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Lekhfa ا​ل​إ​خ​ف​ا​ء

by Maryam Saleh, Maurice Louca, Tamer Abu Ghazaleh

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    Three musicians who came of age in 1990s Cairo, their disparate paths in music intersect a couple of decades later when they’re drawn to each other’s work, and agree to meet at a seaside cabin in Alexandria, followed by residencies in Amman, Cairo, and Beirut to create and record a new album.

    Maryam Saleh, Maurice Louca and Tamer Abu Ghazaleh, names that have turned heads in alternative Arabic music with solo albums and conspicuous collaborations.

    The album is produced by Mostakell with the support of the Arab Fund for Arts and Culture (AFAC)

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    1- El Shahwa Wel Soaar (Lust and Savagery)
    2- Teskar Tebki (Drunk You Weep Like a Kid)

    Three musicians who came of age in 1990s Cairo, their disparate paths in music intersect a couple of decades later when they’re drawn to each other’s work, and agree to meet at a seaside cabin in Alexandria, followed by residencies in Amman, Cairo, and Beirut to create and record a new album.

    Maryam Saleh, Maurice Louca and Tamer Abu Ghazaleh, names that have turned heads in alternative Arabic music with solo albums and conspicuous collaborations.

    The album is produced by Mostakell with the support of the Arab Fund for Arts and Culture (AFAC)

    Includes unlimited streaming of Lekhfa الإخفاء via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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I was going I was going I was all set to speak I was feeling well again truth was on my side in my heart a vast yearning I was driven to the fight and I believed that I had it within reach, within sight then sabotaged by loved ones, when I expected it least out of nowhere — snared by a beast Suddenly I've stopped suddenly I'm absent suddenly I'm not allowed in
2.
My self with my head messing my heart on a whim transgressing and I try to come to terms with it all but I don’t know how my mind forever in frantic mode knocking on the dumbest doors I live a wayward life sometimes then make a mistake, and apologize then stop, strike a pose, and behold my flood of prose! then without warning you'll find me down with all the homies need to get shit done no beating round the bush then sad about some tiny thing and happy about some tiny thing and in moments I want to be reckless lashing out blind though I can see, and I do know — but I don’t know how
3.
Rhythm broken into four quarters drilling illusion into listening ears a devil in lies a long arm in tyranny you the sultan the people public property your friend the flute cursed you in jest you spilled his blood performed the rites you took no excuses from the dervishes you left no followers to the saints let us hear your rolling beat intoxicate our plucked wings if falsehood is your game people will serve you without shame play all the ditties kill us slow we are the masses we will endure slip us and slide us down the well we fall our heart is wide our chest can take it all
4.
A bit of decor, that's all the world is while living is fragile and messy needle in a haystack truth lost in falsity smoke and mirrors, that's all people are peer into their faces and the tour starts: the museum of deception arts
5.
Desire threatens the rain lessens my heart a string and I, high-strung the door is closed I cannot utter people constantly I'm at your mercy mercy is a joke the night a butcher excuses wide awake the matter a slumber what's choking your path also leads me astray I haven't gone to you you haven't come my way dreams are conditional they bleed, you watch music and fear sorrows and a song time is broad hatching its eggs greetings, welcome those of ill-health coffee spells tears no tea in the coffers the whole deal's deceased bury it, brothers
6.
Lust & savagery / and borrowed beauty the getaway cigarette / the lovely illusion division in the collective / delusion in the whatsit a snake on every ladder / a hand in every clock truth is squandered / all hail the false the hand has a guardian / the eye has a protector the truth is not written / the catastrophe is not seen on the innocent girl's chest / and beneath the council chairs playgrounds are erected / practices are practiced the she-wolf laughs / the boy's mother screams the kid got an education / at school he sniffed glue stoners in abundance / rolling paper is the hero prayer hymns are songs / songs are washed out paths are snakes and infidels / a party thrown with public funds so the budget is in deficit / thus the agency has closed and in the morning, we'll all get our payback: waiting and war
7.
Because, in love, you have the most twisted luck drunk, you weep like a kid because morning in your eyes has grown dark drunk, you weep like a kid because your head's not screwed on straight because your beauty was a whore because your friends were motherfuckers because there's a fool in tales of lore drunk, you weep like a kid because your education was a joke because your laugh became a howl because the pale faces of the past left in your heart a wound so foul drunk, you weep like a kid and despite it all, you still believe that love is the ultimate commandment what's worse: at the slightest excuse you drink off your face and drunk, you weep like a kid you say your country has a taste for sorrow that's why your mother died young you say your friends fell in love with girls but you fell for cotton dolls you whose tears fall like bricks in your heart, a branch still blooms your drinking buddy couldn't have imagined: drunk, you weep like a kid
8.
I woke up The morning after to find the late night had stolen my face I cried out to my friends: help bring back my face from the long night they rushed over to the usual place, searched high and low but in vain came back with their condolences: those faces of the night, they pass awa
9.
To be and not be miserable and mocking and in the end I've lost my mind I send my heart to its kin I distill love from itself I foreshadow my own responses and I cast my doubts and in the end my love turns out to be a hex, a curse I shove up, I sit on the side and find myself in the end to have no end to have lost my mind
10.
You ask me why I died faraway lands you were I was running, trying to make it there I heard you spewing heresy at the poem's very start why do you die when I be in spite of me though when you want tenderness I turn tender when you demand madness I go mad you ask me when I died but you know my death better you're a jinn, my jinn who doesn't leave me through thick or thin you ask me why I died I was running, trying to make it there why do you die when I be in spite of me though when you want tenderness I turn tender when you demand madness I go mad words out of you whimper words about you ache

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Three musicians who came of age in 1990s Cairo, their disparate paths in music intersect a couple of decades later when they’re drawn to each other’s work, and agree to meet at a seaside cabin in Alexandria, followed by residencies in Amman, Cairo, and Beirut to create and record a new album.

Maryam Saleh, Maurice Louca, and Tamer Abu Ghazaleh, names that have turned heads in alternative Arabic music with solo albums and conspicuous collaborations.

The album is produced by Mostakell with the support of the Arab Fund for Arts and Culture (AFAC)

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released September 22, 2017

Khaled Yassine: Drums, Percussions|Mahmoud Waly: Bass Guitar|Maryam Saleh: Vocals |Maurice Louca: Percussion & Beat Loops, Electronics, Synths, Keys, Slide Guitar, Guitar, Harmonium|Tamer Abu Ghazaleh: Ouds, Buzuq, Mizmar, Vocals, Synths, Keys, Synth Bass, Electric Guitar, Bass |Shadi El Hosseiny (Track#10): Electric Piano| Paed Conca (Track#5): Clarinet| Trad Trad (Track#5): Clarinet| All Lyrics by Mido Zohair| All compositions & arrangements by Maryam Saleh, Maurice Louca, and Tamer Abu Ghazaleh | Illustration & Artwork: George Azmy |Cover Design & Fonts: Ahmed Hammoud |Recorded by Jawad Chaaban, Maurice Louca, Tamer Abu Ghazaleh, and Khyam Allami at One Hertz Studio, Beirut – Lebanon| All tracks Mixed by Khyam Allami at One Hertz Studio, Beirut – Lebanon.|
Ayez Awsal mixed by Khyam Allami and Adham Zidan
Mastered by John Dent at Loud Mastering Studios, Bristol – UK.

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Maryam Saleh, Maurice Louca, Tamer Abu Ghazaleh Egypt

Maryam Saleh
A major creative force and a powerful voice for her generation,

Maurice Louca, Inspired by many influences, from psychedelic to Egyptian shaabi and was dubbed by many as a game-changer for the region’s independent music scene

Tamer Abu Ghazaleh, A cross-genre composer, producer and a prolific collaborator
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