Bully

BROTHERS

A show that is a testament of a newfound friendship between Jana & Tarek who aim to showcase the rich heritage and diversity of their respective homelands, the Balkans and the Arab world. Two regions with a lot more similarities than you might think, especially from a musical vantage point. Expect anything from Turbo Folk to traditional wedding music and Egyptian Mahraganat, all woven in a sonic fabric that is guaranteed to make it to your wedding playlist. 

The Morning Show w/ Jana & Tarek @ Kiosk Radio 01.11.2024

i held your name in my mouth too long it melted
tasted like mangoes and burntout summers
you said speak with your chest
but i got oceans where lungs should rest
now im walking toward you like i got no past
no brakes no exit just glass

you braid the hours when i come undone
turn silences into cinnamon gum
you barefoot in my dreams like moss
you scribbled in the margins of every loss
youre the steam on my tea the crease in my jeans
you laugh and i swear time leans
we argue soft like jazz in a stairwell
make up like rain hitting church bells

lets rent a boat forget the dock
lets ride til the borders feel like chalk
i dont want peace i want you in the mess
wanna carry your fears in the crook of my chest
wanna write our names in the steam on the train
from porto to prague eating fruit in the rain
you ever seen a fire in a winter coat
thats me with your laugh in my throat
i be zoning out midconvo thinking how you blink
like youre reading my whole damn soul in ink
i had girls sure but they dim by the second
you walk in boom whole room gets reckoned
forget candles you light up the floor
id rob time to give you one hour more
lets get weird with it
midnight markets citrus and smoke
you hum something sweet while the vendors joke
and im just floatin not high not broke
just full for once

you ever feel like you met someone
that rewrote your whole memory without asking
like i knew how to be alone until you
made it sound like static
now im hearing music where grief used to be

look
im not tryna be cute or clever
i want your rough days and your best weather
you cry im here you curse i listen
you bleed i bandage you speak i glisten
we in the thrift store holding hands
arguing which city has the better vans
you say florence i say madrid
you win i grin thats just what it is
you wear sweaters like soft rebellion
i spit poems like im tryna tell them
back off this love aint for sale
this aint a fairytale this is braille
touch it to feel it
real lips real flaws real dirt under real claws
you kissed me like you meant it in the back of that cab
and i aint felt my ribs since
they still somewhere in your laugh

say it babe

الطوخي

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