How bazaar

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A song from the Uighur millionaire’s club

All my Uighurs in the back, Kazakh traders in the front
Haggling over almonds in the hot desert sun
Nectarines are green here, flesh is white inside
There’s stone fruit of all the kinds, some are fresh and some are dried
Lamb kebabs are piled up, one part fat for one part meat
But they’re still delicious grilled on charcoal in the street

How bazaar
How bazaar, how bazaar

Urumqi’s in Xinjiang, Chinese call it “new frontier”
There’s much oil and gas here but its sovereignty’s unclear
Uighur’s are oppressed here, their ‘autonomy’ a lie
But careful what you say here, someone listening is a spy

How bazaar
How bazaar, how bazaar

Ooh baby (Ooh baby)
Urumqi is crazy (Urumqi is crazy)
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around (Everytime I look around)
Everytime I look around
There’s a Chinese tank

Watermelon’s everywhere, piled up in a heap
You could buy your body weight it’s that super cheap
Spices, rugs and headscarves, this doesn’t feel Chinese
But they’re who is in control here, at least economically
You’ve probly heard about Tibet and the freedom movement there
But what about East Turkestan, where things are equally unfair?
Chinese cops are everywhere, guns and flashing lights
Want violence to rest hey, give Uighurs rights…

How bazaar
How bazaar, how bazaar
Ooh baby (Ooh baby)

Urumqi is crazy (Urumqi is crazy)
Everytime I look around
Everytime I look around (Everytime I look around)
Everytime I look around
There’s a Chinese tank

 

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