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today you become man - the fat white family lyrics

when you look down at your shaft you don’t see the same thing i see brother
no no no. there’s a crucial difference
you guys had it done in england
you had it done the humane way
the pair of you were asleep
you were infants
i was five. five years old man
and i was awake
boyo was i awake
when i look down at my shaft
i see mutilation. i see dad’s forehead
broken into a million c*n*ls of pure rage
i see grandad in the back of that old peugeot
cradling me as we roll towards maillot
air full of dancing dust ’round the back of that thing
the occasional bit of gunfire
this was the middle of the eighties
folks still had guns you know
before the troubles, before the civil war
everyone had a gun. they were popping them off in celebration
i knew we weren’t going book shopping
that’s what dad had told me
where are we going dad?
we go buy book
sound i thought
but why were folks shooting at the sky?
and why were we driving in a convoy?
who goes book shopping by convoy?
i don’t read anymore as you know
all the same, n0body goes book shopping by convoy
that’s when i knew something was afoot
that’s when i knew i was f*cked for sure
but you’re five you know. your dad’s word is the whole of the law
anyway, so we’re rolling towards town at a kind of funeral pace
folks are coming out of their houses to wave us down the street, wishing us well on out way to the book shop
we start creeping up that road just beyond the olive groves
that bears up to the left, by that tip
it’s been there for decades that
the whole town just dumps it’s sh*t at the bottom of that hill
a pile of old fridges and disused mattresses. animal refuse
it’s f*cking horrible
i mean it’s a beautiful place but it’s also a sh*t hole isn’t it?
it’s also rough as f*ck
i’m rolling up that hill and these little berber boys kicking a football about stop what they’re doing and start pointing and laughing and shrieking. they were about my age. maybe a little older. their beady, black little eyes
i still see them. that’s when i knew i was f*cked for sure. that hideous glee in their little faces. people f*cking love it when other folks suffer the same suffering they have to, right?
we rolled up to one of those battered old apartment blocks in the middle of the town
you know the type, old and battered but still only half f*cking finished
there are no finished buildings in algeria
everything stops about two thirds of the way of where it should
we walk inside this great big block up to what must have been the third or fourth floor
there’s short on the go, and couscous, i can smell it about halfway up
maybe it’s just some kind of feast actually?
maybe this is just muslim christmas or something?
i’m just gonna sit and have tea with my auntie or whatever?
the front door’s already open at our destination
there’s about twelve dudes in there i don’t recognise
they’re not dressed up or anything
same beige shirt and slacks every algerian bloke above the age of 25 wears
one of them gives me a little nod and says lebess, lebess, how are you today tamlan saoudi
a few words are exchanged in taqbalit with dad
that kind of easy concurrence you know?
the way they have with each other the mountain men
everything’s either pure concurrence or foaming, spastic belligerence
there’s no in between. they exchange a few words then i’m ushered towards a table in the middle of the room
there’s no women on the scene
it’s just me and all these men, dad assuring me everything’s okay
smiling a bit. it’s okay, it’s okay he kept saying. today you become man
it’s just a bog standard table and a bog*standard living room, which by kabyllie standards is extremely bog standard indeed. n0body has any decent f*cking furniture in that country
then dad he’s me take off my clothes
it’s alright my son, be brave my boy, now you become man
then i’m sat on this table and i feel a hand on my shoulder urging me to lie back
relax my son, relax it’s okay. it will be over soon. just relax
here, put this in your mouth, he says
then he hands me a wooden tube. bite down on this okay. if it hurts just bite down on this, it will help
today you become man
today you become man
today you become man
today you become man
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- the fat white family lyrics

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