Sun 26.Mar 2017
YA NASS (2013)
NEDIYA Wet rose. Go to my lover as a present. Wet lady rose. Let me see him. I'll capture his shadow I'll carry it on my skin. Wet rose go to my lover as a present.
BEIRUT People are drinking along the road People are playing brave and bold. They bet on horses they scout ghosts, They wear temptation, They cruise around, They fool around and that's Beirut. Beirut, a flower out of its season, her beauty, her good old days, what an end what a waste it withers. There is no hope left, that's how it went, the camel kneeled, his leg was sealed. Redeemed and dammed, all unemployed, they cast the spell, and that's Beirut. Beirut, a flower out of its season, her beauty, her good old days, what an end and what a waste it withers.
BALA TANTANAT we hear rhapsodies, vultures singing the same old tune. We crave for answers, but we see our soil become more gloom. Stop your bell-sounding your clangs and your bleeps. Peacock days are over. We known your tales we've heard all your booms. You screwed us up, now we're dead and doomed. Stop your bell-sounding your clangs and your bleeps. Peacock days are over. Ol'Good people have some mercy. All that's needed is all the patience there is. By god. All that's needed is all the patience there is. Stop your bell-sounding your clangs and your bleeps. Peacock days are over.
YA NASS People. Show me the way to the path through the clutter. For the black ocean took him that day. I'm wrapped in sorrow I'm strained. His beauty haunts me I can't kepp the memory of him at bay. Does my love upset you, do you want to see me broken? I have chosen to thrive. I know from his birthmark that he will be kept alive.
DENY Short nights revive memories, of his smell, resin wood. I feel his breath on my ears. Short nights clear the void, those cracks and holes I feel restless. Never mind the distance I still feel his breath on my ears.
ALEB I have heart failure, high blood pressure. A diseased liver, discomfort all over. I panic, I get frenzy whenever I paw my liver. I have compulsions, I have delusions if my blood pressure swerves I’m full of confusions. When I read of an illness I assume I have it and then I obsess over my blood pressure by habit. I’m weary I’m wasted and I am strangled. I am a lost case, even in my sleep I’m entangled I gather evidence and symptoms I know I feel them. If my doctor’s off duty, then I definitely know I have them. I am the lonely I am the isolated I am the homesick. All that matters. Bad luck by nature I am so knotty and silly. Whatever I do just turns out to be so sticky. I feel cranky grumpy I am an eerie. My heart starts pumping I can hear the fury. When I breathe on my back it can get very zany. I feel back flashes crawls I feel stings in my tummy. My whole body strains i become very dizzy. I am the lonely I am the isolated I am the homesick . All that matters.
SAMAR Shine on, silver moon. Stars prancing around you in swoon. I long for your cool warmth. Your fire banished sleep from my eyes. Hums and murmurs. Such a teaser. Such a pleaser.
HAL I live it full I live it all. Yearning for you. I tried and failed to leave you. I learned to play the game. For the joy and the pain. I’ll always praise you. Nights are filled with ghosts like you. My poor heart .With the pain of absence. I am helpless. When love strikes.
Yasmine draws from the repertoire and attitude of great Arab women singers from the middle of the 20th century, including some little-known or half-forgotten figures, such as Aisha El Marta, Nagat El Saghira, Asmahan, Shadia, Mounira El Mehdeyya and many more. Yasmine (who is an avid collector of records from that era) is inspired by these women, by the mischievous sensuality of a period of freedom and emancipation in the history of Middle-Eastern societies. While Yasmine's vocal are definitely connected to traditions of Arabic music (to which she takes a personal, unconventional and fresh approach), the structures and arrangements of the songs are very remote from its codes. They might be described as a kind of elegant, mutant strain of electro folk pop, mysteriously springing from somewhere in the Persian Gulf... with acoustic guitars, vintage synths, spellbinding atmospheres and Yasmine's multi-faceted, wonderful voice.
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