Gill
The revolution will no be televised
You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.
There will be no pictures of you and Willie May
pushing that shopping cart down the block on the dead run,
or trying to slide that color television into a stolen ambulance.
NBC will not be able predict the winner at 8:32
or report from 29 districts.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
brothers in the instant replay.
There will be no pictures of Whitney Young being
run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process.
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy
Wilkens strolling through Watts in a Red, Black and
Green liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion.
Green Acres, The Beverly Hillbillies, and Hooterville
Junction will no longer be so damned relevant, and
women will not care if Dick finally gets down with
Jane on Search for Tomorrow because Black people
will be in the street looking for a brighter day.
The revolution will not be televised.
There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock
news and no pictures of hairy armed women
liberationists and Jackie Onassis blowing her nose.
The theme song will not be written by Jim Webb,
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell, Tom
Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdink, or the Rare Earth.
The revolution will not be televised.
The revolution will not be right back
after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people.
You will not have to worry about a dove in your
bedroom, a tiger in your tank, or the giant in your toilet bowl.
The revolution will not go better with Coke.
The revolution will not fight the germs that may cause bad breath.
The revolution will put you in the driver's seat.
The revolution will not be televised, will not be televised,
will not be televised, will not be televised.
The revolution will be no re-run brothers;
The revolution will be live.
A.F.C. AJAX AMSTERDAM
 AFC AJAX
A M S T E R D A M
Why is Ajax so special? Just look at what they have achieved since it was founded on March 18, 1900. Ajax has won all cups that can be won by an European team. Just look at this impressive list.
Dutch League Champions 1918 1919 1931 1932 1934 1937 1939 1947 1957 1960 1966 1967 1968 1970 1972 1973 1977 1979 1980 1982 1983 1985 1990 1994 1995 1996 1998 2002
Dutch Cup 1917 1943 1961 1967 1970 1971 1972 1979 1983 1986 1987 1993 1998 1999 2002
European Cup 1971 1972 1973 1995
Cup Winners Cup 1987
UEFA Cup 1992
European Supercup 1972 1973 1995
World Club Cup 1972 1995
Dutch Supercup 1993 1994 1995
DesMerry
never gonna give up buddy!
Kuingat kita berbincang tentang Calang, Lamno, dan Nanggroe
tentang anak-anak nelangsa
anak-anak trauma
tanpa Ayah
tanpa Ibu
tanpa ayah ibu
tiada rumah, tiada sesiapa...
namun masih punya harapan
dan mereka rindu dekapan
"Mereka perlu belajar," katamu.
dan kulihat rekamanmu tentang anak-anak
berdesakkan di tenda menulis
di atas meja-meja
susunan beton reruntuhan rumah
atau meja kayu seadanya
Masih saja mereka tersenyum
cerah wajah kanak-kanak
meski telah melewati lelah
luka duka trauma
"Mereka punya masa depan, mereka butuh bantuan," katamu
Apalah artinya kulit melegam
terbakar matahari Calang
perih memanggang
gersang sepi pepohonan
"Mereka perlu tahu makna alam," katamu
Dan kulihat dirimu terlibat, dalam.
mengajarkan tentang hutan, keseimbangan alam
dan kesadaran
mari lakukan tanpa banyak bicara
Kemudian kumaknai
bahwa keterlibatan adalah cinta.
Medan, 4 April 2005
Po Meurah Pusaka Geutanyoe
Pembagian jenis gajah di Aceh
1. GAJAH MOENDAM : gajah yang berbadan besar panjang, punggungnya tidak bungkuk, bentuk tubuhnya bagus, bagian depan dan buntutnya sama tinggi. Daun telingannya tidak begitu lebar dan lembut. Pandangan matanya lembut dan jinak. Gajah ini yang sering dipakai pada upacara-upacara kebesaran dan dipergunakan sebagai kendaraan raja.
2. GAJAH BUGAM : yaitu sebangsa gajah yang berbadan tinggi besar dan punggungnya bungkuk.
3. GAJAH SIAWANG : gajah yang badannya kecil dan pendek, bulunya kemerah-merahan. Gajah ini liar sukar diajar, malas dan suka berontak, sangat rakus dan sering merusak tanaman.
4. GAJAH KENG : sebangsa gajah yang depannya lebih tinggi dari buntutnya, daun telinga kaku dan lebar melewati kepalanya, bulunya kemerah-merahan, gajah ini tidak suka berkawan, sangat liar dan jahat perangainya, gajah ini tidak dapat dipergunakan untuk apapun.
Gajah yang terbesar yang menjadi pemimpin dalam satu kelompok gajah dinamakan gajah toenggai.
Gajah yang dipergunakan dalam pekerjaa dinamakan gajah toenda.
Dalam masyarakat Aceh, ada berbagai nama panggilan kehormatan untuk gajah diantranya, Po meurah, Pobeuransah, Teukoe-rayeuk, dan Tanaoh-manyang.
Ngon Na Po Meurah
Lam Uteun,
Meugah Ureung Aceh Dumna
Tuhan telpon aku dong
(puisi: Y. Thendra BP)
tuhan sesekali telpon aku dong
biar aku tahu di mana kau sungguh.
jangan pakai sljj apalagi sli, yang dekat saja, lokal cukuplah.
kalau engkau nilpon pakai sljj apalagi sli
betapa jauhnya engkau dariku.
habis, setiap kali kucalling engkau
acap kali mailbox atau terdengar suara mendayu bidadari entah: "tuhan yang anda hubungi sedang sibuk, tunggulah beberapa saat lagi"
memang dosaku banyak, untuk itu aku pinta ampunanmu. kalau engkau tak sudi: wah
pada siapa lagi aku akan meminta.
tuhan telpon aku dong
tak usah lama-lama, sedetik cukuplah.
dan hidupku akan sempurna.
Yogyakarta, Januari 2003
Tsunami
A wall of water is moving towards the shore,
A natural weapon of mass destruction.
Taking whatever the water can,
The roaring sea lives up to its reputation.
People holding on to trees,
praying to stay alive.
Others trying to save others,
taking the great big dive.
Many people missing,
many people dead.
Many struggling to stay alive,
That's all that should be said.
A DROP OF WATER
There is a drop of water on the wall
And the drop is about to fall
and it falls into a trickle
And the trickle is flowing down
Down, down to the ground,
And the moss begins to grow
Watch, watch, watch, watch the water flow
And watch the current become a stream
Busting through the seams
Cracking through the concrete
Bending down the steel
In a raging that is real
A tearing torrent you can feel
Feel the thunder growing, thunder underground
And in my heart, the chains falling apart
The wildness in my soul
And for once in life, for once in life I know
I'm not alone, for the mountains make our bones
With the oceans in our blood
Our feet planted, planted firmly in the mud
We are alive, the burning embers in our eyes
The tingling touch upon our skin
And in the heat of passion we begin to understand
That we are of this land,
That we are part of Earth
and when its threatened we will fight for all we are worth
We watch the dam, the dam come crashing down
Water rushing to the sea
And now the river is free
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