Post 9-11 Blues.... Brilliant!

I was in love with Jay Sean a few years back but now I'm in love with another British Asian. His known to the music world as Riz MC but his real name is Rizwan Ahmed (a.k.a. Riz Ahmed).

He acted in the brilliant Michael Winterbottom's movie titled "Road To Guantanamo" starring as Shafiq Rasul, one of the Tipton Three. It was a true story about three friends who were arrested, imprisoned and abused in the infamous Camp Delta in Guantanomo Bay runned by the capitalist nation of the US of A.

He has also produced a very brilliant and satirical ditty about the current US administration which has been banned on MTV and British / US airplay. It was featured on Al Jazeera English's Listening Post recently. I thought it was impressively creative. So I've featured the full length vidoe on my blog including the lyrics, which I hope I got right.

Thank u RIZ.... Love u a lot! Everybody else, enjoy the vid!





Big shout to George and Ozama
This is the Post 9-11 blues

What can I do? I got the post 9-11 blues
On the telly nothing but the post 9-11 news
War, Iraq, suicide bombs
Stop hogging the limelight and make some room for my songs
Anyway, it’s all re-runs, we need a new war, Bush go get Iran
I heard they’re talking about your Mom
Change the channel, watch some telly for kids
But what’s this? ‘Hi kids, welcome to fun-fun-fun-damentalists’
In the break Nike’s advertising bomb-proof kicks
They’re even showing Bin Laden’s cave on Kribs

So I picked up a respectable magazine
Told me about the new post 9-11 categories
Israeli fighters are soldiers, Irish are paramilitaries
And darkie ones are terrorists, how simple can it be?
But not me, my friends go ‘Riz is still one of us’
But if I haven’t shaved they won’t sit with me on the bus

CHORUS:
Everybody do the post 9-11 dance
Look scared, shake your arse when the bombs go blast
Everybody shake your post 9-11 thongs
So the dossier was wrong? jack some oil, drop a bomb
Sing a song, sing along, Bush and Blair in a tree
K-I-L-L-I-N-G
Shave your beard if you’re brown
And you’d best salute the crown
Or they’ll do you like Brazilians and shoot your arse down

Post 9-11 getting around can be expensive
Costs 12 dead Iraqis for a litre of unleaded
And even Green Cross Code has all changed
They just teach kids ‘duck around low-flying planes’
On the tube if you see a dude with a rucksack and a beard
Move carriages mate, f*ck that
They cancelled Christmas cos of Santa Claus’ beard
His magic red sack got confiscated as a suspect package
No need for halloween, 9-11 is more scary
Osama been gobblin’ his kids and he’s hairy
Hear a knockin’ at the door at early dawn in the dark
He say they’ll trick or treat you to a week in Belmarsh
Forget Guy Fawkes, he’s lame, Gunpowder plots don’t really compare to planes
So no Bonfire, Halloween or Christmas, they’re done
We’ll do it all on one day, Merry 9-1-1

CHORUS

You started us, now we got a post 9-11 dance – LISTEN
Dig your oil! Dat your plane! Dig your oil! F*ck Bush!

Post 9-11 policy might seem harsh, but it is the terrorists’ fault we got ID cards,
And the congestion charge, that they’re extending far
And electronic tags on the chav children’s arms
Course we need Belmarsh, f*ck 28 days
We should put the whole of Oldham in some f*cking cage
Move Hounslow underground, so nothing could go wrong,
Lootin's already movin', Bradford’s already gone
We’re all suspects, so literally be watching your back
I farted and got arrested for a chemical attack
Dropped some litter on the street and I caused a bomb scare
But told the policeman my name was John, they thought they’d caught the wrong Brer’
But it’s OK, post 9-11 I’ve been getting paid
Playing terrorists on telly, getting songs made
‘But will it get airplay, geezer?' If BBC don’t want it I’ll send it to Al-Jazeera ... Yeah!

CHORUS