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== Yes ==

Subtitled By:
Nizar Ezzeddine

They say my cleaning
is the best they've ever known

but cleanliness
of course is an illusion

those of us who clean as a profession know
the deeper source of dirt is always there

You can't get rid of it

You cannot hide or put a lid on it
as long as human life is there

lt's us, the skin we shed
and then the hair...

l think of what l do as therapy for homes

you know l often see
the pain imprinted on a bed

you spot a stain that should not be in there

of course you know
at once what's going on

But then you go into another room, the one
he keeps his papers in, or so he says...

He sleeps in there
from time to time as well

What was l saying? Yes, it all relates

The evidence on things like dirty
plates, and socks and underwear

and other things l shouldn't mention

that he sometimes flings into
the toilet and thinks l won't see...

Ah, because he flushes, but
unfortunately he doesn't check its gone

it's down to me to try again
sometimes l fish it out...

lt's quicker in the end, it floats

l doubt they'll ever realize l know it all

They think that those of us who clean
are small somehow, in body and in mind

we fall our of their line of sight
invisible, we work our magic

lndivisible one from the other, we're
a mass, no soul, no rights to speak of

just a basic role to play
in keeping their lives looking good

Cosmetic artists, that is
what we should be called

Or dirt consultants

You waited until l am not there

How could you? ln our house?

- Oh don't
- Don't what?

- Don't make a scene don't make it worse
- l am not

Where, our bed?
The sofa? Or perhaps a chair?

That's fine

Forgive my question
but are you alright?

- l'm fine, thank you
- Are you sure?

Yes, quite

A woman left alone
if it was me... l wouldn't...

Wouldn't what?

Let such a beauty out of
my sight, not for a moment, no

A woman left alone, l wouldn't...

Wouldn't what?

Let such a beauty out of
my sight, not for a moment, no

And let me add

l'd like to steal you from the man
who cannot see that you're a queen

- When are you free?
- My God, you're fast

Oh no, quite slow

l don't believe this, l must say no definitely

lt's you

You knew

l guessed

That's good, l said l'd call

l thought you would

- You're over there
- Quite far away

You sound so near
and when are you...

- Returning? ln a day, or two
- l'd like to meet

Yes, where? You say...

Let's walk, somewhere, and eat

And talk

What's that?

- My cab, l'm getting out
- l cannot hear...

We'll have to shout

- l'll call again...
- Oh, good, yes, do

l'm glad l found you...

l understand that you've invited me
to make a case that life begins at three hours

or at one, or two, or maybe four

as if there is a moment when
we can be sure that we are human

You'll want evidence, material, not big ideas
nor common sense, but what is measurable

What you can see, and not once
but many times, repeatedly

For this is science
and that's what we do

But wait a minute, is this really true?

Could ''objectivity''
be just a point of view?

we interpret what we see, and can
see what we expect, in embryology

When a man first saw a sperm magnified
he thought he saw a little man inside

and those that looked were
sure that they could see one too

so eager were they
to agree, look at this, man?

Or mouse? The mystery is that
each cell knows its destiny...

Yes

Who?

Oh, Sister Maud
of course, hello

lt's been a while, it has
how time does go...

No, she's not here, of course
l'll tell her, yes l'm sure she meant to call

Oh, l would guess the weekend
but of course one never knows

Yes, always working
that's the way it goes

And how is her aunt? Oh
oh dear, how sad, is it serious?

Oh dear... that does sound bad

Oh quite, of course
l'll speak to her tonight

Except when she
gets back he will be out

That's how they organize their lives
l doubt if they will see each other for a week

They leave each other
notes but rarely speak

Hello!

- Where are you from?
- l am lrish

- From Belfast
- But you sound...

l know, l know, American

They took me there
when l was ten, and you?

l am from Beirut

My land is made of stones

but we have trees that blossom
in the spring and then release their fruit

We have cherries, plums
and peaches and the queen of all

the tree that reaches for the sun to fill its
seed with gold, the yellow fruit, the apricot

the old and wisest say
this fruit will keep them young

And you can taste
her secret with your tongue

Potato is our apricot, we bake
we boil, we mash, we fry

and then we make a flour of it for dumplings
in our stew or bread or scones or pancakes

the famine haunts us still, you see

We too are haunted
by our dead, it seems

They speak to us
in riddles in our dreams

so many killed, they
ask the question, why?

Did we have to die?

Look, shall we think of something sad?
This conversation's far too light

That's bad, yes
absolutely, you are right

My auntie in Belfast once
said to me survivors can't forget

the memory is all that's left
we cannot let it go

lf it is lost, then who will ever know?

She brought me up, l loved her so

My parents went away when l was two

They said they'd fetch me in a month
but then a month became a year...

my father flew back
home from time to time

l never knew when l would go
do you believe in God?

She didn't, so l had to pray
at school, then go back home

and say l thought that reason was the
way the light, and that God was dead

This was a Catholic school
they fed us catechism

fear of hell, and fear
of punishment as well

They hit us hard to do us good and told us
that we never would survive without our faith

My aunt said they were hypocrites

you can't imagine how it was
to be alone with such a split

but to atone for sinful doubt l searched
for truth, with all the passion of my youth

You found it?

Science

So you think that you can
penetrate the mind of God

l do... not know... if God has a mind
or if there is a God, l don't believe...

Such golden hair, we can agree...

To disagree? How true, l'm talking
far too much, now what of you?

We'd rather sing than speak

it leaves us free to mourn, or to rejoice

Ultimately there always is a choice

Ah, so, you see... we're not
so different, really, you and me

Speak to me

Of what? What is there to say?

Too much, or nothing
please try, anyway

Well, l adore the number one

one you, one me, one moon, one sun

Must l revolve around you then? Am l
the silver planet circling round the gold?

Are you the source of light and heat, whilst
l am shadow, pulling watery tides, and cold?

You hear a meaning where
there's none, l fear... l spoke of one

A number, an idea, my preference
for the single state, that's all

Single is a word based on illusion
life itself develops from a fusion

Two is joining, letting go
attraction and rejection, yes and no

lt's not a solo but a sweet duet
that's played to bring us here

and the forget how it was
before we met the other

lt was two that brought us to the mother
and desire that led us to the lover

You're right, but now
l'd like to speak of three

Admit, there's you and him
and now there's me

Oh God, let's hide inside the number four

a house with walls
and with a door that closes on gas

we've gone too far, l forgot, the thought
that precedes one, the thought that's not

the void, the vast
and endless state of none

containing, holding, god-like

it's the one and only number
that we really need

naught is the majesty that rules
our lives, unseen, and silently

Nice, but a bit too mystical for me

someone invented zero
so that we could count and measure

the unthinkably large unwieldy numbers

And it was then, by multiplying to the power
of ten, that we began to measure space

and so to time...

- You tricked me!
- No!

Yes you did, of course

You start with one, then give yourself
the source of all the numbers

No, lovely lady, all l meant
to say was this, you are the one

The light of day, the velvet night
the single rose, the hand l want to hold

the secret country, land of all
my longings, there, you have my word

l used to lay the blondes
who came my way

And they were ready for it, night or day
l'd look at them, l wouldn't say a word

and they were on their backs
as if they'd heard a heavenly command

and then they'd cry, at first
with pleasure, like they'd never had

And then they'd phone you up
and drive you mad

The weeping and the wailing
and the rest, they'd ruin it

At first they were the best, those babes
but now at last l've seen the light

Temptation's there
to teach us how to fight

the devil comes in every shape and size
those that resist him get the prize

The prize is Jesus, thank the Lord above
he is the maximum top source of love

Now hold it there, some lasses may be tarts
but they're not evil, they've got broken hearts

They do it 'cause it's all they know
they're used for sex when they are kiddies

They're abused from start to finish

then they're on the streets
and taking drugs instead of eating sweets

they haven't got a chance

Back home l'd walk around and
chat with them, sometimes, just talk...

You'd what? Just talk?
You're not that fucking good

You'd fucking do it if you fucking could

You know fuck all about my fucking life

l know you're fucking
skint, so did your wife

You fucking leave that
out of fucking this

l'm only joking, can't l take the piss?

The difference is l never had to pay

Yes, so you fucking always fucking say
no fucking woman's free of charge

No way, you fancy one
but there's no fucking lay

unless you buy the drinks all fucking night

lt's not the drinks, you have
to treat them right, they want respect

- Respect?
- And dignity

Oh, Jesus Christ
l've seen the fucking light

You fucking shag them
then chuck them away

and now you've got the fucking cheek
to say that you respect them

and they're fucking white
and fucking blonde

Oh, come on now, big boy
you'll pull a girlie soon, don't start a fight

l saw a woman once, upon a bus

She was a foreigner, not one of us

she sat alone, this tourist from the west
her trembling bosom in a skin-tight vest

The men were staring at her from behind
the same scenario in every mind

- There was a television...
- On the bus?

With fucking videos and all, like us?

Don't interrupt
what happened next? Poor lass...

Each fucking Arab got a piece of ass

An image came up on the shaking screen

A porno movie!
Fucking gang-bang scene!

Shut up!

He's right, the image was obscene
but not the way you think

lt was a girl, a young one, fair and fresh

a lovely pearl with long fair hair that blew
around her head like golden candy floss

as she shot dead one man
after another with her gun

We stared, and sweated, as the blazing sun
beat down upon the bus, but didn't care...

She wore a costume
that was hardly there

a little piece of fabric round her hips
and covering her breasts

and on her lips some glossy red

and every time she killed
a man, her lips would open

Yes, she spilled their blood
with pleasure, and she wore a flag

the cloth that covered her
was not a rag, it was a symbol

Stars and stripes, l swear
this was a blonde American

they share their women's bodies
with the world, you see

lt's true, they have no shame or modesty

Come on now, lads
it's not all black and white

They may be wrong
but you're not in the right

Where he comes from
the lasses wear the veil

They've got no life
it's like they're in a jain

Too fucking right!
Some wear those things like beaks

They look like fucking crows
give me the creeps

Aye... they're oppressed

But what about the vest?

That one up front
all trembling and the rest?

She was a foreigner, therefore a guest
and we were hosts, therefore we were polite

That's all that happened?
What a load of shite

Hi gorgeous

l am feeling fat, what do you think?

Oh darling girl, you're
lovely and you're more...

You will have a stream
of lovers who will adore you

Not just for your eyes and
glossy hair and for you slender body

Don't despair, you are
not fat, but even if you were

You'd still be beautiful

You see! You think l'm huge! l knew it!

l did not interfere that you
were over-large in any way

What your god-mother
is trying to say is this

Grace, there is so much more
to you than your reflection

So much, more to do than
stand and stare, obsessed with...

You are not fat! Don't waste
another breath of yours on that!

But don't you worry about
you? The lines and stuff?

Pursuit of beauty is the rule

They say you mustn't
let it go without a struggle

l will be there with color covering every
hair that's grey and cutting straight away

lf there's a wrinkle, wait and see
l'll do it when l'm twenty-three

- How's school?
- Okay

- What interests you most?
- You mean: What's fun?

l know you like to boast that
you are a party girl without a brain

l don't believe you grace, now try again

lf you insist

l suppose there's something
l quite like to think about

l find l lie in bed and then
l start to drift and dream

Things are not really as they seem

That's true enough, look closer and
we see that everything is really chemistry

The world is made of sulfur and of tin
of phosphorous and lead and nitrogen

Of mercury, zinc and hydrogen

Of gold and silver and uranium

Of carbon and iron and palladium

Of carbon, potassium, titanium

So Grace, what do
you really want to be?

Famous

l was a doctor with a knife
l cut the flesh to save the life

A surgeon, yes, my father too
but l came here what could l do?

l use my knife to cut the food, l do it
well, l'm very good at cutting meat

l chop, l dice the ham which l don't eat

l slice it wafer-thin
so delicate, like lady's lace

lt's very nice to look at
silky to the touch

l like my work, yes very much

But surely, don't you feel
you're wasting what you were?

The task you trained for?

Why did you choose to leave a country
that could use your talents properly?

No reason, why should l jump in plane
and grieving, fly half way around the world?

Perhaps yes! l forgot! l was a surgeon

now the plot has changed
the story been revised...

The hero's been reduced, down-sized
a lower kind of man, a cook!

The kind of man you would not
look at, is that what you want to say?

Not good enough for you today?

One night l saved
a man from certain death

l operate when he took a breath

l knew that he was safe and l felt good

l had done my job with
skill the way l should

l turned to go, but standing in the
door, were three men that l knew

but l was sure, they
had not come to talk

For it was late

They carried guns
and in their eyes was hate

they told me l was wasting
precious skill and time on someone

that might later
kill a child of theirs, or mine

Before my eyes they shot him dead

They said: you can't disguise
one of ''them'' as a patient

from now on you treat our
people only, do you hear?

l packed my bags
at once, and l was gone

They'd killed a man and murdered an idea
that doctors answer to a human need

without a thought of color, or of creed

and then had the effrontery to claim
that they had done it in my people's name

- lt's something that you wouldn't understand
- Oh but l do, you're not the only ones

l feel your story in my blood and bones

l see a father, calling to his son, l see
the houses crumble, dust and stones

l hear the gunfire, and the
knock at night upon the door

l see the women's fright, l hear
the adolescent called to fight

l see him march away in morning light and
not look back, he knows his mother weeps

She fears that she will lose
another son, she's buried two already

Listen to her litany as the
tears glisten on her cheeks

And to the bell that's
ringing calling her to church

to join the singing
and to praise the Lord

Yes l know of so called holy war

you do not have to go
so very far from here to find it

- You're looking good
- Well, thank you Kate... am l?

l think l see a sparkle in your eye

But as for me... l'm
tired, my limbs are sore

My feet are aching, oh
l'm such a bore l'm sorry

l've just been at home and you have
gone half-way around the world

How you can climb out of your bed at dawn
when you've had 3 or 4 hours sleep at most

But then you see, that's the
difference between you and me

- l simply do not have your energy
- What nonsense, you're amazing

- You have far more stamina than me
- What was the conference about?

They want an easy ethical way out

so that the public doesn't have
to feel we're killing living things

- But are you?
- Kate!

l'm sorry, but you know l really
hate to think of those poor little...

- They're y cells that's all they are
- Sorry!

- Do they feel pain?
- Why must l justify my work again?

- How are the children?
- Fine

The little ones as usual are divine
but of course the giantess is trouble

She stays upstairs in the heap of rubble
she calls her room and never talks to me

l hear you took her out
the other day, how was it?

Lovely, for me, anyway

Oh yes? But then...
she so looks up to you...

She thinks l'm dull, sometimes
l wish that l could get away like you

just take off on some sunny day

one airport's like another

l used to dream to travel... now l pack and
unpack suits and shoes, that's all they see

The haircut and the
clothes, even with me

- l envy you...
- Envy... oh? Why?

Because you're free to wear
your ancient tracksuits all the time

and t-shirts covered
in your baby's slime

Well thanks, that lovely portrait really
gives a feeling for the life a mother lives

A less important job, the one job l do

Thank God our mothers did it, though
you would not be here at all, nor would l

Why is it that we always end this way?
Competing for who suffers most?

Perhaps you did it right: a single mum
so-called 'open marriage' has become...

We just can't talk... so many lies...

Well, l guess that that's
what happens when love dies

Kate, you know us both, you're his friend
too, l am really longing to say too much

- What has he said to you?
- Oh, nothing, really

Oh lovely goddess, whore
and tramp you are my love

You light the lamp that guides me
through the velvet night towards you

Hold me, hold me tight

Your voice, your paleness, your
perfume, your presence haunts me

ln my room l wait
for you, filled with desire

Your hungry look ignites my fire

Oh lady, what then can l do
but burn? l am in flames for you

Before l knew you
now l know l was not living

This is so much more
than anything l've felt

My love: you hold me and l melt

l am not solid anymore
l am a feeling

Call me whore, l'll ask for more!

The names you give me
names l never would forgive

lf spoken to me in the street... somehow
from you, my love... they're sweet

What can l give you, lady luck?
What other words and names?

l'll fuck you as a mistress, as a queen

l'll worship you with words obscene and
ugly, all the more to show how l adore you

Bring you low with
language from the gutter

Hear me now, l'll gently
mutter things into your ear

flowing streams of words from fantasies
and dreams you've not confessed to anyone

Yes please! Yes, say it all!

Let forbidden thoughts be heard
let the hidden parts be seen

The only danger is that all the lonely private
places you have been to might dissolve

And you will be seen to blossom

singing, dancing, humming

Laughing... come here love

You're coming

Grace come in

ls she here?

Not now but come on in
and wait, Grace, anyhow

Do make yourself
at home, come sit by me

Something to drink?
Perhaps you'd like some tea?

No thanks

- How's school?
- Fine

Not too much to say

l see, well, Grace, you don't give
much away you're very wise!

l do my best

But you don't have to do
a thing you just have to be

The rest comes later
when you're old, like me

l'm not that young
and you are not that old

You're sweet

Grace... may l confide in you?

Your godmother and l...

she thinks l'm... cold

but it's her... you see

l have feelings too

- He said you're cold
- Who?

Your husband

- Oh God, and what the hell was he...
- l came to see you, you were out

And then he told me all
about his secret feelings

Oh, l see

That must have been... exactly when?

He held my hand as well

Oh Jesus Christ, and then?

l need to talk at the end of my day

She feels l've compromised
or lost my way, so she won't listen

She will never learn what changing
things, in practice, has to be

She's like a student, her mentality
is as it was when we first met

all dreams, and talk and grand ideas
and lofty schemes about society and truth

l tried to do something to right the
wrongs l somehow, am now the enemy

Whilst she does science and
retains integrity or so she thinks

She always has to feel
that she's the underdog

the one who's real
while l am false, somehow

And l am English too of course, while
she is lrish through and through

The fact is that she left
when she was ten!

She grew up in America, but then
it suits her to forget that on the whole

She claims her roots and so can
play the role of the oppressed

Right, so tell me why she never
seems to find the time to fly back home

to see one of the very
last true communists

Her auntie in Belfast?

To say those things to her
he has abused us both

She doesn't need to know how
we have organized our marriage

And then he said things about...

She so looks up to me!
l could kill him l could hoot him dead

our god-daughter!
l can't believe he said...

Have you ever seen
a body full of bullets?

- As a matter of fact...
- You people...?

- Who?
- Are so naive

What?

The stupid things that you believe, you think
there is no pain that cannot be forgotten

And no chain that fetters
you that cannot be undone

You're ''free'', but must defend that
with a gun, a tank, a helicopter or a bomb

So no-one thinks that
way where you come from?

Why suddenly accuse me in this way?

l have a different point
of view on life and death

But is that true?

You are a scientist and from the west
you think you know it all, that you're the best

One life of yours worth
more than all the rest

Hello? ls it me that you are talking to?
What do you know about my point of view?

And, come to that, about the work l do?

You do not seem to work much, anyway...
l work at night, but you... here in the day...

Jesus! What's going on?
What did l say?

- lt seems that you know nothing of my life
- l know that you are married, you're a wife

A woman with a lover, in the day
perhaps another one at night? Or two?

l don't have lovers
there is only you

Oh shit, man, l was saved
from as worse than sin

My life as ugly, l ate out of bins

You know l sank that low, l had no pride

The dirt on me... and in my
mouth... l lied with every breath

l didn't have a friend left in the world...
they gave up in the end lt was hopeless

And it was all because
l turned away from Jesus

lt was hell, but then he found me
and he made me well again

Oh praise the Lord, the mighty one
who gave this undeserving world his son

You think it's you that
fucking turned away?

He saw your fucking face
and thought: no way!

Don't mock the man

But look, l can't believe any father that
would go and leave his son in such a mess

Why didn't he come sooner?

- None of it makes sense to me
- Too right it don't, you've got to fucking think

l'm God, you're dirt, l wash you
in the sink of holy fucking water

Well, what for?

For one less sinner banging at the door
of heaven when it's all too fucking late?

- The Lord is merciful
- l fucking hate this crap

There ain't no God, it's fucking shite
and if there is, he's full of fucking spite

- lt's you that's negative
- Don't pick on me!

- l'm not, but every cunt's your enemy
- Too fucking right!

lf Jesus chose that fuck instead
of me, now who's got all the luck?

His heart is big enough for you as well
if you repent your sins you're saved from hell

He will forgive the things
you've said today

Just go down on your
knees and start to pray

Fuck off! You fucking wanker!

There's no way! That wasn't
what l fucking meant to say

- What did you mean?
- You picking on me too?

- l only asked
- What do you fucking do?

Go down the fucking mosque?
Dark fucking horse

lnfidel!

Oh, oh what? Of fucking course!
You're a fanatic, one of them

Be careful, lady

- Why, are you afraid?
- Don't be ridiculous

- The lamb has strayed
- What fucking lamb?

The lamb of God's in hell

- He was in Paradise, and now he fell
- l've had it with this fucking God and shit

There ain't no paradise
this fucking crap is it

This country's full
of wankers dressed in sheets

asylum fucking seekers in our streets

And taking all our
fucking jobs, Arab wanks!

- Easy, easy
- No then what do they do?

To give us thanks what the
do they fucking blow us up!

- You've got it wrong
- That fucking jihad war, it won't be long

The war is fought inside the soul of man

He struggles, doing everything
he can to overcome his base desires

The part of him that's
animal and has no heart

The self that's primitive and has
no mind, that's why there is a law

lslamic law's not kind but it is fair

A bomb's not fucking fair, you
Arab shites are evil, you don't care

To you we're all the same
from over there, you're ignorant

- Now don't you fucking dare
- You celebrate your ignorance with joy

You should be studying, you're
just a boy and living on the street

So fucking what? You fucking
foreigners have stole the lot

There ain't no fucking houses left for us
you dirty mother-fucking load of pus

- Come off it, son, he didn't mean
- Boy, answer me, are your hands clean?

l'm not an Arab if that's what you mean

- Then you may touch...
- This fuck's too fucking much!

lnsult my people, you're insulting me

l may have my doubts

but now when l see an animal like you
l'd rather be of any faith than be of none

Go on then lady, give it to him, son

ls that what you need there?

Out

- l need to see you
- Look l can't, not now

- Then later?
- No

- Tomorrow, anyhow?
- l cannot say

- You cannot say, why not?
- Some problems

Well, me too... have you forgot?

Look, it's... we need to talk, let's go away

A small hotel a night or two l will pay

Sorry

- How are you?
- Fine

That's it?

Don't nag

l'm sorry, l don't follow
you, could you repeat?

Or is it that l ought to learn
somehow to read your mind?

l am sure that if l try l'll find a way...

l'm going out

Sometimes you are a bitch

The bitch and nag: a lovely pair
yes, do go out and get some air

Why won't you fight? Why won't you
shout? Then we could argue our way out

Look, as it happens
l am proud of my control

You say out loud the
first thing that occurs to you

l don't behave like you
and l am glad of that

l try to do my best for us, don't sigh...

Am l too much? Am l too much real?

Perhaps with me you have to feel

Feel what? The loss of all
our dreams? The end of us?

Some empty schemes to fill the void?

Re-decorate the house perhaps, or
celebrate my birthday or some other date...

Our anniversary! Let's wake up
somewhere else, let's take a break

Lie on a beach and feel
the ache of emptiness

You're bored, you read a book

And then we go and feed ourselves...
at some expensive place you hate

And so you pull a face
at me as if the fault were mine

You think it's good to feel l've failed?

You think it's good to feel

l've jailed you somehow in a boring, cold
hell of a place where we grow old together

wishing that we weren't?

l've learned that not to feel at all is best

There was a time when love was
there, there must have been

yes it was you who once said
conversation was an aphrodisiac...

because it flowed

Like nectar, or like juice

Oh, fuck it, fuck it, what's the use

- How is your Aunt?
- l don't know

- You didn't call?
- Not yet

- You are so...
- So what?

Neglectful, don't you care?

Of course l do! Oh don't you dare
accuse me, fuck of course l care

l care too much, l love my aunt, l'll call right
now, oh fuck, it's far too late, but, anyhow...

How could you say
those things to Grace?

- What's going on?
- l can't go on like this

Like what? What did
l say? What did l miss?

l need you, l need
your body, need it so...

What's wrong?
And don't ring off again, don't go

- This is impossible
- What is? Tell me!

Look in your heart and you will surely
see that l have... acted... with sincerity

But now the time has
come to say... good-bye

What? To say what?

You can't... but... why?

My body's been in your possession now

l'm asking for it back, it once was mine

But, everything l said was true

However shipped you
yes, you have been... divine

l'm hearing something strange
behind your honeyed words

l feel a doubt so strong
it's poisoning my mind...

This bitter question must come out

Asking's way beneath me, brother, for
you said there was no other one for you

l was your secret country

And the land of all my longings

So... who is she?

No female body tempts me
please believe me when l say that

l'd never leave you for another woman

Who could be the scarlet
goddess you have been for me?

Ah but l never asked for this
but l never asked for this

To be blinded groping for a kiss
to be blinded groping for a kiss

l am on fire

l want to hit and attack

l want to stab you in the back and
make you feel the power of vengeance

Sweet-talking man with your...
your... hypocrite romance

A hypocrite? l am not the lying kind

What can l do to purify your mind?
l need to wash you, yes, from head to toe

- What did you say?
- How can you doubt me so?

Wash me? Do you see some dirt?
Can you not see how your words hurt?

- Divinity...
- Don't call me that, it isn't me

Through long afternoons
l've felt your lovely arms about me

Tasted you and known the charms
of flesh on flesh, of skin of lovely skin

But when your blood is calling
it's a sin to turn away from them

Now wait, blood?
Sin? What's happening?

l have remembered who l am

The old and wisest men explain that
all the love a woman gives distracts us

We are told that riches wait for those who
rise above temptation to obey a higher call

you're asking me
to turn away to fall from grace

You cannot look me in the face
and say that l fall from grace

Do you really think l am unclean?
A second-hand cunt, a fucking machine?

A dirty distraction
somehow obscene?

l am not only your goddess or queen

l'm a twenty-first century any damn thing
that l choose, including your teacher or king!

l named you goddess
and queen, l crowned you

Fuck you!

- Who do you think you are?
- l draw a line: you're not a king!

That role is mine!

Oh sir, excuse me, l forgot
you are a son and l am not

l am a daughter so inferior

lt's you, your people feel superior
you want to rule you want to spoil

You want our land, you want our oil

You call that civilize?

Your country is a dragon breathing flames
land of corporate fantasies, brand names

Big Mac, Big burger, yes big everything

And you blonde American are
too thin, too fit, not womanly

And then: your skin too pale, insipid

And your eyes, too blue, why
do you make me dream of you?

So we are at war

- You terrorist
- lmperialist

- Bigot!
- Bitch!

How did it come to this?

You are confusing me with them

Look, l am not just an
American, l am lrish too

So what? You all have
roots somewhere

But have forgot that you
are anything but powerful

The big Boss

You hear our children screams but
feel no lust because they are not yours

That is not fair

The things that they have
done have not been in my name

l do not feel pride
l feel a deepening shame

Look, l am an individual, l am me

Me this, me that

- Each one of that is we, we are not alone
- l know, look l agree, l am not your enemy?

How did this start?

From Elvis to Eminem
Warhol's art, l know your stories

Know your songs by heart
but do you know mine? No

Every time, l make the effort
and l learn to rhyme in your English

And do you know a word
of my language, even one?

Have you heard that 'al-gebra'
was an Arabic man?

You have read the Bible
have you read the Koran?

ls this the reason you're rejecting me?

Rejection? No, l don't reject
but, yes, l do demand respect

You say you want me, but as what?
Your exotic, something other?

Your, toy-boy, pet, your secret lover?

You buy me with
a credit card in restaurants

You want me hard so you can melt

Why can't you see that being wanted

not for me, nor for my noble
ancestry, but for my flesh

Erodes my dignity

Your pride is hurt, you
feeling small and wounded

But can l walk tall when people spit
into my face because they fear me?

Where's my place of pride
and honor in this game

where even to pronounce
my name is an impossibility?

l hear you, tell me more

ln your land l am not seen

l am un-manned

You can't imagine with the
white-skinned sense of privilege

and human rights you take for granted

How l fight for every little thing

Oh no

Oh no, oh no

Bye, l have to go

l didn't call, l didn't call

l didn't call

You're late again
don't worry, never mind

l know you're busy
it's the kind of life you lead

But then, you chose it
so l guess you want it

Always to and fro, you
never stop, unlike myself

l'm here to stay, for just
how long, who knows

l fear it could be ages, it creeps
up on you this funny business

First a creak or two, your knees perhaps
and, bingo! Then you're old and in a bed

The thing is, no-one told
me l'd have all this time

but far too late to use it
for the things l dreamed of

Oh auntie

Fate Delivers upside
down and back to front

l've more to say than ever, but they shunt
me back and forth all day from bed to chair

and back to bed again, it isn't fair

All this experience l'd like to share
not that it all adds up, not that you care

l'd better stop, it's time for you to go already
isn't it? Five minutes, oh, well maybe ten...

you see, l never know when
you'll be here again, it's such a blow

Each time you leave, it's hardly
worth your while to come at all, l mean it

Don't you smile like that
oh you'll be sorry when l'm dead

l'm only joking, dear, l only said that
for a laugh, although, of course it's true

The questions that you never asked...
yes, you will certainly regret a thing or two

No one explained to me when l was
young why time only goes forward

Hold your tongue was what they said when
l asked them about the universe and such

And why we can't do all that much
about it when we make a mess of things

lf only a mistake could be corrected
wind life back and start again...

The second time we'd know the
art of living, but we only get one go

No dress rehearsals, this one is
the show and we don't know it...

l don't see the rhyme or reason
in this so-called grand design...

But then l don't believe, there is no sign
of him up there as far as l'm concerned

See... if there's one thing that l've
truly learned it's this: it's down to me

And you, of course

Each one of us is it, we are the source
of all the bad... and of the good things too

Well, out with it, what's happening with you?
At last you've got some color in your cheeks

l haven't seen you
look this way in weeks

Or maybe months
it even could be years

Don't tell me... you're in
love, aren't you my dear?

Not with that English
chap, what a mistake!

l knew it from the start

lt only takes another one to come along

and then your heart tells you that
frankly speaking, men are not all equal

Some are better, love

lt's just another trick from that one up above
if He exists, which He, or She, does not

Unless l didn't notice, or forgot
but l've a perfect memory...

l lie here running through the lot, l think
l'll die with all that information tucked away

l'd trade in all of it for
just one day, in Cuba

- Auntie? What did you say?
- You heard me, Cuba

l'd love to see the place, the people
the reality of how it all turned out

And Castro... Castro gave us hope he did
oh yes, he's better than the Pope...

l'd love to shake his hand

- You should go soon
- Yes

l tell you, we'll be living on the moon
before we have another go like that

A great big dream that's fallen pretty flat
in all the other countries where they tried

they'll regret it

Communism died, but
what came in it's place?

A load of greed, a life spent
longing for things you don't need

lf and when l die
l want to see you cry

l want to see you tear your hair
your howls of anguish fill the air

l want to see you beat your breast
and rent your clothes and all the rest

And, sobbing, fall upon my bed
l want to know that l am dead

l want to know l'm part of you and that
you cannot bear me being torn away

l want to see you dressed in black

with red-rimmed eyes from
sleepless nights of grieving

l want to hear you protest at me leaving

l want to see you in each
other's arms, and wailing

See you kick a chair
and punch the wall

and see you, moaning, fall
upon the ground and scream

l want to know this isn't just a dream

l want my death to be just like my life

l want the mess, the
struggle, and the strife

l want to fight and
see you fight for me

l want to hear your last regrets, the
things you wish you'd done and said

ln fact l'd like that
just before l'm dead

Don't let them put you off
or make you go, or say it's bad

For me, or makes it hard for
me to leave... it won't be true

l want to see you grieve

Don't let me drown
in silence all pious and polite...

Let's make a lot of noise!
A different kind of light will fill the room

l want my death to wake
you up and clean you out

And as l end l'll hear you shout

- No, no
- But l will go

No, please don't die

Life is so short and precious, let's
not waste what we've been given

Look, we have not faced the truth

Even the rages we express perhaps
contain the seeds of happiness

- Let's go... let's go to Cuba
- What?

Far away

From everyone, we've never spent a day
and night together, only an hour or two

Let's take the time
for just me and you...

- l'm in Beirut
- You are?

l have a friend we trained
and worked together

ln the end he stayed
he's married, now he has a son

There's only one life, this is it

Let's seize the time, l'll send
a ticket to you... l'll go on ahead...

- lt's many years...
- Since you have been there?

My auntie died, she
died, my aunt is dead

You'll have a lot to say, a lot
to share, l'll send the ticket anyway

Dirt doesn't go, it just
gets moved around

Some things get burnt
or buried in the ground

But fire makes smoke
and soot and greasy grime

And buried stuff
crops up after a time...

lt travels slowly, one could say it creeps

lt's all the water underneath, it seeps

God gave us eyes that do not
see too much or we'd go mad

We'd never want to touch
a bed again, a sofa or a chair

lf we could see the
things that live in there

There's millions of them
loads of things with legs

They fornicate and then
they lay their eggs...

They think our dirt is lovely, they
survive by eating what we shed

They are alive because
bits of us are dead

Now, smaller than the mites are germs

Well, we do what we can, we scrub
and scrub but they fly when we sneeze

on drops of moisture
packed out with disease

then all we have to do is take a breath

and they're inside us
fighting to the death

lt's not just germs, it seems
they're not the worst

There's viruses, some say they were the first
things to exist, and 'cause they are so small

They can't be cleaned
away, no, not at all

Not ever, that's why, really, in the end
there's no such thing as spotless...

You just send the dirt to
somewhere else, push it around

The work is endless
that is what l've found

Maybe this earth is just a ball of fluff

Some great big cleaner
out there said: enough

And that is how we all survived, why not?
We're just the parasites that God forgot

The point is this, we never disappear
despite it being what we all most fear

We're certainly not
finished when we die

However hard the undertakers try
every single creature feeds another

Everyone is everybody's mother...
or, at the very least, a kind of host

When we expire perhaps we
change, at most, but never vanish

No, we leave a stain
a fingerprint, some mess

Perhaps some pain, some fear
or doubt in someone else's heart

Mum?

We leave a mess
in fact, when we depart

God if you exist...
l need to confess

Please speak to me, just once
don't make me guess your point of view

for l might get it wrong...

l know l have strayed so far
l don't belong in any church of yours

l sang the song of science
yes, l sang it every day

But, l could argue, that is how l pray

For twenty years, God, can it be?

l've cut, dissected, carefully and with
respect each living cell a source of wonder

Yes l tried to see
to penetrate your mystery

The point is, God, you never lie
but you have secrets so have l

Now all l was has
turned to ash and doubt

Others tasted me and
even stabbed me up

First is blossom, then there is decay

lmpermanence will never go away

ln fact it is the only certainty

There come a time when
l used to be but not quite yet

Oh God

Can you forgive me for not...
for not... believing in you?

- Seniora?
- Si?

Senior

When you look closer
nothing goes away

lt changes, see, like night
becomes the day and day the night

but even that's not true:

lt's really all about your point of view

Depending where you're
standing on the earth...

ln the end, it simply isn't worth

Your while to try and
clean your life away

You can't, for, everything
you do or say is there forever

lt leaves evidence

ln fact it's really only common sense
there's no such thing as nothing, not at all

lt may be really very
very small but it's still there

ln fact l think l'd guess that 'no'
does not exist, there's only 'yes'

Subtitled By:
Nizar Ezzeddine

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