6 Apr 2008


roforofo fight

n. a political battle in which no participant is unsullied; a mud-slinging contest. Subjects: ,
Etymological Note: This was popularized by, if not originated by, the 1972 song Roforofo Fight by Nigerian musician Fela Anikulapo Kuti. The first part of the term is apparently the reduplicated Yoruba word rofo ‘mud.’

Black President is a 1981 album by Fela Kuti released on the Capitol Records label.

Fela Anikulapo Kuti (born Olufela Olusegun Oludotun Ransome-Kuti, October 15, 1938 - August 2, 1997), or simply Fela, was a Nigerian multi-instrumentalist musician and composer, pioneer of Afrobeat music, human rights activist, and political maverick.

He was ranked at number 46 in a list of the top 100 most influential musicians compiled by HMV. [1]

Track listing

Disc One

  1. "Lady" - 13:49
  2. "Shakara" - 13:26
  3. "Gentleman" (Edit Version) - 11:02
  4. "Water no get Enemy" (Edit Version) - 9:50
  5. "Zombie" - 12:25
  6. "Sorrow Tears & Blood" - 10:15
  7. "No Agreement (Part 2)" - 7:54

Disc Two

  1. "Roforofo Fight" - 15:41
  2. "Shuffering and Shmiling (Part 2)" - 12:25
  3. "Coffin for Head of State (Part 2)" - 13:22
  4. "ITT (Part 2)" - 13:42
  5. "Army Arrangement (Part 2)" - 17:02
  6. "ODOO" (Edit Version) - 6:54

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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