MAGNET

Nashat el sa2emeen

1 2 Virgo

La voix est libre festival - Paris - Le Cirque Electrique /9/5/2017

The green wash - live version / محاولات البطن

A release like Ihsan means beauty is considered as a response to bouncers' acts all around.
Une sortie telle qu'Ihsan means Beauty est une réponse aux agissements des agents de sécurité et physio un peu partout.

اطلاق كإحسان مينز بيوتي هو بمثابة رد على كل حراس الملاهي حول العالم.

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02- A big fan of the fact

“Listen to the story told by the reed, of being separated. Since I was cut from the reed-bed, I have made this crying sound. Anyone apart from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a source longs to go back. All is the beloved and the lover is a veil. The beloved is alive and the lover is dead.”                                                                                                                                                                                                        -Rumi, Mathnawi                          
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Walking alone, wearing a black cheap jacket entering a puppets factory, wondering the metal it was his first time to see it. The longer you see the more you lose, that is why he locked himself in a room and started googling?
the idea died before him joining the military service.

Ganeen2011-2015

الحق

Cairo

Mixed by George Tabatadze, mastered by Heba Kadry.

Full compilation here: https://ma3azef.bandcamp.com/album/nisf-madeena

100% of the album's proceeds will go to Beirut relief funds.

Nisf Madeena

Matkhafsh Menni

Matkhafsh Menni ما تخافش مني

A self produced track from few others will go out shortly, the photograph by the most talented Ahmed Qabel.  

انتاج ذاتي من  مجموعة أخرى سيتم اطلاقهم قريبا تحت عنوان أنا في البحر الآن، صورة لأحمد قابيل 

As an intention of visiting a day and to leave an other, as an habit
melting in self-parting, to come another day and to leave another, but with a stain of stupidity.

As a rival of an inner hidden disloyal spirit that fades away itself too,
and sneaks musically while walking on the small gravels, As an intention of silence
as a poor poet misses his self-slap
who gets in a rug, and rolls himself inside, as in Islamic coffin.

Who Declares:
I am in the sea now. you must chant.

He will follow the moon direction not the city design,
while he soaks in apology, that runs suddenly happily
to push the mythical seaport, with a feet.

As an intention of self-awareness and depth
he inspects the sea with his protruding eyes,
the receiver who waits in the other side turns his back in the same time.

As an intention of breaching the agreement,
the poet has kept all that time while reading all these signs,
when they’ve met for the first time, when they’ve understood each other, when they’ve even disagreed.

He was pulled in a whirlpool like a floating basket
he has thought they’re looking at him, him and his inner self
one of him, has splitted in two while pointing to a sudden orb..
one of him, has claimed : "a black door written above it, It’s endless"
He has turned back into one, he has thrown the rope of the boat, That gave all the freedom to the whirlpool.

He has tried hardly to use his hands as an intention of blasphemy
While he has declared non sensely :
"I’m in the sea now you must do something."

غبا فتغب غبا أغبى
غريم لغدار غاب أخبا
غناء الغفى واختفى
شاعرٌ مسكينٌ يشتاق الكفَ
فتلحفَ حكأ حف الملحفة
وقال أنا في البحر الآن
اهتفي

سأتبعُ القمرَ وأمشي آسفا
فهفا فرحاً ودف المرفأ
يمشط البحر مطرفا
هو و اللقيف أدارا القفا
تعرفا تنافرا تخالفا
طافوا به نحو القُفِ
 تراءى له انهما يتشاوفا
أشار له وصاحَ مجازفا
لما توافق طريدا هفا 
تصافحا تفاهما أن تفتفا
أشار لفوق واصطفى
جرماً 
باب أسودٌ عليه المنتهى
رحى القلس وأدار المجدفَ
وقال انا في البحر الآن
تصرفي

وأنا في البحر الآن - I'm in the sea now

عزف بيانو وكلمات والباقي عبد الله المنياوي، كمساهمة لمشروع بارا الألماني 
Lyrics, field recording, performance & Piano by Abdullah Miniawy the track is a contribution for PARA originally.  

Useful links // https://paraparapara.org/ 
https://www.abdullahminiawy.com/

Photo : Belhassan Handous

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عمق بعيد للرياح خارج السيطرة مدمر يقلب أثاث بيتك، اصيصاً بعد اصيصْ 
أخطأت حين زينت دارك بالورود يا غبي تنصاع للأهواء وتشرد كالأطر تمشي طويلاً بعد نسف الهيكل وحيداً على الإسفلت إلى القمر وتحلف للأوربيات العذارى أنك قادر على تعليق النجوم على الشجر تثبيتهم كلعبة العيدان على منحدر المجر أيها الأبُ أكافئكَ شكراً لأنجابه سنؤهله في المدارس سنسمنه كالبقر سنؤهله كي يكره العرب ساقي اباعدها عن الأخرى ثقيلة مريضة بالفيل إن خيرتني بين مكة وميونخ سأطفو على الإيزار والضحى وأدفن أصابعي في الحفر لا تعلق هوياتنا على جواز السفر اسمُك لم تختره أصلاً وسكين أرثر لا يميزه الحجر أيها الذئب، رنين الثلج قد يأتي فلا تجاهر به ودع سجيني المنازلِ على شاشاتهم يقلبون في الصور كيف صاغ اليائسون لغة الطاقة؟ طاقة إيجابية، طاقة سلبية طاقة الحب ونظارة للنظر تُفنى سنونُ النار في أحاجٍ لا تغتفر اعطني طاقة في اليد أرني كيف تفِدْ البشر؟ وضع دائرةً فوق خط ليحتفوا بك في المتاحفِ وارتدي جلداً ثقيلاً يظهر حلمتيك فن معاصر، فن جديد، ناقوس الخطر.

أيها الأبُ - ابنُك قد كبُرَ
سيلقي قصيدةً في الحفل المدرسي غداً
وأنت مدعو !


* Approx English translation : 

Far Depth of the wind over and over again. 
Destroys your houses’ furniture.
A vase after another. 
You were so wrong decorating your place with flowers, how stupid fellow you’re, Following others’ desires meanwhile lost as a wandering tire on the asphalt after an explosion of a random car. 
So lonely going towards the moon. How you swear to the European virgins you are able to hang the stars on trees, how you could move them as a pick-up sticks game carefully on a Hungarian slope.
Dear father I reward you. Thank you for giving a birth. We will qualify him/her in the school; we will fatten him/ her like cows. We will prepare him/her to hate Arabs.
I avoid touching my elephant infected leg with the intact one. If you make me choose between Mecca and Munich, I would float on the Isar with my fingers in the rocks holes. Don't judge our identities looking at passports. Did you even choose your fucken name? The knife of Arthur is not recognized anymore.
Dear Wolf. The ringing of the snowflakes is coming so do not howl please, let the prisoners of their houses on their screens scrolling pictures down.
How the anxious ones between us found a new religion in the language of energy. Positivity, negativity, love, and reading glasses to zoom on each detail. 
Years of fire pass and there is no excuse. 
Give me a physical energy between my hands if you can even touch it.
Put a circle on a line so they praise you in museums. 
Wear a leather jacket that shows your nipples; contemporary, new fashion, such a bad content alert.
Hey, Father. Your son is a teenager now. He is going to tell a poem in the school party tomorrow and you are invited.

Hey father I reward you - أيها الأبُ أكافئكَ

Dijit (/ˈdɪdʒɪt/), is the stage name of the SWANA music producer Hashem ElKeleshi, the electronic artist who's redefining cool without trying too hard. They stumbled into the music world by accident, juggling knobs and wires in a cluttered bedroom in Egypt's surreal capital that inevitably inspired the unique, mashed up sound of their tunes.


Dijit doesn't chase the limelight; they're content to be an underground gem, making music that speaks for itself. With a sly sense of humor and an ear for unique beats, Dijit keeps it real, reminding us that the best talents are often the most unassuming ones. So, if you're lucky enough to discover their music, consider yourself in on one of the electronic scene's best-kept secrets.

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