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O Piiga na a Nimo ma Aleki fetaui ma le tga team Taylor ma Avalogo Eti ae laufali ai Ioelu. This footage was taken in the early 70s. A sign of the early influence of professional wrestling especially the contribution made by Pita Maivia and Al Lolotai. Nimo and Avalogo took it to the next level of entertainment way before Vince MacMahon of WWE promote wrestling as entertainment. O le faafiafiaga lena a Leulumoega College na ave i se latou suegatupe i Tutuila na ave ai le Faleaitu lena a Nimo ma Avalogo. O le faafiafiaga lena sa faia i le Fale Laumei i Utulei. I happened to know these entertainers personally 2 lived in Toomatagi, one in Tufuiopa, one in Faleapuna amd one in Tauese, Can you guess, who lived in which village? Just as a side note, these wrestling comedians held important jobs in the government and the private sector. In the early 70s, the government of Samoa (known as Western Samoa at that time) and the 2AP Radio (now SBC), and Nelson store (no longer in existence) helped sponsored band competition, Faleaitu and singing competition which foster and develop great talents that we still enjoy up to now. O le ata mulimuli, o le Aitu lauiloa o Eletise Su’a. O ana ata e faapitoa i le faamatalaina o mea e ala i pese.
Bob Dylan – Bringing it all back home It’s All Right, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child’s balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fools gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proved to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation’s page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you’d just be One more person crying. So don’t fear if you hear A foreign sound to you ear It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don’t hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their marks Made everything from toy guns that sparks To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It’s easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the President of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An’ though the rules of the road have been lodged It’s only people’s games that you got to …