Leader speaks: Adaraniya Janasamudaya, Hamilai yas chunab ma bipachi le sadayantra garera harna badhya tulyayo. Hamro party narahe janta ra rastra nai narahane sambhabana cha. Tyasaile janus, banda hadtal garnus, chakka jam, todfod garnus! Well, if you want to hear that, you will have to listen to my new song :) I made it in all seriousness but it turned out to be a bloody funny song. Even I am laughing. Go on and amuse yourself :) - http://www.soundclick.com/bands/pagemusic.cfm?bandID=411073 The lyrics is as follows: A Divided Nation/ Brothers with Arms This country nestled in, the Himalayas Led by example, as a zone of peace This nation is deeply in trouble now Many of its youths have, rested in peace Seeds were first sown; corruption, injustice And exacerbated, by unequal birth Believed fuelled by abject poverty Well at least that’s how it has been put forth Chorus: The only objective is infliction of bodily harm Brothers in arms no more, its brothers with arms Thirst for blood and power is where the problem lies No matter who dies, its the mother who cries Leader speaks: Adaraniya Janasamudaya, Hamilai yas chunab ma bipachi le sadayantra garera harna badhya tulyayo. Hamro party narahe janta ra rastra nai narahane sambhabana cha. Tyasaile janus, banda hadtal garnus, chakka jam, todfod garnus! { Dear People, we have been forced to concede loss in this election due to conspiracy of our opponents. If our party ceases to exist, the existence our people and the whole nation is at risk. So, go ahead and wreak havoc, indulge in anarchy} Guitar Solo It’s a shame brothers who used to be in arms Have turned hardcore enemies overnight Hungry to kill and maim the bodies In a pool of blood of your own kind Only lord knows how long it can drag on Or whether it will take us to any new heights United we stand, divided we fall The big neighbors have something in sight Chorus: The only objective is infliction of bodily harm Brothers in arms no more, its brothers with arms Thirst for blood and power is where the problem lies No matter who dies, its the mother who cries Abduction and threat to forward your agenda Achieving satisfaction through personal vendetta Thirst for blood and power is where the problem lies No matter who dies, its the mother who cries Written, Composed and Performed by Bibek Bhatta February 2006 © All rights reserved.