Leader speaks:
Adaraniya Janasamudaya,
Hamilai yas chunab ma bipachi le sadayantra garera harna badhya tulyayo. Hamro party narahe janta ra rastra nai narahane sambhabana cha. Tyasaile janus, banda hadtal garnus, chakka jam, todfod garnus!
Well, if you want to hear that, you will have to listen to my new song :) I made it in all seriousness but it turned out to be a bloody funny song. Even I am laughing. Go on and amuse yourself :)
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http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pagemusic.cfm?bandID=411073 The lyrics is as follows:
A Divided Nation/ Brothers with Arms
This country nestled in, the Himalayas
Led by example, as a zone of peace
This nation is deeply in trouble now
Many of its youths have, rested in peace
Seeds were first sown; corruption, injustice
And exacerbated, by unequal birth
Believed fuelled by abject poverty
Well at least that’s how it has been put forth
Chorus:
The only objective is infliction of bodily harm
Brothers in arms no more, its brothers with arms
Thirst for blood and power is where the problem lies
No matter who dies, its the mother who cries
Leader speaks:
Adaraniya Janasamudaya,
Hamilai yas chunab ma bipachi le sadayantra garera harna badhya tulyayo. Hamro party narahe janta ra rastra nai narahane sambhabana cha. Tyasaile janus, banda hadtal garnus, chakka jam, todfod garnus!
{ Dear People, we have been forced to concede loss in this election due to conspiracy of our opponents. If our party ceases to exist, the existence our people and the whole nation is at risk. So, go ahead and wreak havoc, indulge in anarchy}
Guitar Solo
It’s a shame brothers who used to be in arms
Have turned hardcore enemies overnight
Hungry to kill and maim the bodies
In a pool of blood of your own kind
Only lord knows how long it can drag on
Or whether it will take us to any new heights
United we stand, divided we fall
The big neighbors have something in sight
Chorus:
The only objective is infliction of bodily harm
Brothers in arms no more, its brothers with arms
Thirst for blood and power is where the problem lies
No matter who dies, its the mother who cries
Abduction and threat to forward your agenda
Achieving satisfaction through personal vendetta
Thirst for blood and power is where the problem lies
No matter who dies, its the mother who cries
Written, Composed and Performed by Bibek Bhatta
February 2006
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