Lebanese Jester

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Our Phoenix and their Eagles.

We all remember the days (end of the seventies) when every single local band in order to prove it prowess felt obliged to play “sultans of swing” and “hotel California” the best they knew how. We all sat applauding and enjoying those minutes passed regardless of how out of tune the band was. It was nothing more than (at that time) an escape route from the path of “self” destruction that still prevails today. From Samy Clark, Guss Farah, Dany Labaki, Julia Sadaka singing Grace Slick … to the Electric Warriors; such was our only “défoulement “. After a day of dodging sniper bullets, mortar fire, and a night of heavy drinking and celebrating being still alive; another morning dawns. Another morning creeps upon you with much less promises than the day before, which you tried your best to drown in alcohol. I remember crossing the “ring” (in 1981) while listening to “the last resort”. I did manage to get to my destination with 3 bullet holes in my car.
This song is forever engraved in my mind; engraved with a sweet/bitter memory.

She came from Providence,
the one in Rhode Island
Where the old world shadows hang
heavy in the air
She packed her hopes and dreams
like a refugee
Just as her father came across the sea
She heard about a place people were smilin’
They spoke about the red man’s way,
and how they loved the land
And they came from everywhere
to the Great Divide
Seeking a place to stand
or a place to hide

Down in the crowded bars,
out for a good time,
Can’t wait to tell you all,
what it’s like up there
And they called it paradise
I don’t know why
Somebody laid the mountains low
while the town got high

Then the chilly winds blew down
Across the desert
through the canyons of the coast, to
the Malibu
Where the pretty people play,
hungry for power
to light their neon way
and give them things to do

Some rich men came and raped the land,
Nobody caught ’em
Put up a bunch of ugly boxes, and Jesus,
people bought ’em
And they called it paradise
The place to be
They watched the hazy sun, sinking in the sea

You can leave it all behind
and sail to Lahaina
just like the missionaries did, so many years ago
They even brought a neon sign: “Jesus is coming”
Brought the white man’s burden down
Brought the white man’s reign

Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
‘Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here

We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name of God

And you can see them there,
On Sunday morning
They stand up and sing about
what it’s like up there
They call it paradise
I don’t know why
You call someplace paradise,
kiss it goodbye


February 9, 2009 - Posted by | Eagles, Music


  1. 1- Really loved the song.

    2- The moment where you drove with 3 bullets in the car make me remember the Lebanese movie “Falafel” -gonna watch it again tonight if not dead tired-

    3- When i’m reading you, I’m always wondering, when, for fuck sake, it will be possible in Lebanon to forget all of this, to live “normally”. Aaaaah shit …

    Yeah well it’s Monday It start again with my thinking about this damn country …

    Comment by Ekios | February 9, 2009

  2. Maybe one day, but it is going to be any soon I am afraid !

    Comment by Marillionlb | February 9, 2009

  3. après la folie meurtrière entre l’armée et les FL en 89(?), après une semaine passée ds une chambre, à 20 personnes, parce qu’on se battait sous notre balcon, je suis sortie dans la rue, sous le soleil, “ma” R5 bleue marine m’a semblée intacte… quand j’ai regardé l’autre côté, elle était “dentelée” de trous d’éclats d’obus (le 60 mm? celui qui part en parabole)

    à cette époque là les “250” de l’armée syrienne faisaient très peur, je n’avais jamais connu les bombardements d’une aviation…

    foutue guerre!
    les hommes n’apprennent pas?

    malgré ça, je n’ai jamais raté l’occasion de faire la fête tous les WE !!!

    Comment by mc | February 9, 2009

  4. Hey it is working today MC can post comments !!!!!!!!!!!
    Je crois que toute notre generation a continuer a sortir et se defoule tant bien que mal. Moi je faisait est ouest au moins deux fois par semaine pour voire ma grand mere et me souler la gueule a hamra.

    Comment by Marillionlb | February 9, 2009

  5. MC :généralise pas sur les hommes ou on va se facher.
    Marillionlb : I will never get the link between make a party and getting drunk …

    Comment by Ekios | February 9, 2009

  6. Have you lived as a teenager in the nid seventies in Lebanon, you would understand my friend. Mais bon je suis d’accord on peut s’amuser et faire le zouave sans etre bourre.
    Me on the other hand I do enjoy my occasional drinks (like yesterday). 🙂

    Comment by Marillionlb | February 9, 2009

  7. How many litre ? 😀

    Comment by Ekios | February 9, 2009

  8. No my friend I was a very good boy yesterday, I only had one beer and one vodka. I was working and did not stay long. I left my pub at 10.30 and went home.

    Comment by Marillionlb | February 9, 2009

  9. Do you realize that with that in France you wouldn’t be tolerated for driving a car ?:)

    After one beer in France, you’r cooked :p

    Comment by Ekios | February 9, 2009

  10. But even in France je faisais “sauter” mes PV. I think it was the French who tought the Lebanese on how to bribe officials. 🙂

    Comment by Marillionlb | February 9, 2009

  11. France should have quit Lebanon … 😀 *start running*

    Comment by Ekios | February 9, 2009

  12. ekios tu veux dire “should not” 🙂

    la musique me fait autant d’effet qu’un verre, des calories en moins 🙂

    Comment by mc | February 9, 2009

  13. should not yes ! 😉

    Ok pour la musique, mais bon, je préfère le super truc interdit aux moins de 18ans à la TV. Best thing on earth for My sake !! 😉

    Comment by Ekios | February 9, 2009

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