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Kont Rayeh (I was going)
04:10
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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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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