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Rwandan Eyes

Lorne Clarke & Tom Flannery
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A RWANDAN SONG CYCLE
© 2004 Tom Flannery and Lorne Clarke
a SongaWeek.com production
www.rwandasongs.com
Clarke & Flannery love to hear your thoughts on the song cycle. Email them to anthracite@rocketmail.com.


rwandaThis is not a history lesson. We're not historians. We're songwriters. And anyway... how the hell is anybody going to explain the systematic state sponsored slaughter of close to a million people with a handful of songs? We're not.

Truth is, there is no explanation for the Rwandan genocide. What there is in abundance, however, is ignorance. If these songs make just one person dig a little deeper, then we've made our money back, so to speak. We've touched upon specific pieces of the horror, but don't even pretend to be able to understand it from the Rwandan point of view. We're observers from afar. Interested, heartbroken observers....but merely observers nonetheless. Please keep that in mind.

All of these songs are solo acoustic performances...recorded live with a digital 8 track studio in Northeastern Pennsylvania. The full lyrics are available, as are the complete recordings in both mp3 and quicktime formats. Notes for each song are provided, giving some insight into the creative process....and explaining where explanations are necessary. The entire project is only available via the internet. There is no "official" CD of this music. This is strictly an "online" project.
This is partly due to economics, but also because once a CD is released, it can't be changed. We're likely to add new songs here at any time.

Individual essays are also posted, because some ideas that we have probably can't be conveyed using the song form alone. These too will probably grow in time. Also, a brand new play by playwright Tom Flannery called Rwandan Eyes is available exclusively here.

Everything here is free. Listen, distribute freely, discuss.

Do everything but steal.

Tom Flannery & Lorne Clarke.


ABOUT THE SONG

rwandaneyes.At first you can see nothing but the eyes. And you see that there is plenty of life there. They are not cold eyes. There is surely fear, because deep inside there has never been anything but fear for her…but one can register a flicker of hope as well….if you gaze into them long enough. Just what have those eyes seen? Have they seen murder? Have they seen rape? Do they now inhabit a world in which all family is gone…replaced by….what? How do you replace family? If you could speak with her….what would you say? What would seem appropriate? Maybe it is not necessary to speak. Maybe a smile is all she needs? After all, how often are you close enough to deliver a smile that really matters?

She leans against a wall that has seen better days. There is a large gash missing, perhaps taken out during fighting of some kind. Perhaps the indirect result of a grenade? Or maybe the violent blow of a machete that missed its intended target. She leans against the wall as if she it holding it up, instead of the other way around. Her country’s genocide has knocked over every foundation she has ever known. Why should this one not fall on her as well?

To move from her hiding place would risk….what? Are the killers still out there? Does she know them by sight? Worse, do they know her by sight? And with eyes like hers, do they dare let her live? To step from her darkness into the light of day could mean…well, you know damn well what it could mean.

She is, without a doubt, beautiful. Even judging by western television standards, she remains striking. The aforementioned eyes. The perfect nose. The skin as soft and perfect as a newborn’s. Her black clothing only adds to her allure….plying our imaginations with mystery, which we love, and danger, which we love even more as long as that danger can be imagined from the safety of our homes. True danger is unpleasant after all.

There is a dignity to her that is almost overwhelming. In some ways comparing her to another girl of the same age in a western country would not be fair. What would they have to talk about? What do they have in common? You say…”childhood”…meaning I suppose that after a good meal or two she’d be acclimated to the ways of how children are supposed to act…..and would be lying on the floor with the rest of them playing with dolls? I don’t think so. I’m fairly certain her childhood was taken from her…and another long look into those eyes should tell you that it’s not coming back.

Does she dream? The very word “dream” conjures up something pleasant. That’s why we had to invent the word “nightmare”. Even though a nightmare is a dream, one word is not sufficient to describe how the mind works when the eyes close.

We don’t dream in color….or so they say. I swear I do but nobody believes me. Regardless, what images in her mind would come back to her when she sleeps? Can the horror she has seen be conjured up again?….or is it buried so deep that even subconscious excacation is fruitless? If the latter is true, is that not some sort of sign that God does indeed exist? If proof were indeed given to her of a supreme being, would that make any difference to her? Would she say…..”what were you doing when my family was being hacked to death?” Would she not have the right to an answer?

Look one last time before you move on. Can you say that you did not let her down? She cried and the world did indeed hear her…..don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. We heard her and chose to do nothing. Why? If she were white would it have mattered? Perhaps, although there are mass graves in Bosnia filled with whites who were equally ignored. Maybe it’s more than race. Maybe it’s deeper in the soul than that.

If she had been the first item on the front page, instead of being buried on the bottom of page 26…would it have mattered? If she had been the leading story on the news instead of the one day story that came beween weather and sports, would it have mattered? If we had not been struck dumb by the sight of Olympic figure skaters bashing each other’s knees with metal pipes, would it have mattered? If OJ hadn’t done his thing, would it have mattered? Would we have had time then to look into her eyes? We seem to have found time to do it now. What has changed between then and now?

I can tell you that I have changed….and I hope for the better. But who can really say? Let me hear you all say it….”Never Again”….and I’ll think….”until the next time.”....and then maybe I'll do nothing again.
I'd like to look through his eyes
to see what he can see
I'd like to talk with his tongue
the words he learned to speak
I'd like control of the arm
that drew the machete high
and to get inside the ears
that ignored my children's cry

I'd like to watch the sun go down
and no longer be afraid
I'd like to see true justice
and not a guilt ridden charade
I'd like to speak to so many
that are no longer here
I'd like to know what a smile means
but even that's not clear

I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again

I'd like to tell someone my story
but just where to begin?
will you judge it from the inside
or from the color of my skin
will you write of ethnic hatreds
that same old western song
or the fact that we were one people
until your masters came along

I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again
I'd like to see Rwandan Eyes again

inviata da CCG/AWS Staff - 17/9/2007 - 21:09



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