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Apr 7, 2008
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Roforofo
roforofo fight
n. a political battle in which no participant is unsullied; a mud-slinging contest. Subjects: Nigeria, Politics 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
- "Lady" - 13:49
- "Shakara" - 13:26
- "Gentleman" (Edit Version) - 11:02
- "Water no get Enemy" (Edit Version) - 9:50
- "Zombie" - 12:25
- "Sorrow Tears & Blood" - 10:15
- "No Agreement (Part 2)" - 7:54
Disc Two
- "Roforofo Fight" - 15:41
- "Shuffering and Shmiling (Part 2)" - 12:25
- "Coffin for Head of State (Part 2)" - 13:22
- "ITT (Part 2)" - 13:42
- "Army Arrangement (Part 2)" - 17:02
- "ODOO" (Edit Version) - 6:54
100 days' indulgence, 1948, Rome.
Ten Rules
for a Happy and Successful Wife
1- Avoid arguments. Your husband has his share from other sources.
2- Don't nag.
3- Don't drink or eat to excess.
4- If you offend your husband, always ask forgiveness before you retire.
5- Compliment your husband liberally. It makes him a better husband.
6- Budget wisely together. Live within your income.
7- Be sociable and go out with your husband.
8- Dress neatly and attractively for your husband, and keep your home clean and cheerful.
9- Keep your household troubles to yourself.
10- Pray together and stay together
T.J.P. 69
no. 1072 MADE IN ITALY
Nihil Obstat:
John H. Ramsey
Censor Librorum
from
"A Wife's Daily Prayer"
for a Happy and Successful Wife
1- Avoid arguments. Your husband has his share from other sources.
2- Don't nag.
3- Don't drink or eat to excess.
4- If you offend your husband, always ask forgiveness before you retire.
5- Compliment your husband liberally. It makes him a better husband.
6- Budget wisely together. Live within your income.
7- Be sociable and go out with your husband.
8- Dress neatly and attractively for your husband, and keep your home clean and cheerful.
9- Keep your household troubles to yourself.
10- Pray together and stay together
T.J.P. 69
no. 1072 MADE IN ITALY
Nihil Obstat:
John H. Ramsey
Censor Librorum
from
"A Wife's Daily Prayer"
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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?)
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followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
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