
This I promise, I promise

CHORUS

Lenny:
No llores, no pierdas la fe
La sed la calma el que haze
Agua de la arena
Y tu que te levantas con orgullo entre las piedras
Haz hecho mares de este polvo
Don’t cry, don’t lose faith
The one who made water come out of the sand
Is the one who quenches the thirst
And you who rise proud from between the stones
Have made oceans from this dust

Waqas:
I throw stones at my eyes
’cause for way too long they’ve been dry
Plus they see what they shouldn’t from oppressed babies to thighs
I throw stones at my tongue
’cause it should really keep its peace
I throw stones at my feet
’cause they stray and lead to defeat
A couple of big ones at my heart
’cause the thing is freezing cold
But my nafs is still alive
and kicking unstoppable and on a roll
I throw bricks at the devil so I’ll be sure to hit him
But first at the man in the mirror
so I can chase out the venom

Isam:
Hmm, a little boy shot in the head
Just another kid sent out to get some bread
Not the first murder nor the last
Again and again a repetition of the past
Since the very first day same story
Young ones, old ones, some glory
How can it be, has the whole world turned blind?
Or is it just ’cause it’s only affecting my kind?!
If these walls could speak,
imagine what would they say
For me in this path that I walk on
there’s only one way
Bullets may kill, bones may break
Still I throw stones like David before me and I say

CHORUS

GUANTANAMO: STOP THEM (rap)
ελληνικά, English, Español, italiano, français

5 LANGUAGES, 1 SONG, LETS UNITE OUR VOICES TO STOP THE TERROR. LET'S UNITE OUR VOICES TO STOP THAT MADNESS.

Πάμε παρέα, αδερφέ μου, μη κάνεις κράτη.
Το έχω άχτι να περάσω απ' τον συρμάτινο φράκτη
και τον ήλιο να θαμπώσω για λίγο,
να μη μας πάρουν χαμπάρι όσο θ' ανοίγω και θα πνίγω
στης γης τα ρήγματα, τα πιο όμορφα κρίματα,
ζωής θελήματα, της φτώχειας γεννήματα,
μονάκριβα ποιήματα και δίπλα στα θύματα
η παρέα μου ίχνη αφήνει, και πατήματα
Πάμε...

Υο! Noi non vogliamo Bush, il figlio di papa.
Non vogliamo questa guerra che e contro l'umanita.
Noi prenderemo il sole, il sole e la liberta,
sulla spiaggia di Guantanamo il vento ci portera.

Τρομάξτε τους ήδη φοβισμένους δεσμώτες
με λόγια και νότες κι οι ατσάλινες πόρτες
ραγίζουν κι οι ταπεινοί τα ουράνια αγγίζουν,
δυο πύρινα μάτια και πύργους γκρεμίζουν.
Πάμε...

A Guantanamo in gabbia c' e anche gente innocente,
gente presa a caso che non c' entra niente.
Dove sono i processi? Le prove? I diritti?
Noi non stiamo zitti, non stiamo zitti.

Falso, falso, falso, falso grande capo,
sei un capo solo col fucile puntato.
Non ti rispetta piu nessuno ormai nel mondo.
Guantanamo e la guerra non nascondono il tramonto.
Noi non vogliamo Bush e faraoni pr**atori,
petrolieri ricoperti di rubini e ori.
Noi non vogliamo Bush che coltiva il terrore -
ultima spiaggia e speranza per restare al potere.
Schiacciati in fondo al mondo come sardine
eppure ancora vedi che l'umanita combatte e vive.
Questo canto vola, oltre oceani e colline
dove un nuovo mondo sorge e per voi c' e scritto: "Fine".

Lets wonder, lets fly, lets find us
in Guantanamo and free the fire.

Πάμε σαν διψασμένα πουλιά
μέχρι το Γκουαντανάμο
να πάρουμε τη φωτιά

How can we free the prisoners of war,
from indefinite detention down in Cuba?
I feel sorry for the innocent ones who suffer,
so we dedicate this one to all world leader.
If you live in a glass house, don't throw stones.
What gives you the right to invade people's homes?
Terrorism is something that we can't condone,
but there is more than one reason why the towers came down.

Πάμε σαν διψασμένα πουλιά
μέχρι το Γκουαντανάμο
να πάρουμε τη φωτιά

Vamos aser lo imposible
por una vez mas como embieja saga
con un tripulacion puro la roja armada
que viene de los sinquo orizontes del mundo.
Curagaro deada da aqua
y ensima las barreras enr**al istorias
nosostros quon allas de barro y las palabras ammos
libertaremos el fuego en Guantanamo.

Je repense aux images des prisons de Guantanamo
Des hommes dans des cages, traites comme des animaux
En detention ... loin de Geneve et ses conventions
Certains sont innocents de toutes ces accusations

Faire subir aux autres ce qu'on n'aime pas subir
C'est comme ca qu'ils poussent les terroristes a agir
Je dis Attention !!! Car je sens monter la tension
Ces provocations auront de graves repercussions

Nos dirigeants passent leur temps a semer le vent
Quand vient la tempete, les tours tombent en miettes
Et qui ramassent les pots casses? C'est malheureusement
Nous ... toujours nous ... encore nous ... les innocents

Πάμε, φώναξε σ' όλους πως πάμε,
μιλάμε, αγαπάμε, νοιώθουμε και τα δεσμά τους σπάμε.
Ανταμώνουμε και σ' άλλη γλώσσα μιλάμε,
στου ονείρου την άκρη περνάμε.

Noi non vogliamo Bush, il figlio di papa.
Non vogliamo questa guerra che e contro l'umanita.
Noi prenderemo il sole, il sole e la liberta,
sulla spiaggia di Guantanamo il vento ci portera.
Non stiamo zitti...
Noi non vogliamo Bush...
Lets wonder, lets fly, lets find us
in Guantanamo and free the fire.
Πάμε σαν διψασμένα πουλιά
μέχρι το Γκουαντανάμο
να πάρουμε τη φωτιά.
Vamos como pajaros del fuego
en Guantanamo,
libertaramos el fuego
Des oiseaux ... volent vers les terres
De Guantanamo ... l'ile de l'enfer
Πάμε σαν διψασμένα πουλιά
μέχρι το Γκουαντανάμο
να πάρουμε τη φωτιά.
Lets wonder, lets fly, lets find us
in Guantanamo and free the fire.



Phat Pharaoh (rap)
Guantanamo



GUANTANAMO! - Bush song parody from versusplus.com
A musical parody of the Alan Jay Lerner/Frederick Loewe song "Camelot." This parody is about the Cuban front in the war on terror and the Bush Administration's disregard of the Constitution, the Geneva Conventions, civil rights and human rights. For more great political musical parodies, visit VERSUS -- where politics and culture do their time in rhyme - at
http://versusplus.com

 
The US Administration embarrassed by the sery of suicides at Guantánamo
- The next one who attempts suicide will be condemned to death !
- A trial, at last !

Ras Nas (Reggae)
Guantanamo
Video" recorded live at NRK P2 (Norwegian Broadcasting Corporation) on 18th April 2007. The song "Guantanamo" is one of the track in the upcoming Ras Nas CD "Dar-es-Salaam". Ras Nas is a musician and poet from Tanzania 

Sing-a-long! Guantanamo Bay Song
A song gently mocking the all around absurdity that is Guantanamo Bay. Sung in a slight Beach Boys style because the actual name sounds like a nice place to visit... like 'Cocomo Bay' etc.


Do you have a job for me ?
Vous avez un travail pour moi ?

Reinhard Mey (German Folk/Reggae)
Es ist alles ok in Guantanamo Bay  



Barry Kerr

Gitmo Bay (Celtic)
From infowars.net & prisonplanet.com

 
Restraint Chair used to force-feed hungerstriking prisoners at Guantánamo
Chaise de contention utilisée pour nourrir de force les prisonniers en grève de la faim à Guantánamo

Purple Nurple (Cardiff) (Rock)
Welcome to Guantanamo Bay
A song we wrote, and recorded. If you're wondering about the disguises, we don't like cameras. We're not pretty people.


Naji Benaji, Maroc

Matt Lappin (Folk)
Guantanamo Bay
A song performed during the comedy show "Fuck Monkeys Unite" on March 23, 2007

Jusqu'ici j'ai repêché les restes de deux Corans, une Loi des droits, une Convention de Genève, un habeas corpus...Hé les mecs, vous n'avez jamais entendu parler de papaier hygiénique ?


Free David Hicks
David Hicks' plight depicted in song and cartoons, by Melbourne cartoonist Leigh Canny



REFUSE/ALL (Rock)
Have A Happy Holiday In Guantanamo Bay

 
Reprieve, by Deborah Clem

Watch
Close Guantanamo now!
Mash-up of the best videos sent to Make Some Noise as part of the "Close Guantanamo" campaign

 

Bad Boy of Guantanamo
by Peter Nicholson, cartoonist of The Australian newspaper
Click on the image to see animation


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