A short and sweet folk tune sung in my Kuwaiti dialect; the lyrics are based on a popular TV show with the same title.

ام البنات و كل إعيالها نايمين بأمان ُمسلسل تلفزيون مر على بالي ِمنحاشة و كل بناتها منخشين معاها ب ِشّقة آخر الدنيا بعيدة عن الديرة
سؤ الحظ ينفخ في شراعهم الليل خطير و الشارع فاضي فوق النخل قلب ينشوي اّول مّرة تحس بشي غريب اّول مّرة تحس بشي جديد
ام البنات و كل إعيالها نايمين بأمان إذا حسيتم بنقص بالحاجة
إذا كنتْو ماديين زود عن اللزوم

Um elBanat (ام البنات)

A mysterious tune, enriched by metaphors and lyrical "close-ups" that depict moments of rapture, sadness, and contemplation


بضحكتها تتلألأ النجوم
تضيء ثغرها 
            تهرب الغيوم

من بعيد ... 
يخجل القمر
ترقص العشبة الجافة
     وسط الشجر

نسيم مفعم يمر
رحيقه  
     يذيب الحجر

ترتجف أناملها 
        وتتساقط 
    على وجهي
تذيقني 
قطرات المطر

لمساتها 
تعيد للرمل كرامته
تزيل عنه
        أوساخ القدر

سارة حياتي بحجرها
أحيا
      وأحتضر

Sarrah (تحت الشجر)

Performed for SUNDAYS/cool, a platform supporting the musical talents of the Mipsterz indie community. Watch a video of this performance on Youtube: http://ow.ly/S9qD4

Credits:
Created by: Urooj Khan, Yusuf Siddiquee, & Abbas Rattani
Produced by: Wissam Hamou, Urooj Khan, Yusuf Siddiquee
Co-Producer: Abbas Rattani
Directed by: Urooj Khan & Yusuf Siddiquee
Sound Director: Yusuf Siddiquee
Special Thanks: Jemel Derbali

Men In Power Ft. KRUSSIA (Live on SUNDAYS/cool)

A song about a documentarian who was so obsessed with Palestinian affairs, that she became emotionally unavailable. The song tells the story of how she became traumatized upon crossing an Israeli checkpoint, where she saw a boy being shot.

Lyrics
VI
Door-to-door she talked to / Refugees without a refuge
Between a hard and a good life / A hotel and a war crime

People watching all day / Writing down everything they say
Elders kissed her forehead / Children knew her name
 
CH
My bloody Valentine / in love with Palestine

VII
Driving down with a young boy
Swallow salt with their hands
Haunted by that moment, they say “kill them all with lasers!”

CH
My bloody Valentine / in love with Palestine
 
VIII
Heavy skin on her eyelids
Sun between the clouds is thick
The darkness of their robots
They’ll take your land with cold eyes

My bloody Valentine in love with Palestine

Chapter 1 The Journalist

Inspired by the military industrial complex that seems to have plagued the world’s superpowers and trickled into our personal space globally. Strong references here to gun culture, police brutality, drone wars, virtual reality, first-person shooter video games and (of course) pornography!

Lyrics

Give me a joystick | Take me to warships
I’m a virgin | with a pink gun
The last silo | wants to lay low
Upgrade police force | Dressed in camo

A hand floating around killing people.
A drone flying around, stealing land.

A hand floating around killing people
A drone buzzing around, carpet bombing

I want to be free from the violence that surrounds me
Give me the key to the oxygen in the coffin.

Ambushed by our nature
History repeating itself
Spread your legs, there’s no place like home
On a pornoshoot

Ambushed by our nature

I'm a virgin
in a VR headset
Show me the army
occupy me

Virgin

Gashxi is about holding/finding ground amidst uncertainty and chaos. A song about banding together. The lyrics are a response to the aftermath of intense urbanization and the role of making music as a means to endure the world spiraling out of control.

Lyrics
Verse I		
مجلّة صفحاتها ما تخلص
فيها إعلانات تلحقني
وُصَلّتي تشان تعرقلني
دوّر ارضك / إيدك على قلبك

CH I
تعالو فوق الهواء
موسيقى تحمينّا من شرور نفوسنا
فرقة ترفعنا من ناطحات سحّاب

VII
بناية بدون هيكل
دعاية بدون نهاية
تكمّل كلامي, كأنها تعبّرعن أفكاري.
يوّد گشّي
 إيدي على قلبي

CH II
بنينا سور عالي
ظلٌ يحمينا من شرور جيرانا
فرقة تحمينا من شرور نفوسنا

CH III
بنينا كويزيانا
أغاني تبعدنا من شرور نفوسنا
طوفة تحمينا من ذنوب أمريكا

Gashxi (گشِّي)

A song about being discarded. Drawing inspiration from Kuwait’s ‘Friday Market’, where you can find everything from cute animals to scrap machine parts. Vintage is meant to be a tongue-in-cheek story about falling in love with someone from a younger generation and ending up feeling like being sold for cheap in the local flea market.

Lyrics

Verse I
ودّيني ودّيني سوق الجمعة
بيعيني بيعيني من كل امثالي بتفتكّين
حطّيني حطّيني في عربانة سكراب
دزّيني دزّيني من أعلى ناطحة سحاب

CH
أيام ماتت أيام ماتت كنت لك حبيب
أيام فاتت أيام ماتت كنت لك حبيب
كنت لك حبيب vintage أيام 
دير بالك من وعود الجيل الجديد

Verse II
ودّيني ودّيني سوق الجمعة
تقول لي تقول لي أغنيتك ما منها فائدة
بيعيني بيعيني أرخص من الكتكوت
حطّيني حطّيني في وسط بطن حوت

Vintage (ڤِنْتِج)

Bara7a means sandlot. This is a song about adolescence and dealing with bullies from different social classes. While most people’s culture shock happens when they travel from one culture to another, I had my first major culture shock when I moved from public school to private school in Kuwait, so I wrote a song about it! It exposed me to different types of Kuwaitis and expats of all sorts.

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qXhzKq7syhQ

V
The initial chapter of my teenagehood
Was painted by the bullies of my neighborhood

قالوا ليش لابس اسود باسود
?
صابغ اظافرك كأنّك نثية

CH
هوشة هوشة ودّوني البيت
Kicking screaming, there’s no place like home
براءتي تنزف على البراحة
Won't you show me something real

VII
كنا تونا طالعين من باب المدرسة
fashionista شفنا
تتصوّر بالبراحة
تبيك اتجرّب حظك يا مَزْيون
Burnt and resurrected by the moon.

قامت ملّت شوية شوية
قالت مالت على وجهك

CH
هدّة شبّت چبريت احمر
كيّف كيّف
vacation على
فجأة يات لك سكتة قلبية
something real تگفه قول لي

Oh, I feel a fist وحدة بوَحدة
I think I see her wink وحدة بوَحدة بوَحدة
لساني حامي عمري مدفون
بعمق البراحة

قالت مالت لابس اسود باسود
اظافرك واو اتهبل
يمعود

چنها ملّت شوية
اشفيها?

Chapter 2 (الباب الثاني)

Bara7a (براحة)

A song about finding purpose and establishing your voice in the face of loneliness. This song was born out of a desire to overcome alienation. 

Something I experienced a lot after moving to the US, particularly in urban life.
Once I introduced the song to the band, we were able to elevate it with a driving force and a catchy hook! Probably the only true “hook” on the EP actually.

Lyrics
V1
There is a symbol inside this city of mine
There is a voice rising to the top & our feet can’t stop
Could it be our reflections cookin’ below the ground?
Distracted by a screen that bites with huge sunglasses on!

CH1
Traces of fire | Workin' below us
No more to hiding / no more agonizing
ما في بديل
to what was before
Where do you go when you fall asleep?

CH2
Traces of fire | working below us
No more to fighting / no more compromising.
ما في بديل to what was before
Where do you go when you’re fast asleep?

V2
There is a chorus of voices in my head that I can’t deny
There is a pocket of holes inside our souls that we can’t see through.
There’s a hole of pockets in our heads that we can’t deny
Pocket of holes inside our souls that just can’t see through.

our eyes
fade
to blank

CH 3
Traces of fire | workin' below us
No more to fighting / no more compromising.
ما في بديل
to what was before
Where do you go when you’re dead asleep?

Cymbal Of This City

3arees means groom. Lyrics below! I’m really proud of the clapping section on this one! In Pat’s words. “It nearly killed us.”

VI
رحنا عالمطار تكسي شهر العسل
خذلك دوس (يا ولد) البنزين
رحنا عالمطار إيدها بإيدي
نتبوس بالطريج
ما بَغيت اتزوّج

Pre-CH
شمعة تذوب اب حضني
فراشة دشّت بطني
مو قادر امسك نفسي
سيدة ما اقدر امشي
( روح )

VII
بالمطبخ (شيبت) كنت اغسل امّاعين
وينى صوب (فاصل) آخر موضة
ردّت البيت (چان) تعطيني بوسا
كل يوم نفس الشيء روعة رنانة
فرصة ذهبية

شوف الچاي (عل چوله) مو جنّا خلص؟
ناسي الچاي (وخّر) مو چنّا يغلي؟ (عَنَّه)
شوف الچاي (حبّي) مو جنّا خلص؟
حارق الچاي

Pre-CH 2
مبعثر انتباهي كرت اصفر عطوني
اسمع كلام اهلك فهمانين احسن منّك
( خوش )

BRIDGE
HIYA
كنّا نتمشّى اب فريجنا
شفنا عتوي بالع رادو
آه يا حمار
شمودّيك المطبخ
حارق الچاي

Pre-CH 3
غيمة فوق الوادي
خنجر يدغدغ خدّي
بهارات على جَرحي
داويني طول المآسي

Sync and Mastering controlled by +Aziz | Contact Kuwaisiana@gmail.com

3arees (عريس)

Watch the lyric video: https://youtu.be/lah2cJtQnfM

LYRICS
V 1
They came in with shredded shoes, dejected & confused. الرؤوس نامت
محرومين من نوم في اقفاص فلاذ
From afar breaking news swimming in a room with refugee blues. I’m doused
Float the boat, hide it in your throat.

Pre-CH
Hands up who’s there at the border? Interrogate the children first.
Tie em up, let’s go for a drive eat away every human right

V 2
They comin’ quick, where you work, as you pray, where you sleep, now midday. والعصاعص قامت

يا ليل داندانه لدان
الطبيعة أُم عصبية
عاصفة فاشستية

PRE-CH 2
Happy hurricane season
Field trip (out) to the wall
Buckle up, let’s go for a drive to another mall with reality stars.

CH 1
We found ourselves detained in anchor shackles
Side by side we stand In the face of danger
Find our place in the world, standing up for strangers

BR/Pre-CH 3
Hands up who’s there at the border?
Interrogate the children first.
Tie em up, let’s go for a drive
Eat away every human right

Happy hurricane season
Eat away my human rights
Sluggin’ through another year
to the bottom of the bowl with a racist douche.
Get in line that’s the master plan
Brought to you by the orange clan

CH 2
Side by side we stand in the face of danger
Find our place in the world, standing up for strangers.

Sync and Mastering controlled by +Aziz | Contact Kuwaisiana@gmail.com

Orange Klan

Guwwa (قوة)

With songs in Arabic & English, Kuwaisiana is a bilingual alt rock trio based in Seattle-Tacoma 🇰🇼🇺🇸🇵🇸

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