Iwellemmedan people
The Iwellemmedan (Iwəlləmədǎn), also spelled Iullemmeden, Aulliminden, Ouilliminden, Lullemmeden, and Iwellemmeden, are one of the seven major Tuareg tribal or clan confederations (called "Drum groups"). Their communities, historically nomadic and intermixed with other ethnic groups are found in an arc from east and north central Mali, through the Azawagh valley into northwestern Niger and south into northern Nigeria. While once a single confederation of dozens of Tuareg clans, subject peoples, and allied groups, since the 18th century they are divided into Kel Ataram (west) and Kel Dinnik (east) confederations. Following colonial rule and independence, the Iwellemmedan homelands cross the Mali/Niger border, and their traditional seasonal migration routes have spread Iwellemmedan communities into Burkina Faso and Nigeria as well. They speak the Tawellemmet variant of the Tamasheq language, although some current or historical sub-clans speak other Tamasheq variants as well as Songhai languages and Arabic dialects.
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Whale Mountain
Whale Mountain
Whale Mountain looked like a whale
Large and round with a waterspout trail
Made of pine tree upside down
So it looked like a spout shooting off of the ground
The ground on top of Whale Mountain that is
Whale Mountain looks like a whale
A curved piece of rock looked just like its tail
When the earth quaked
That tail did shake
And it looked like the whale was swimming
The whale mountain, I mean, was swimming
Drop it all if you want to
I’ll see you in the afternoon
Put the past behind you
What a strange cartoon
If it all falls apart though
Someone says “I told you so”
Don’t listen to them, throw a coin in the fountain
And meet your old friends on the top of Whale Mountain
Whale Mountain is where we’ll go
He had a band and practice space
A studio with microphones
So it’s no wonder you’ve written songs that everyone
knows
You had an agent, a gig, a promo photograph to make it
all come together
So you trade a sweatshirt in for leather
You can’t be a shepherd if you don’t have a flock
You can’t wear the shoe unless you put on the sock
There’s nothing to do but trade your stock
No you can’t start the spark without a rock
