so jimmy said, when he saw our grafitti "in my country, JABU means happiness..." oh jimmy, you are great telling us that we are a part of you, me and the band, jabu, jabu jimmy i'll miss you, and the band may never play again, it's cult classics, Jabu and Promised Land, never again open for Conehead Buddha, or any one else, but what does it matter, we have Jabu, jabu na na nah i cried today, looking at the newspaper, at the sight of a man viewing his home country palestine for the first time, through a fence on Lebanon and he said, "i am a man, but i wept like a baby." and i wept. jabuBirth sign: Cancer
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