- published: 05 May 2016
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Palmyra (Aramaic: ܬܕܡܘܪܬܐ;Hebrew: תדמור; tiḏmor, Greek: Παλμύρα, Arabic: تدمر; Tadmur, English pronunciation: /ˌpælˈmaɪrə/) was an ancient city in central Syria. In antiquity, it was an important city located in an oasis 215 km northeast of Damascus and 180 km southwest of the Euphrates at Deir ez-Zor. It had long been a vital caravan stop for travellers crossing the Syrian desert and was known as the Bride of the Desert. The earliest documented reference to the city by its Semitic name Tadmor, Tadmur or Tudmur (which means "the town that repels" in Amorite and "the indomitable town" in Aramaic) is recorded in Babylonian tablets found in Mari.
Though the ancient site fell into disuse after the 16th century, it is still known as Tadmor in Arabic (aka Tedmor), and there is a newer town of the same name next to the ruins. The Palmyrenes constructed a series of large-scale monuments containing funerary art such as limestone slabs with human busts representing the deceased.
Palmyrans bore Aramaic names, and worshipped a variety of deities from Mesopotamia (Marduk and Ruda), Syria (Hadad, Baʿal, Astarte), Arabia (Allāt) and Greece (Athena). Palmyrans were originally speakers of Aramaic but later shifted to the Greek language. At the time of the Islamic conquests Palmyra was inhabited by several Arab tribes, primarily the Qada'ah and Kalb.
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Only a few old petals left
On the rose that touched your hand
My little heart is a graveyard
It's a no man's land
You could tell I didn't care, you kept pushing till I did
Woke up in a pit of despair on your bed
And I wondered how I could do without you
How absurd, how absurd, how absurd
Put my lipstick back on, look myself in the eye
I'm heading out in the cold hard world
And I'm getting very good at saying my goodbyes
My goodbyes, my goodbyes
My goodbyes, my goodbyes
Can you read the inscription?
It seems to once have said
He better take me with him
When he goes I'm good as dead
Put some roses on the stones, look your friends in the eye
If nothing else we've got that old sucking line
And I'll dance at your funeral if you dance at mine
You dance at mine, you dance at mine
You dance at mine, you dance at mine
They took it all and I don't care, already said my farewell
Sweet Palmyra and her uncle's [Incomprehensible]
Have to hit that long road that passes straight through hell
Straight through hell, straight through hell
I wish you well sweet Palmyra
I wish you well sweet Palmyra