So, without further ado (oops), and with apologies to J. K., and thanks to our good distiller friend in whom the spirit of Jaber Bin Hayyan lives on, we dedicate this (appropriately?) civil war song to the downtown protests. As politicians make conciliatory (or surrender) sounds, they may find an exit to this failed coup attempt by mismatched partners. They hoped they could leverage Hezb’s successes, but the display has now outlived its usefulness.
Either way, it’s a goner…
Too much of a good thing, I guess…
Nobody else could miss her, she was as mad as can be.
She wanted Fouad a’goner, it like to broke my heart,
But if I ever find her, we nevermore will part.
Her head is lost in slogans, she’s deceived by a few,
You may talk about Abdo, how he missed his Ghandouree,
But the yellow rose of Downtown was the only girl for me.
She walked along the highway in the noisy summer night:
I know that she remembers, when we parted long ago,
But her mind was gone in slogans; she’s been around a few
You may talk about dear
But the yellow rose of Downtown’ sings quite a melody,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew
You may talk about
But the yellow rose of Downtown, beats the belles of LBC
For we could have sung together, but we parted long ago,
We'll demonstrated once gaily, with the slogans of yore,
But the yellow rose’s dreams, to her matter more,
Her sparkle is just a façade, for those who’ve look in deep,
They are skulking somewhere, wishing they never peered so,
So tired of her vanity, they’re glad to see her go,
Our countries torn and bloody, my heart if full of woe,
I'm going back to the cellar, to find my old AK,
For all of your Merkavas, and of your UNIFIL,
Oh now they’re going for me, for my heart is full of woe,
And we'll shoot at one another, as we did so long ago,
We'll play the killing gaily, and we'll cry the hate of yore,
And many roses from
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