Ahmed Nassar -28

Written and sung by Sheila Scribner/ Arrangement by Mohamed Medhat

Suddenly

ARBOU-Cassette [DARK NATURE CONCEPT]

.. أُريد أنّ أكتب لكِ شيئًا يُشبّه فتاة صغيرة ،
سريعًا مثلها مثلها عندما تركضُ وسطّ الانفجارات ،
ومكسورًا مثلها عندما تسقطُّ ،
وقويًا مثلها عندما تنهض ،
شىٌ يغطيه الغبـّار ، لكنّه جميل جدًا 
جميل للحدّ الذى يجعلكِ لا تخافينْ خيطُّ الدمِ النازل من أنفِ معناه ..
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( النص / ميثـــم راضــى )
العــراق ..

Le Trio Joubran / شغف

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled. 

كويفاتي - طيور الشوك -  Kwefati Prt 2 The Thorn Birds

Under The Tallest Tree

Malek Jandali (http://MalekJandali.com) The Jasmine Tree. The old neighborhoods of the ancient cities of Damascus, Homs and Aleppo echo with memories of authentic Syrian music and Arabic maqamat, as well as with the perfume not only of orange and lemon trees but of the distinctive fragrance of the beautiful white jasmine flower. “Yasmine” in Arabic, the jasmine flower is soft, feminine, romantic, and so luminous that it seems to glow in the moonlight. Damascus, known as the “city of jasmine,” is the oldest continuously inhabited capital in the world, known for centuries as a cultural hub of the region.
Says Jandali, “As a child I would string together necklaces of jasmine flowers for my mother and grandmother, and even now the scent brings back these special memories of my youth in Syria. In Farsi ‘yâsamin’ means ‘gift from God,’ and one of God’s gifts to me has been my beautiful wife Yasmine and our daughter Maya who inspired this album and to whom it is dedicated.”

Beginning with alternately dramatic and introspective phrases in the piano, Jandali builds to the entrance of the rhythmically distinct main melody in 5/4 meter. The oud takes over, soon joined by the cello, and the three instruments engage in imaginative contrasts of homophony and interplay, with the main melody returning periodically.

The Jasmine Tree incorporates the authentic Saba maqam on F in the oud taqasim. Ethereal passages and a grand pause bring on the first oud improvisation, which skillfully integrate a number of maqamat on variations of the work’s basic motives.

The Jasmine Tree

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* المشهد الاول *

وَقف امام المرآه و ظل يتأمل نفسه قائًلا : 
-من هذا الشخص ؟
-ما هذا الوجه ! انا لا اعرفه !؟ 
-هل هو قبيح ؟ 
-هل يراني الناس كما ارى نفسي اليوم ؟
-هل يشعر بيَ المارّين بجانبي في الشوارع ؟ 
-هل يدرك من احب و من حولي ان روحي تحترق كتبغِ تلك السجائِر كلَّ يوم عشرات المرات !!

لم يدرك كم من الوقت مرَّ  وهو على هذه الحال،كل ما أدركهُ وجود اشخاص عدَّه داخله كلٌّ منهم غاضب،ساخط حزين،و كئيب و كل منهم له اسلوبه،و يحاول التحدث و التنفيث عن هذه المشاعر المهلكه ! و لكن هذا الجسد و هذه الحياه بأكملها ليست له ولا لهم ..
بدء بالصراخ قائًلا: "من نحن!!من انا !!لماذا هذا الذعر!! لماذا انا،لماذا انا.. " 

صمت لوهلةٍ كمن تمَّلّكه الخرس و تذكر انه في آخر زيارته لطبيبه النفسي قد استلم منه تقريراً كتب فيه 
" هذا الشخص يعاني من الاضطراب "

اضطراب

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Yesterday, I went outside
With my mama's mason jar
Caught a lovely butterfly
When I woke up today
Looked in on my fairy pet
She had withered all away
No more sighing in her breast
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Every time I pin down what I think I want
It slips away, the ghost slips away
Smell you on my hand for days
I can't wash away your scent
If I'm a dog, then you're a bitch
I guess you're as real as me
Maybe I can live with that
Maybe I need fantasy
Life of chasing butterfly
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Every time I pin down what I think I want
It slips away, the ghost slips away
I told you I would return
When the robin makes his nest
But I ain't never coming back
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

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