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Ecole normale supérieure * دار المعلمين العليا L’Ecole normale supérieure est l’institution universitaire la plus ancienne, et le premier noyau d’enseignement supérieur moderne de la Tunisie indépendante.

01/10/2011

Risiblement médiocre ! Le sheikh, le seul, blasphème sur un plateau disant littéralement : "Que Dieu maudisse le père de la politique", sachant que, lui, qui se se dit indépendant, venait à l'instant défendre Rached Ghannouchi, et qu'il annonçait solennellement devant la Tunisie et le monde entier que "le régime turc se fondait sur les pensées de celui-ci." Risiblement médiocre. Faux même ! Le public tunisien s'en est indigné. L'Histoire aussi s'en indignera. Kemal Ataturk doit se retourner dans sa tombe. Moi, modestement, je voudrais l'embrasser sur la bouche : son hypocrisie et ses mensonges viennent de sauver la Tunisie que je défends, que nous défendons. Risible et médiocre Mourou !

29/03/2010

يقولون من لم يتزوج شامية مات اعزب اقول من لم يتزوج درموعية فيما حياته

29/03/2010
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27/03/2010

Ecole normale supérieure * دار المعلمين العليا
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LYRICS:
Bismillah-i-Rahman-nur-Raheem (In the name of God, most gracious, most merciful)

Come and take a ride wit me thru the city of dreams / and let me drop a story bout Fatima Al-Amin / She’s nineteen / Palestinain Queen / But she’s from a place my people in the ghettos never seen / so nobody hears the stories of her strugglin / there’s bangin @ the door / sorry Mama they had guns I had to let them in / I couldnt bring myself to pick up a stone / cuz I remember last week you brought the bones / of my baby brother home / and I cry myself to sleep everynight / I wanna grow up but the bullets keep on dancin in the moonlight / Everybody around / they clowns / no one care / politicians and people say they listen / don’t nobody hear / There aint no way to bring no sense to this pain / everyday the same thang / they killing us in the Sun / we killin them in the rain / Everybody be sayin we need to be sprayin while praying / but nobody be prayin / they juss be sprayin / so please….

Come ride wit me to the city of dream / on a Magic Carpet Ride
(Everything is fine / no imaginary lines / no one dancin in the desert / blowin up the sunshine)

Its three o’clock in the mornin and Fatima cant sleep / she hears the gun shots but the precsious little girl doesnt make a peep / she’s heard it all before / every since she could remember / dead bodies on the floor / but she dont care cuz its December / and Fatima’s turnin 20 today / its only five o’clock but she gotta get up to pray / tru to her faith / and she cant wait to go to school to see her friends / please God / lemme make it passed the bullets and explosions / Fatima’s on her way / forgot to kiss her Mama goodbye / but she had no idea / took a bullet thru her eye / Her little body hit the floor without a quiver / lying in a pool of blood so deep George Bush would shiver / Now Mama only got one child left / and Daddy went crazy / cuz two of his babies / are gone, aint gonna be nothin left / He’s a desperate man dreamin of the heaven sent / smilin cuz his last son juss turned into a Militant… /

Come ride wit me to the city of dream / on a Magic Carpet Ride
(Everything is fine / no imaginary lines / no one dancin in the desert / blowin up the sunshine)

So now shorty think he a man at 17 / screamin MUJAHIDEEN / all he wants to do is be free from the pain he’s seen / but he cant cuz lil homie knows the truth / He aint got no future cuz all they shootin is the youth / So he straps up / wit a rag around his face / got his flag in the sky / gotta collide / my head held high / Got a Mack 11 / and an AK-47 / by my side / aint no other way muthaf**ka / RIDE TILL I DIE… / Now stop the story / I need to blaze and contemplate / I be patiently waitin / while time be racin / my assassination / aint too far away / cuz I kno how the future be told / There’s a coffee shop on a crowded block / its where my sotry will unfold / Excuse me can I have a triple mocha latte / You dont kno this but Im about to stop this par-tay / Is that for here or to go? / It dont matter bitch / I got a bomb on my chest and its about to explode / You stole my soul… /

Come ride wit me to the city of dream / on a Magic Carpet Ride
(Everything is fine / no imaginary lines / no one dancin in the desert / blowin up the sunshine)

Breakdown:

Everyday we rise and we fall / but we know / Ain’t nobody stand through it all / and they know / Ain’t no way we always be wrong / but we know / ONE DAY we gonna rise through it all / but for now time’s froze…

27/03/2010

Ecole normale supérieure * دار المعلمين العليا
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إني اخترتك يا وطني حباً وطواعية
إني اخترتك يا وطني سراً وعلانية
إني اخترتك يا وطني
فليتنكر لي زمني
ما دمت ستذكرني
يا وطني الرائع يا وطني
يا وطني الرائع يا وطني
دائم القدرة يا قلبي
وإن بان في عيني الأسى
دائم الثورة يا قلبي
وإن صارت صفحاتي مسا

جئت في زمن الجزر
جئت في عز التعب
رشاش عنفٍ وغضب
وغضب وغضب وغضب.. وغضب

إني اخترتك يا وطني حباً وطواعية
إني اخترتك يا وطني سراً وعلانية
إني اخترتك يا وطني
فليتنكر لي زمني
ما دمت ستذكرني
يا وطني الرائع يا وطني
يا وطني الرائع يا وطني

دائم القدرة يا قلبي
وإن بان في عيني الأسى
دائم الثورة يا قلبي
وإن صارت صفحاتي مسا

جئت في زمن الجزر
جئت في عز التعب
رشاش عنفٍ وغضب
وغضب وغضب وغضب.. وغضب

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