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Al Robles - Rappin With Ten Thousand Carabaos In The Dark Lyrics

International Hotel—in the mongo heart & isda mind of the Philippines—where old & young Pilipinos live, hang, & roam around all day like carabaos in the mud: eating, sleep­ing & working. Pilipinos scattered all over—brown faces pied high, moving like shadows on trees, concrete doorways, pool halls, barber shops. Guitar music echoes thru— down deep in your mongo heart & isda mind. Chinatown across the way. Sixty-thousand or more live in rooms the size of tea pots, stretching east, west, north & south. Thousands are crammed in damp basements, alley ways, behind run-down barrels of ancient Chinese mountain wine. Thousands of Chinese children run along soy sauce streets— long black hair glistening like a cool stream—a quiet moon watches. Short crop of hair—morning spring faces— underneath fresh-soaked clouds. All those tiny footsteps keep the winter belly warm.


All night session—ocean of words
Legaspi—Frank—Bob—-Bill Sorro—Mee Har—Me
& somebody else.
Early start at Legaspi’s UFA mountain fortress


Put down your white mind
with your eyes behind brown skin
brown =brown =brown=brown
fallen coconuts on a cold
cold winter day.
brown=brown=brown=brown
fish drying
in the hot summer sun


Bill Sorro: “You know, when I go into the pool halls
& see my Pilipino brothers, I want to say to them:
‘you know I know how you feel; I know how you think.’ I want to say to them,
Manong, manong, manong, don’t you know
you are being fucked.”
“I am brown, I am together, I am beautiful”
Come down from those white flaky hills
the smell of the carabao shit stills
the mind
keeps the pampano swimming
in your belly.
Put down your knives & forks
and eat rice & fish
with brown winter-soiled hands.
jump and wallow
in the mountain-grass heap shit
of the carabao.


Ah, Pilipinos
if you only knew how brown you are
you would slide down
from the highest
mountain top
you would whip out your lava tongue
& burn up all that white shit
that’s keeping your people down.


Don’t you know
you smell like
the deep brown earth
if you only knew
if your eyes were
only opened
you would see the sun
come down
if you only knew
you would bring the sun down
on the grass
underneath brown children's feet

You can't hide the fish heads
in your pocket
the smell is too strong


But wait!
I'll whip out
a sharp bamboo leaf
and push it down
your throat
but I'll be gentle
I'll push it down
with my bolo knife
& you will cry out
maybe see into the dawn
hear water buffaloes
galloping along the river


Rain will fall
& wash your skin down
& you will tear off your clothes
listen to the strong wind
& you will run with your bolo
with your mind fired
with tons of burning lava
& you will feel the winter rain beat down
on your naked brown body
& you will be by the people
on the sand
by the water
in the mountains
& you will have your sharp bolo
& sing & dance
& eat & fight
All day into
the hot blazing sun
thru the cool dark night
onto the next morning
Behind the early morning fog
a million brown pilipino faces
chanting: makibaka, makibaka, makibaka
makibaka, makibaka, makibaka