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Based on the story of a woman who was a little girl when her mother was raped and hacked to pieces by eighteen men under orders from Ariel Sharon on the floor of her home in the Shatila refugee camp while she hid under the bed and watched.
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"If the great Phil Ochs were to rise from the dead today, he would probably be hailed as the new David Rovics." Andy Kershaw, BBC
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Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
Peak #135
Peak in subgenre #21
Author
David Rovics
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David Rovics 2003 All Rights Reserved
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May 26, 2005
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Based on the story of a woman who was a little girl when her mother was raped and hacked to pieces by eighteen men under orders from Ariel Sharon on the floor of her home in the Shatila refugee camp while she hid under the bed and watched.
Lyrics
My daddy was an Arab from Beersheva A situation so unkind My momma was a refugee from Ramallah Had to leave her land behind I grew up in this refugee camp In this unwelcome land In this little parcel of Lebanon We were dealt a losing hand Then one day the soldiers came A tired old refrain I'll try to tell you what happened next But there's no way to explain The soldiers raped my mother Then they killed her dead Along with the rest of the Shatila Camp While I hid beneath my bed (Chorus) Now I'm a-wanderin', I'm a-wanderin' No place to call my home Palestine, Palestine All around the world I roam My aunt came over from Jordan Brought me there to live And together we've moved to half the world Oh for peace what I would give In Beirut, Greece and New York town I've watched the world churn But my home is Palestine Someday I will return (Chorus) Now here I am in Washington Heart of the empire That sends the 'copters and bulldozers That turned Ramallah into a funeral pyre Well you've heard my story And time will not allow Soon my visa will expire What will you do now (Chorus) ------- Created November, 2002 Copyright David Rovics 2002, all rights reserved
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