Two weeks post-WSIS and this is all that is left. Oui mon vieux, this is all she wrote. Fat lady sang and all that jazz. Page has turned, the song remains the same. Fin.
Ah, but the people you say? C'est vrai: Bert, Nick, Terri, Maja, Titi, Adam, Jarra, Jen, Mike, Sush, Andrew, AtotheLam, Melina, Marouen, the Hustler, Maitreyi, Franziska, Master Pintilie, Sofya, Tom/Thomas&Tomislav, Eman, Mustafa, Tim, Abdallah all would not have crossed paths with Mister Camrose if not for the almighty hand of the WSIS.
But new fun awaiteth (amnesty.org/noise) far from the grasp of THE LAW. Oh yes, and someone wanted these lyrics so in lieu of recording devices, here's the words to the Youth Caucus Anthem, Part Deux.
Here's the story of the Youth Caucus
From the start to its fateful end.
It starts in Toronto, 2001
When Nick's still online at 3 AM.
With the backing of TakingITGlobal,
He meets Terri from IISD.
Enter Pearl, Maja and Alberto
We gots YCDO with the GKP.
Hey, hey, hey
Listen to what we say
Cuz the Youth Caucus
Will rock us today, today... [refrain]
With Maitreyi and 'Gbenga from PrepCom 1,
The Youth Caucus is taking shape.
With some weirdos and wackos along the way,
Phase I did turn out great.
Events, awards and national campaigns
And over 100 members in tow,
With a superfly paragraph, just on youth
We rocked the Geneva show
[refrain]
Enter phase two with a new cast and crew,
We gots Titi, Robert and Tom.
Bigger campaigns, youth awards and more,
And a brand spankin' new song.
Marouen's got things ready in Tunis.
With a new, improved Youth Hub space
With a little bit o' bling and a whole lot of blang,
We be bringin' it from outta space
[refrain]
(Freestyle, hip-hop, funk-jive medley)
Tunisia will please ya, you'll never wanna leave'a
When you be sipping that tea and smoking the sheesha
Have you seen the Hub? Can you feel the love?
We the Youth Caucus we can never get enough.
We gots DJs, and dinners, we demandin' some change
In a language, that only the youth can explain
So take your diplomats, bureaucrats and send'em to their habitats
Cuz we the Net generation, yo can you handle that
[refrain]
(slow, nostalgic, chris-isaak style denouement)
Now we come to the end of the road,
I gotta tell y'all the truth
You gotta find yourselves, a brand new caucus
For washed up, has-been youth
[refrain]
