A song of the sandlands
An intriguing sojourn tracking relict hominids in the Hindu Kuch allowed ample leisure for music-making around the campfire. In that remote mountainous wilderness, under endless sky and distant, icy stars, homesickness inspired a song of the sandlands:
The roadworks are such a bloody pain
Y viva Jumeira
My husband's shagged the maid again
Y viva Jumeira
It's gridlock rock around the clock
Y viva Al Deira
The hookers are strutting round the block
Y viva Al Deira
We're stuck in another traffic jam
Y viva Karama
The rent's soared but no one gives a damn
Y viva Karama
The workers still aren't getting paid
Y viva Marina
Our flat's worth half of what we paid
Y viva Marina
The roadworks are such a bloody pain
Y viva Jumeira
My husband's shagged the maid again
Y viva Jumeira
It's gridlock rock around the clock
Y viva Al Deira
The hookers are strutting round the block
Y viva Al Deira
We're stuck in another traffic jam
Y viva Karama
The rent's soared but no one gives a damn
Y viva Karama
The workers still aren't getting paid
Y viva Marina
Our flat's worth half of what we paid
Y viva Marina
Labels: driving, jumeirah janes, labourers, maids, poetry
22 Comments:
Bravo! Bravo!
Was that the one about the expats going back to the UK and getting depressed? It was pretty interesting.
I don't think it's really possible to just go back. Travel changes people, whether they want it to or not.
And no matter how mad you get with the culture etc here at times, it's pretty hard to go back to a western country and hear a lot of the ignorance about "ay-rabs". Because working and living here you cannot help but encounter at least some of the good ones.
And while we bitch here because we have personal experience of the "bad" ones, it's hard to take bitching from people that have never met any kind of Middle Easterners, educated/ignorant/whatever.
Thanks a lot SD. I've spent the whole morning since 7am humming zippity doo da thanks to Neil and Susan on Channel 4, now I'm going to be humming viva espana for the rest of the day! great!
Fantastic, fantastic. Breaks away can provide such reflective inspiration. y viva secret dubai, por favor, yada yada.
Don't ever do that again! I scared the secretary off my laughing out loud ;)
my == by.. freaking typos.
ah finally a new SD post to relieve the boredom and boring conversations on the previous one.
give yourself a pat on the back...
cheers
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Gautam
Huzzah! Welcome back SD!
Going to see if I can find last friday's Friday mag, sounds quite interesting
Ed
classic...!
/Mumtaz/. I just wish that the Filipinas don't work as maids, or they could have been excluded. *sigh*
traffic jam makes people insane i suppose 0_o joking :)
complain..bitch...bitch some more..
i wonder where else you n ur bunch of cheerleaders would rather be ?
this one made me smile
Brilliant... Brilliant...
hindu kuch..u in afghanistan or summin'? would explain the barmy drug induced song you're singing 'round the campfire..ah well..bless yer soul...ta
Im probably the only one here that actually got livid at the song,.,. Why only the bad things? What about the hospitality of Jumeirah? What of the friendly traders of Deira? What of the silken saris of Karama? How about saying something about the elegant towers at the Marina,.,. Frankly, I find your lyrics in ill-taste.
LOL 3lo g! Silken saris of Karama... haahahahahaha!
Oddly catchy, that.
i luv humpin n grindin ma filly made in haven
it needs more cowbell
"The workers still aren't getting paid"
visit www.labourcomplaints.ae
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