History Song

This song about a history event is named: “Neda speaks” by the airborne toxic event. The airborne toxic event is a rock band from Los Angeles, California. On June 7, 2010 this indie band released a song named Neda speaks. Neda Speaks was made in recognition of the one- year anniversary of the death of Neda agha-soltan, the Young Iranian woman who was killed during the protests of the controversial 2009 presidential election of Mahmoud. In Ahmadinejad , Iran. This band in conjunction with amnesty international made a webpage named medaspeaks.org, to answer any question about the Angha-Soltan’s death and the human rights struggle in Iran. The music video features a series of animated stills depicting the events surounding agha-Soltan’s death, composite with text.

Also in their website, the band invited their visitors to submit a photo of themselves holding a sign reading "I am Neda." Celebrities who participated in the project include Alyssa Milano, Paul Haggis, and Ne-Yo, among others.

LYRICS

I held my head in my hands, and I trembled.

The cries from the crowd and the girl in the camera.

I said, in a prayer, a kind of surrender I wished her peace, wondered what she rendered.

Neda, you made a place for the innocents, a prayer for the dissidents.

Afraid I gave up; I never thought the world could be so small.

And the loss of your innocence wasn’t enough, I guess.

The cost of what you’re holding in wasn’t everything.

All the leaders say, "they’ll forget someday,"

but what you’d live to see would take their breath away.

These ragged smoldering lines and these embers,

the cries in the night to say they remember the face of a girl,

who faithful and tender, wanted only peace and not to surrender.

Neda, your mother can’t cry for your memory or mourn for the tragedy.

[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]

They tore your grave up.

I never thought the world could be so small.

And the loss of your innocence wasn’t enough, I guess.

The cost of what you’re holding in wasn’t everything.

All the leaders say, "they’ll forget someday,"

but what you’d live to see would take their breath away.

And the flowers on your grave. ??

And the things you gave away were another kind that day.

And the flowers on your grave.

And the loss of your innocence wasn’t enough, I guess.

The cost of what you’re holding in wasn’t everything.

But all the people say, "we won’t forget the day, and what you lived to see takes our breath away."

Neda, you made a place for the innocents, a place for the dissidents.

We nearly gave up.

I never thought the world could be so small.