A Coin in Nine Hands - Nicolás Jaar

Last night in a city near the persian gulf

The heat soared to 163

The heat soared to 163

It’s already considered to be

One of the hottest places on earth

But this was a heat that could burn up the sea

This was a heat that could burn up the sea

Tom says it’s gonna burn them all

Burn them all

Burn them all

Before they burn each other (Before they burn each other)

Meanwhile Mohammad remains

Force-fed by his god damn brother

Force-fed by his god damn brother

God damn brother

Shawkan like Mohammad

Held without indictment

Like Victor Jara he was taken to the stadium

Now he’s in a cell

One meter of hell

Now he’s in a cell

One meter of hell (One meter of hell)

The patchwork is made of pain

A history of gain

Can I help you with your fiction?

Can I help you with your fiction?

A history of gain

A history of gain

A history of gain through fiction

A history of gain through friction

Now Badawi is in the middle of a circle of men

Lashes from a whip like the marks of a pen

The mark of a pen like the mind of a boy

Whose father defines what he uses as toys

A history of gain

A history of gain

A history of gain through fiction

A history of gain through friction

Protect yourself from the back of your mind

Potemkin self in the back of your mind

Protect yourself from the back of your mind

Potemkin self in the back of your mind