Mozarabs
The Mozarabs (Spanish: mozárabes [moˈθaɾaβes]; Portuguese: moçárabes [muˈsaɾɐβɨʃ]; Catalan: mossàrabs [muˈsaɾəps]; Arabic: مستعرب trans. musta'rab, "Arabized") were Iberian Christians who lived under Moorish rule in Al-Andalus. Their descendants remained unconverted to Islam, but did however adopt elements of Arabic language and culture. They were mostly Roman Catholics of the Visigothic or Mozarabic Rite.
Most of the Mozarabs were descendants of Hispano–Gothic Christians and were primarily speakers of the Mozarabic language (late Latin of Iberia) under Islamic rule. Many were also what the arabist Mikel de Epalza calls "Neo-Mozarabs", that is Northern Europeans who had come to the Iberian Peninsula and picked up Arabic, thereby entering the Mozarabic community.
A few were Arab and Berber Christians coupled with Muslim converts to Christianity who, as Arabic speakers, naturally were at home among the original Mozarabs. A prominent example of Muslims who became Mozarabs by embracing Christianity is the Andalusian rebel and Anti-Umayyad military leader, Umar ibn Hafsun. The Mozarabs of Muslim origin were descendants of those Muslims who converted to Christianity, following the conquest of Toledo and perhaps also, following the expeditions of king Alfonso I of Aragon. These Mozarabs of Muslim origin, who converted en masse at the end of the 11th century, many of them Muladi (ethnic Iberians previously converted to Islam), are totally distinct from the Mudéjars and Moriscos who converted gradually to Christianity between the 12th and 17th centuries. Some Mozarabs were even Conversos Sephardi Jews who likewise became part of the Mozarabic milieu.
Podcasts:
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by Everclear
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by Tom Tom Club
Misery Whip
by: EverclearWalking wounded with a belly
full of pain
And a big bad attitude
We are shaking shadows for that
perfect dark room
Where we can do just what we
want to do
There is a place...
Where we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like
the way we live
When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
You will become my
misery whip
(yes...I said like a misery whip)
Walking hungry with a pocket
full of promise
And a big black song
in my head
I know the answers to
my questions
They are purple black and blue
And they are waiting for me in my bed
There is a place...
Where we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like
they way we live
When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
You will become my
misery whip
(I will say it again...
like a misery whip)
Stop!
I get no pleasure
When I'm going through
the motions
Of my mediocre day to day
I'm just an actor
Just like
Robert fucking Redford
When I say those stupid words
That they expect me to say
Yes we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like the dirty
things we do
Yeah
When we are all alone
In this house that we
call home...
I will fall down like a bitch
for you
I need you to hit me and
make me
Shake
I need you to hurt me and
make me
Beg for more
I need you to bend me and
make me
Break
I need you to make me feel like
I am your whore
I feel complete when
I feel sick inside
I need to feel like
I am real inside
I need to feel like
I am really alive
I need you to make me feel
I need you to hit me and
make me
Shake
I need you to hurt me and
make me
Beg for more
I need you to bend me and
make me
Break
I need you to make me feel
Like we can leave behind
All those simple minds
They would not like
the way we live
When we are all alone
In this house that we call home
You will become my
misery whip
You will become my
misery whip