1984 by Raxstar & DJ Harpz
From the Immortal Productions album “Jujharu Khalsa”
Vocals & Lyrics by Raxstar
Produced by DJ Harpz
Video by Narvir & Gurbir
The concept of the video was to personify the Indian Government’s oppression and the Sikh struggle into two characters to depict the last 60 years, both artistically and poetically. The painting at the beginning represents a time of culture and art, destroyed by the 1947 partition and the 1966 re-mapping of Punjab. The hit with the bat is the final blow of systematic destruction and signals the beginning of the Genocide’s physical violence. The torturing that follows represents the decade of police extermination through Operation Woodrose in the 1980s and early 1990s. The burning of the art piece represents the burning of the Sikh Reference Library after it was looted by the Indian Army. The ripping of Gunisha Kaur’s ‘Lost in History’ represents the destruction of Sikh intelligentsia whilst the feeding of bugs/insects is a metaphor for the substituted propaganda we have been fed. The bit of the video that has triggered the most debate? “Hey narvz, what does the ending mean?!” Like the entire video, and like all art, it’s open to interpretation. For me, the bystander who helped free the Sikh struggle never existed, hence why he disappears in the video twice. Far too many of us are waiting for someone to grant us what we want, whether its justice or freedom. The reality is, they’ll never come. We are what we’ve been waiting for and we must find our answers, ourselves.
ENGLISH LYRICS & TRANSLATION
The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history.
I’ve been planning this for months, saving up all I have, now I’ve packed my bags and said bye to mum and dad. Got a job in the city and todays the day I leave, never believed I could achieve all of this at 18. Before any journey starts I go to the Gurdwara, matha tek ke then I’m ready to proceed further. I got dreams and ambitions and I pray for success, for my family’s health and for the Lords blessing. Now I’m on the train and we’re moving, thinking about my life and how it’s slowly started improving. I hope that I can make some new friends when I get there. 7 hours cooped up in here I need some fresh air. Can’t explain it but for some reason a nervous feeling in me, the train slows down as we’re pulling into Delhi. I’m looking at the platform and I see a body burning and the mob gets on the train shouting grab the boy with the turban.
When that mother would have seen and experienced that hurt, when that child was screamed out, when her own husband who was a Indian army soldier who used to salute India, who’s head was smashed with weapons and crushed without any remorse – think what would’ve that wife experienced and suffered who had seen her husband dying in agony this way?
I remember being confused cos there were just the 4 of us, me my mum and dad and older brother it was always love. Around the way they called me Mr Singhs youngest. They knew him as a soldier cos he fought for our country. But mum said that people that took him they didn’t care. I knew she was lying when she said I shouldn’t be scared. What’s stronger than a mothers bond? Why did she start crying when I ask her where my brothers gone? Or what they’ve done with dad? Are either of them ever coming back? Why did people say we killed their mother when we didn’t? Why are all my uncles and cousin brothers in prison? When none of us are criminals and when they came here why did you tell them I’m a little girl and tie my hair in plaits? You said cos I’m a boy and they’d have killed me for that.
In our house a river of blood is flowing – for 3 days dead bodies lay. I went to alert the general, to the police, who didn’t I go to? Nobody picked up the bodies. 3 days later I gathered items from the house and cremated my son and husband at home. I am deeply thankful to those Sikhs, Christians, Muslims and Hindus who at that time helped or saved Sikhs – their humanity and conscious was alive at that time – I am thankful to those people from the bottom of my heart.
I witnessed murder, a river of blood. Scratch that it was a slaughter, the image is stuck permanently in my mind of women and sons, fathers and daughters what have these innocents done? I tried to report it I tried to tell the police, they told me there’s a curfew and to get off the streets. I don’t understand, why did they just stand and watch? In my heart I know we’re all he same cos I’m a man of God. They said they’d kill me and my family if I tried to help. This is my idea of hell. I thought that I had failed. My Sikh neighbor lived by himself, I snuck into his house when I found him he was all alone. We had to hide him from the killers when we brought him home. I saved a life but so many people saw me run. I just wish there was more that I could’ve done. I just wish there was more that I could’ve done.
Hurt should not be inflicted on any human. Not an innocent Hindu nor any innocent Muslim nor a Christian nor any innocent Sikh should die in this country. It is our duty, it is the laws duty, it is our parliaments duty that they should promote unity and foster a sense of brotherhood. If not today tomorrow – it doesn’t take long to become a slave.
An explanation of the video can be found here.
“I wasn’t born there but it feels like it’s Home
stranger in a land that doesn’t see me as its own,
The stories I could tell the places that I’ve been,
The faces that are lost and use my words just to be seen”
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Lyrics written and performed by Raxstar // @Raxstar
Produced & Mixed by: Luke Masih // @LukeMasih
Video shot and edited by Narvir Singh // @Narvision
I wasn’t born there but it feels like its home
Stranger in a land that doesn’t see me as its own
The stories I could tell the places that I’ve been
The faces that are lost and use my words just to be seen
She was born here this land is her home
She plays with some dirt in an alley on her own
Kneading it like bread making shapes out of it
What’s so fascinating to her is something that I don’t get
Maybe I’m not supposed to
Her innocence is present I can’t put it in my vocals
But she wore a pink dress that was permanently grey
It had never been washed I thought she’d turn to me and say
“What you looking at?” but she was so engrossed
In the dirt she was playing with it covered up her toes
I wondered if her Mum would come and tell her to stop
Was her Mum even aware of where her daughter was?
Or was she lost herself?
Or maybe she had lost her health
and now the only family she had was some foster help
I should’ve given money to her, How much does it cost to help?
Justified it as she was a stranger and I stopped myself
And that’s what I regret the most
I could have went to get her clothes
Before I thought to get involved
My cousin started talking slowly took me inside
And before I turned around she stopped and looked me in my eyes like
I hope that you remember me
If she grew up in a Western country would her life be any different?
Would her Dad be around? Or would be too busy drinking?
After a hard days work he hasn’t got the time
To be a Father to her, he thinks she’s doing fine
and does he even care? She’s born into a culture
that doesn’t value women, Would he rather have a son or
does he see himself as someone who let her live?
He knew she was a girl inside the womb and she exists
Because he gave her permission.. How sick is that?
And she knows this cos he told her now she’s tryna pay him back,
With no positive male there to be her guiding light
All she’s got is reality TV every single night,
Always online now its more than a hobby
Posting pictures every few hours showing parts of her body
Self worth determined by the amount of likes she gets
All she hears is hate from the voices inside her head
Nobody to tell her she’s beautiful
and to save herself for someone that is suitable
Who hasn’t been her age and felt like they’re a loser too?
I know I have and I know that time is brutal too
What I imagined seeing that four year old
in dirty clothes playing in the street with a runny nose
I hope I’m wrong and her life is filled with beauty
close my eyes and I can see her face is looking to me like
I hope that you remember me…
I remember you…
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I want to seek the truth
Don’t want to hurt no soul
It ain’t easy to do
So we learn as we go
They say it’s hard to be nice
When your fear’s so strong
Asking me questions like
Why do you let your beard grow long?
That don’t deserve an answer
Tryna elevate the scene that I’m a part of
The temptation is to be a martyr
But the sins of the son can curse the father
So we live for the moment trust in the future
The past is a memory it can’t control us
Earned my respect that’s cojones
You don’t deserve it like a bankers bonus
Retweet that, he’s back with his beanie hat
This one’s for you if you’ve got Fulfilling Ambition in your CD rack
Gal meri manlay veeriya (Listen to me my brother)
Eh duniya di tundh e veeriya (This is the coldness of the world my brother)
Jinha nu pyar ditha o dhoka kavondhe (The ones whom we show love to feed us betrayal)
But I ain’t eating up
How many times have I done this
Since 2005 I have run this
Maybe I’m out of my mind but I want this
Been a couple thousand of mine maybe hundreds
Songs of mine that can be found in abundance
You could try breaking me down with the truncheons
But I pray making the sounds of a hunter
I ain’t never fly around like a vulture
A soldier they can’t tie down to a bunker
I fly out in the clouds with the thunder
Astounding when you see the crowd in a wonder
Fire still burning I found my hunger
I was lost for a second but I’m found again
My Ego told me to write you a letter so I took out my book and I found a pen
Voices in my head something’s telling me to write it down
Ego’s getting bigger I’m too powerless to fight it now
All I got is choices, All I got is choices
Made a date with destiny but somehow I missed the appointment
All I got is choices, All I got is choices,
Made a date with destiny and now there’s no way to avoid it
Living in a bubble of them saying they feel you
You don’t reply back they say that you’re real rude
And I just want to eat I ain’t talking about real food
Don’t mean the Bible when I say verses heal you
The Lord above is the person I appeal to
Never worshipped money it’s only you that I kneel to
Too much of anything you love can kill you
And I fail to see the reason I’m compared to
Don’t make me laugh, you’re a daydreamer
You ain’t worked as hard as me or raised the bar
So bow down and taste the tar
On the road I’ve got to go don’t chase my car
Telling me to slow down what the brakes are for
They tried to put me in a box that I’ma take apart
Who you think I wrote fading for?
I was lost and I stayed indoors
Crazy thoughts plus creative force
Equals a beauty we were craving for
Now I’m ready for the world let’s arrange a tour
It didn’t take 7 days like Craig David or
Makaveli but we praise the legend
Touch the feet of the elders who gave their blessing
Loved music since age 11
And 18 years later she stayed a best friend
I believe when they say it’s destined
Ain’t mad at anybody who came and left him
Took baby steps
And now I feel like Charles Xavier leader of the Asian X-Men