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The Burig, or Purik, is a language spoken by the Purik people, a group of Tibetan Muslims with a slight mixture with Dardic. The Purik live south of the Balti in Ladakh.
Most of them live in Ladakh and Baltistan, especially in Kargil although significant numbers reside in Leh. Many Puriks are also present in China.
Because they inhabit the higher reaches of the arid Himalayas, they depend on glacial runoff for irrigation of their crops. Barley, wheat and millet are grown where water is sufficient, especially along small rivers. The hot summer temperatures also allow for a wide variety of fruits to be raised.
Unlike the Dards and the Shina, the Burig are not nomads. They transfer their livestock from one grazing ground to another upon the arrival of autumn. During the summer months, they drive the cattle to alpine pastures. All households own at least one female dzo, which is a cross between a cow and a yak. That animal produces milk.
Most of them are Shia Muslims by religion although significant Sunni Muslims and a small minority of Buddhists and Bön followers reside in isolated areas. Like the Balti, they speak an archaic Tibetan dialect closely related to Balti and Ladakhi, but they are not easily intelligible with each other.
Winston Rodney OD (born 1 March 1945), better known by the stage name Burning Spear, is a Jamaican roots reggae singer and musician. Burning Spear is a Rastafarian and one of the most influential and long-standing roots artists to emerge from the 1970s.
Winston Rodney was born in Saint Ann's Bay, Saint Ann, Jamaica. As a young man he listened to the R&B, soul and jazz music transmitted by the US radio stations whose broadcasts reached Jamaica. Curtis Mayfield is cited by Rodney as a major US musical influence along with James Brown. Rodney was deeply influenced as a young man by the views of the political activist Marcus Garvey, especially with regard to the exploration of the themes of Pan-Africanism and self-determination. In 1969, Bob Marley, who was also from Saint Ann, advised Rodney to approach Coxsone Dodd's Studio One label after Rodney sought his advice during a casual conversation.
BuriG odczytuje wiersz wcześniej stworzony :)
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Burning Spear Live concert at Rockpalast '81 ♦ Burning Spear and the Burning Band. 0:00:05 ● Travelling - Dᴜʙᴡɪsᴇ 0:08:46 ● African Postman . . . ►ᴍᴏʀᴇ ►► 0:16:36 ● Slavery Days 0:24:23 ● Man In The Hills 0:31:35 ● Follow Marcus Garvey 0:36:41 ● Nyah Keith 0:41:27 ● Lion 0:47:37 ● Columbus 0:53:50 ● Ethiopean . ( Starring Bobby Ellis .. + a drunk 59:23 :) 1:06:11 ● Foggy Road 1:13:02 ● Institution 1:19:19 ● The Sun 1:26:40 ○ Eɴᴄᴏʀᴇ. ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ ᴏɴʟʏ . . . . . . . ●. medley Door deep / African Teacher / o´ Jah. 20'56'' . Recorded Live for Rockpalast - Markthalle Hamburg Germany 25/01/1981 Mᴜsɪᴄɪᴀɴs : Vᴏᴄᴀʟs - Winston Rodney Nelson Miller - drums Anthony Bradshaw - bass Michael Wilson - guitar Michael Martin - keybord Elias Rodney - percussions Herman Marquis - sax Bobby Ellis - trumpet .....
Cincinnati United Premier (CUP) Gold 00/01 (team is wearing red, I am wearing gray) vs SLSG Elite (MO) at Grand Park in Westfield, IN. Video represents skills my coach said I did well and a couple skills I have been working to improve since this game.
More nightmares
Someone wake me when they're through
Stop my lover's ghost from trying to protrude
(You're burning, you're burning)
It's chaotic, but I've got it
You're letter scratched across my throat
Like some painter's ink, spilled the canvas soiling parts of me
Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
I miss the softness of your sound
The taste of you left in my mouth
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
I search out, but you cannot be found
A red horizon in the south
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most nights bleat every feeling
I must get back to you somehow
I must get back to you
Your shadow
Now lies against the moon
The skin I touched that once
Kissed has come unglued
(You're burning, you're burning)
It's chaotic, but I've got it
More screams than anyone should hear
The voice of you stabs in my chest
Forged and faithless
Cover up, cover up, all the fusion's lost
I know this sucks but one day you'll meet up
I miss the softness of your sound
The taste of you left in my mouth
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Sick sounds like stomach's stinging
I search out, but you cannot be found
A red horizon in the south
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most nights bleat every feeling
I must get back to you somehow
I must get back to you
Darling boy
Lift your chin up for me now
For my face to see
And I am smiling looking down
I know you're out of breath
You're hit by the way I've left
Just hold me tried and true
For I'll be waiting
Waiting here for you
So dim these lights, I won't be found
This haunting stops right here and now
There's pain and in his eyes of fixed dreaming
I'm tired without you, so let it be
So dim these lights, I won't be found
This haunting stops right here and now
There's pain in his eyes of fixed dreaming
I'm tired without you, so let it be
Is Mississippi done yet burning?
Most nights bleat every feeling
I must get back to you somehow