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gon - art of absence (second story) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: gon]
dear sir, i cannot state your name
cause i’m afraid the regime might find the place you stay
and it remains the same
i mean the law from the labor pains
to now, till the day they came and took you from me
or when i heard the good news
you did it like a crook do
and pushed through running
keep running
the family wish they could do something
they’ve been banning every book
you’ve published. we love it
and it’s been 25 years since the day
and i’m aging and maybe it’s cause i miss your eyes
i have since turned blind but i picture my
little son with his sons and their sisters
why do they ask about ibrahim?
last time the kids had seen him
he was fixing a car for his dad went to tripoli
so stop worrying it’s only been a week
he isn’t missing, he’s–
oh who am i kidding? we’re

[hook]
dying, too keep you from this pain
are you crying? you know that i’m to blame
and i miss you. but it’s over now

[verse 2: gon]
dear ma’am, i cannot state your name
cause i’m afraid the regime might raid the place you stay
but it stays the same
i mean the vacant sp-ce
that had formed in the hearts since the day
they came and took me from you
it could be the good keep humble
while crooks sleep in good deep slumber
and every line i wrote in books speaks subtle
i’d much rather find a foe to put these guns to
trigger pull and put these slugs through
for everything they’ve put these sons through
good grief! undo
this regime is obscene
twisted wicked greed, sickening grief
living (?) prison ibrahim’s missing
wish that i could knock his block off
just for (?) all wrong. call me lost dog
you’ll be bits n’ kibbles
difference is:
he relies on fear which is all gone
and we’re relying on god when we lift a pistol

[hook]
dying, too keep you from this pain
are you crying? you know that i’m to blame
and i miss you. but it’s over now

[verse 3: gon]
2-1-7
the proof of the truth unquestioned
it’s fuel and the fuel runs engines
devil’s melting smells like metal (?)
men in yellow helmets
failed to get us helpless, please
this is libya, clips & guns giving us
power back, cowards ran, our flag lift it up!
you say to stop sending nato when we fall here
see if you can offer the patience and the dark air
just pontificating in an armchair
there is no articulating in the cross-hairs
there is only god, our grace and our cause here
so if you want a part you can play then come and walk here
or rip a heart bare, show us that you all share
a call to oust them, shout it louder keep the jaw clear
words we don’t want here: war-torn, desolate, 1984
orwellian rebellion

[hook]
dying, too keep you from this pain
are you crying? you know that i’m to blame
and i miss you. but it’s over now

- gon

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