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Published on Feb 23, 2016
Starring Beneil Dariush, Achour Esho, Sargon Saadi, Steve Oshana & Nuri Kino with A Demand For Action.
Concept by: Dennis Joseph and Rachel Sarah Thomas Directed by: Dennis Joseph
"Cuneiform Graffiti" Written and Performed by Rachel Sarah Thomas and Diana Younan Odisho Composed & Arranged by Rachel Sarah Thomas Produced & Mixed by Yoo Soo Kim @ Old Fire Studios Mastered by Stephen Wunderlich @ Justified Noise
Robert Carillo - Cello, Flute Albert Wildeman - Bass Brooke Tollhurst-Mirza - Violin Yoo Soo Kim - Viola Rachel Sarah Thomas - Piano and Vocals Diana Odisho - Spoken Word
Carefully carved on our cities Cuneiform Grafitti Captured in this hell of borders Promised home between the waters
Tethered to the dying ancients We have their names They have our faces Rebellistic, warm like LOVE Fall to ash now with our blood.
Call the warriors from their taverns Sons and daughters of the scattered. I am I - the old Assyrian I have come to save my children.
I have come to save my children.
We are not extinct No we are not defeated We may be dispersed But we are standing here united There's no time For rehearsal It's good vs. evil Turning a blind eye Inaction, indifference This is the pure murder of innocents! Oh, Assyrians of Assyria! We are indigenous to her She is ingrained in us But Greed has divided her Disrupted and misguided her ASSYRIA has reached A vanishing point The tipping point The point of no return
They’ve taken her Garden They've taken her Eden
She's sold to the devil In a slave trade Never to be seen again- She's sold To the devil In a slave trade Never to be seen again And made to wear black Like she's mourning but it's night And on this night And by tomorrow morning Although our blood spills It refills countless bodies, Living Assyrians.
Break the stones My enemy because WE SPEAK IN STONE From the past And unseen places My ARTERIES are the Tigris My VEINS are Euphrates My AmIraqAn Ink Has left stains On these pages My Assyrian skin Reads archaic Aramaic I am NEVER afraid to say it Proud In any place For the ones who have lived, Misplaced and the ones Who have tried to WE are still here And we are EVERYWHERE Visible, Un-erasable, Directly traceable, Let us unearth this empire Be the kings and queens We were meant to be I am, I am
Monumental architecture; I am in it's mark and measure. I am in the mountain song. I have been with you so long.
Lift my name up! Young and tattered Sons and daughters of the scattered. I am I - the old Assyrian. I have come to save my children.