SPEECH (Juliano Mer-Khamis - posthumous):
We are facing the end of the destruction of the Palestinian people by the Israeli forces.
We are in a situation today
in which not only the political and economical infrastructure was destroyed.
There Israelis are destroying the neurological system of the society.

CHORUS (Shadia Mansour) x2:
The earth is moving counter-clockwise
and the world is losing its balance.
Tell me, where else is there for us to go?
We have to change!

VERSE 1 (Omar Offendum):
We no longer have a choice.
Anyone concerned w/ the world’s future should heed these words: 'La Dharar, wa a Dharar'
From the age of Omar Al-Faruq to the revolutions of Omar Al-Mukhtar.
These two sentences are what have helped us prosper.
My uncle, make a decision before you end up alone in the dust
or on the boat of life drifting between Al-Jazeera [the Island] & Al-Manar [the Lighthouse].
If you're confused, turn off your television.
And if you can't live without it, then God help you!
The twenty-first century began with earthquakes,
hurricanes, and bombs destroying the towers of Babel
The blood of the Arabs is still flowing but nobody ever cares.
And this our problem: we pile Fitna upon Fitna and we forgot our family.
Stop being selfish. Think of your brother.
Think of your father. Remember those who speak like you
so that your children and grandchildren can walk in your shade.
And if ever you feel your chest constricting,
just take a deep breath, my brother, and stand up and change!

CHORUS (Shadia Mansour):
The earth is moving counter-clockwise
and the world is losing its balance.
Tell me, where else is there for us to go?
We have to change!

VERSE 2 (Shadia Mansour) x2:
Whenever someone tries to stop me, he encourages me to do the opposite.
I’m the sister of men, but I’m the holder of a rightful claim.
How can I call myself a freedom fighter
if I turn away from the challenge and if I’m afraid of the word “no”?
Our society is on the West’s timezone: always late.
Whenever we take ____________________________.
The Palestinians have twenty centuries of history behind them.
Is my situation more saddening that the month of November?
I have hope in humanity,
but talking doesn’t benefit anyone and only answers us in our dreams.
I have hope in humanity,
but talking doesn’t benefit anyone and only answers us…
We are between two occupations:
the occupation of the brain and the occupation of the country.
No doubt that the road to equality
is complex, but our future is to begin
to free ourselves from mental slavery.

SPEECH (Juliano Mer-Khamis - posthumous):
Supporting the Palestinian in an active way, not sitting in these ritualistic endless discussions.
We want to uplift the ability of our expression and to deepen our own values
to be able to reach youth in English, Arabic, cinema, photography, theatre.
[Arabic]: The individual has the right to choose.

CHORUS (Shadia Mansour):
The earth is moving counter-clockwise
and the world is losing its balance.
Tell me, where else is there for us to go?
We have to change!

SPEECH (Juliano Mer-Khamis - posthumous):
We have to go to stand up again on our feet.
I’m calling for your support.

Rasasah (Verse 1)
My status is deformed because of my art
My poetry for my people is meaningless
My departure from earth is only a matter of time
The good I do on earth is not to gain blessings from the heavens
I just want a place where I can secure my son’s rights
I am not a killer but I can commit a crime to protect my rights
For my country my pen is writing for me
I don’t want an Israeli soldier to stop me from being buried in my country
I want to be buried in the same graveyard my grandfather is in
Ever since I was young I dreamt of being a soldier
With time I discovered whom I belong to
Mahmoud Abbas, Fatah, Hamas or Jabha
Let me be free because they are all mercenaries
I can no longer deal with these people living a lie
The picture is nice but the background is destroyed
Now we need a visa to enter our own country?
It seems the people are distracted with the revolutions
They forgot Iraq and they forgot Shatila & Sabra
I refuse to be some regular human being
And what’s available in Amman in its best cases is bare
So why don’t I belong to a free revolution
Where the employer and employee are the same status
Rasasah; stay calm!
How can I when all the Israelis are reserve soldiers

Hussam (CHORUS)
Could it be that we have reached to this point?
Our country needs her men, she has become a widower
It’s time to stand up
Ziad Rahbani tell them who’s the non-believer!

Kazz (Verse 1)
I am packing my things getting ready to leave
From Amman to a place with no moonlight
All desert…all alcohol…with only a few trees
So I can feed myself from you mother nature
With your fast growth …you are never satisfied
Because they are always cutting you down…I will protect you
From all of those non-believers
My grandfather had an orchard and he always protected you
But when the sons of bitches occupied the land they stole you
And my grandfather lived and died dreaming of you
Now I come to you to share my pain
Because I felt that me and you are the same
The projects in Amman are throwing us around
Mother nature hold me and return me back inside you
Because all this construction above you is adding to my pain
I wish I was a gypsy going from tent to tent
Because my place in this society has no worth
I don’t feel well, I feel like shit
We’ve been fucked a thousand times and we’re still going backwards
After what has happened and what will happen
The fate is the same; murdered or captured
I am like all of those who life threw to the gutter
Deprived from happiness and sentenced to fade away
The only difference is that I am supported by rhythm”

Hussam (CHORUS)
Could it be that we have reached to this point?
Our country needs her men, she has become a widower
It’s time to stand up
"Ziad Rahbani tell them who’s the non-believer"

CHORUS (Shadia Mansour) x2:
They all have tanks and we have stones.
They demolish our homes and kill our children.
O Palestine of the free, O Gaza of the heroes,
the end is coming for the Zionist …tra tra tra!

VERSE 1 (Shadia Mansour):
O Gaza of blood, O Gaza of worry.
We share your sorrow and we shall complete your struggle.
Palestine, O land of lions,
We must return to your land.
O heroes of the Palestinian resistance,
With your faith you will defeat
racist, terroristic, failing Zionism.
O innocent martyrs of Gaza,
how long have you challenged the enemy on the line of fire!
Your souls shall be our beacons.
Your victory will be written on every wall.
Long live, long live Palestine!
O presidents and big men of the Arabs
who are still sleeping - where are you?
Where are your voices that should be filled with outrage
at this situation?

CHORUS (Shadia Mansour):
They all have tanks and we have stones.
They demolish our homes and kill our children.
O Palestine of the free, O Gaza of the heroes,
the end is coming for the Zionist …tra tra tra!

VERSE 2 (Mahmoud Jreri):
What did we ask of the world? Our rights? Fairness?
We were met with bombing and by being ignored.
For 60 years, you cram this people together and conspire against them.
You fight this people. You do the unspeakable to them.
The people are the people and the occupier is the occupier.
The world balanced out the bloodshed. Oh, what a deranged world!
But history does not heal. History erases.
And I see this history as a way to brighten my people’s eyes.
They tell us this is a UN resolution. Respect it. So we respect
them whey say “a UN decision” and they keep throwing around garbage.
Take no notice. All has been restored. Our cowardly leaders
live in luxury while the citizens always live in insult.
They have firearms for destruction and we
have firearms to for survival. Our rocks are cluster bombs.
We have a nuclear will and we have minds that are armed
for a comprehensive resolution, a comprehensive resolution that calls out for freedom.

CHORUS (Shadia Mansour):
They all have tanks and we have stones.
They demolish our homes and kill our children.
O Palestine of the free, O Gaza of the heroes,
the end is coming for the Zionist …tra tra tra!

VERSE 3 (Suhail Nafar):
They all have tanks. They all have helicopters.
And all I have in my hands. All what’s in my hands is what’s right.
Their hair has gone white. The blackness of their thoughts
fell in their hearts and they fell in love with terrorism.
They treat us as if we are cancer in their hearts.
Their hands can’t wave to us because their fingers are on the trigger.
O son of dirt, we are all Gaza, the mother of pride.
We are people like all others. We have feelings. We are not ‘Hamas’ nor are we ‘Abbas.’
When I saw Gaza I saw myself.
I saw children being orphaned and imagine that they are my family.
My children die and I cry. I look for my children.
I saw women grieving and I hugged my sister.
I was martyred with those who were martyred because I saw my end.
And when I saw the resistance I wanted to… I wanted to…
But my reality advised me to turn to my pen.

CHORUS (Shadia Mansour):
They all have tanks and we have stones.
They demolish our homes and kill our children.
O Palestine of the free, O Gaza of the heroes,
the end is coming for the Zionist …tra tra tra!

VERSE 4 (Tamer Nafar):
Let’s get to the point. There’s a big difference between us and them.
I can’t defend myself, but when it comes to them,
the battle field is like a Nintendo game. They see us as dots.
I have no name. I’m just a number in the death counts.
With total confidence, they act like they’re acting in self-defense.
Is this stupidity or egotism? By God, I don’t even feel like expressing my opinion.
There’s no need for them to think they are a democracy. Change the channel!
An Arabic leader delivers a speech. Change the kuffiyeh!
Whoever hears me will think that I had expectations.
Today, those who are our leaders begin taking a position and I get surprised
that they’re blind to opportunities. For the first time, I see the citizen in the street crippled
while he’s standing in a demonstration and your sitting on your chairs. Now who’s crippled?
What do I say? God help Gaza and help us tomorrow too!
What do I say to my children? No one is standing with us?!
Oh leader of the Arabs, either make a move or retire.
We have a political vacancy and we need someone with charisma.

(Shadia Mansour):
They all have tanks and we have stones!

CHORUS (x4):
What happened yesterday happens today,
switch off your TV and grab a microphone

VERSE 1:
Because time is racing. He keeps telling you peace is coming, just be patient
You want to wait? these plans never succeed
He’ll pay you as much as you want to keep you quiet
And if you open your mouth, one shot will silence you
Run, run. Keep running.
And if you decide to speak, he’ll tell you just stay silent
He’ll tell you forget these problems,
Save up some money, pack your bags, and buy your tickets
Think about it, don’t be a fool
Wherever you go in the world, you’ll get humiliated
I can’t see in front of me, I’m hearing voices asking
Why are you still living here? Go live somewhere else
I want to respond but the words won’t come off my tongue.
Racism here, racism there
Racism each time I look out the window
A devil in an angel’s disguise. In reality he wants to live without you
The apartheid wall represents the mentality of a people who don’t care to coexist

VERSE 2:
I don’t represent a person or a people, I represent an idea
An idea called freedom from a land
lacking a normal life. Whether you’re struggling against occupation
or against racism, where is your voice?
Let it be heard to achieve your goals
So keep writing and recording. Believe me, your work won’t be lost in vain
The only thing that’ll disappear is us
If we stay stuck in the past
What happened?
We came from underground. The story begins, we have an objective
To spread our voices to everyone
I came from the ruins of Ramallah and I won’t ever stop
writing words. I have energy that I must release
every day, every hour. A flow that’s been built
and is still developing, imagine
Imagine, a flow that’s been built and is still developing.

CHORUS (x4):
What happened yesterday happens today,
switch off your TV and grab a microphone