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These songs were created as blues compositions but could fit other genres -- country, r and b, straight rock; "Last Man in Cairo" could be done slow, a lament. These songs came from the gut when I was finishing up my 12th year in Cairo and witnessing anguish on the street and in my heart. I was seeing human nature unfold in harsh, sometimes poignantly naked ways. I'm a writer (and translator), but I'd never been visited by the song muse until I was living through these days. [545 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
American writer/translator/traveler. Lived more than a decade in the Middle East, teaching and writing. [July 2013]
Cairo Revolution Songs Richard Stevens
Last Man in Cairo (title)
There’s a peculiar way of talkin’
Where the truth ain’t what it seems
Sometimes you could say it’s lying
Sometimes it’s the actual thing
Now I hear the preacher man mutter
‘stead of callin’ to noontime prayers
and there ain’t no cars on Main Street
but there’s a jet right over my head.
You can talk about your big cities
I’ve lived in ‘em one by one
But you can’t know the way I’m feelin’
‘Til there’s no place left to run.
I’m the loneliest man in Cairo, baby.
That’s the truth that’s going around
It don’t matter ‘bout the 20 million
If your loved ones ain’t in town.
I’m the last man in Cairo, baby,
It’s beginning to feel like a slog
I’m wonderin’ where all the people are gone
While I’m out here walking my dog.
Well, it wouldn’t be so bad in Pine Ridge, Georgia
Where there ain’t many souls any way
But I’m a long, long way from home
And I’m feelin’ down today.
Yeah, I’m lost in the Arab City, not an Arab
Bone in my hand, and I heard the news today,
‘Boy, get on out of our land.
You ain’t on no census, stupid,
You don’t have no group-invite,
You got a danged good reason to beat it
And do or don’t that dog bite?’
Yeah, I’m the last man in Cairo, baby,
Send me my ticket back
20 million all around me
but I’m havin’ a heart attack.
Shame You’re a Target Now (title)
Most of life’s in the small things
And you do them well
Or not
But there’s one more thing worth
Counting
It’s not a ‘do,’ it’s a ‘got’
Have you got a dollar or don’t you?
Have you got red hair or white?
Do you kneel to pray to Allah
Or do you light a prayer wheel
At night?
What is it you’ve got on your face,
Is that white, tan, pink or black?
I wonder if you got a license,
We might have to send you back.
Yeah, baby, you are so many things,
So many things beautiful and right,
It’s a doggone shame you
Got to be a target,
Well, you better learn how to fight
It might be there’s a lot of sniffing
When you standing in the check-out line,
You might get a look on the sidewalk
And a ‘better watch your behind.’
Yeah, there’s all kinds of trouble brewing
That you cannot understand
That’s because it ain’t what you’re
Doing
No, see, you’re a certain kind
Of man
It sure is a shame being a target, baby,
Most of us been there once or twice
But now that you know what’s happening,
You’d better sing these blues tonight:
‘I am a target, you all, and I want the world
to know
my life’s turned upside down,
I feel like I’m fixing to blow
How can I stay around
How can I just be me
When a hundred other people
Think I’m not where I’m supposed
To be?
‘Yeah-yeah, I’m a target, momma,
and it surely is a drag
can’t put my mind on tomorrow
when I’m in somebody else’s bag.
Fadeout talking:
You know, I’ve been
Feeling funny around here, like
I grew a second nose or
Something. You know what I’m saying?
Just funny.
I could have sworn the other day
I felt somebody’s finger
Drawing a big circle on my back
Then a quick poke, right in the
Center. Hey, that’s my
Heart, man. How’s that supposed to
Make a person feel? …yeah,
I know. Haha. Target. Sure nuff.
I believe I’m fixing to blow
This place. Yeah, I know.
It’s a shame. Agree with you
All the way on that…
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah…
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