NSN - The Ballad of the Silenced Scribe (Folk Protest)

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Listen to "The Ballad of the Silenced Scribe," a harmonica-driven acoustic folk protest song by NSN - Nerve Storm Now. This track sheds light on the suppression of press freedom, inspired by the story of imprisoned Uyghur journalist Qurban Mamut.

Experience the plaintive sound of the harmonica and acoustic guitar as NSN tells a powerful story of resilience against censorship. Drawing from the tireless efforts of Bahram Sintash to free his father, the lyrics explore the silencing of voices ("Secret whispers blowin', words guards don't understand") and the fight to keep stories alive ("Hope's a stubborn ember, burnin' fragile in the sand"). This song serves as a tribute to Qurban Mamut and countless others who risk everything for truth and freedom of expression, particularly highlighting the plight of Uyghur journalists and the human cost of state control over information.

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[Lyrics]
[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Yellow dust blows, veil on Taklamakan sand
Secret whispers blowin', words guards don't understand
Ink dries a verdict on a hidden paper card
Waitin' for words break through this bitter cup somehow.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
Name: Qurban Mamut
Wrote life down, questioned the dragon's decree
Wrote culture slippin' away, language torn out day by day
Truths high walls swore weren't true, day after day
Steel door slammed, judgment sound, echo laughin' all around
Plantin' seeds to make folks see, shake the powers that be.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Son Bahram now, 'cross the ocean wide
Tells his father's story, got nowhere left to hide
Talks shadow years turned stone inside
Askin' ears to hear the plea, hopin' truth'll ride the tide
Fightin' back that smotherin' night, tellin' how his pa tried.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 4]
How many voices vanish, ghosts unheard on air?
How many stories muzzled, choked by pure despair?
State machine shreds the paper thin, decree says 'Don't begin!'
But the story leaks out slow, an undertow down below
Maybe just a whisper, passed hand to hidden hand
Hope's a stubborn ember, burnin' fragile in the sand.

[Outro]
[End]

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