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حفل سري تم اقامته في معبد نوارلاك للتقنيين والفريق الإداري أثناء تسجيل ألبوم صرخة القاهرة القادم

A secret concert which took place in Abbaye de Noirlac for the 
technicians and the administrative team during recording Le Cri du Caire next album. 

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Peter Corser, Karsten Hochpfel, Abdullah Miniawy 
Photo : Belhassan Handous

Not any sort of beauty is haram - ليس كل ما هو جميل محرم

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(EN) Musical Instruments: Manufactured by Shady Rabab.
ِElectronic Music Programming: Rafik Rezine.
Voice, Lyrics, Music, Arrangement: Shady Rabab and Rafik Rezine.
Recording, Mixing, and Mastering: Rafik Rezine.
(AR)
صناعة الآلات الموسيقية: شادي رباب.
برمجة الآلات الموسيقية: رفيق رزين.
صوت، كلمات، موسيقى، ترتيب: شادي رباب ورفيق رزين.
تسجيل، ميكسينغ، ماستورينغ: رفيق رزين.
 
(FR)  Instruments musicaux: créés par Shady Rabab.
Programmation des instruments électroniques: Rafik Rezine.
Voix, musique, paroles, arrangements: Shady Rabab et Rafik Rezine.
Enregistrement, mixage, mastering: Rafik Rezine.

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Nemshi Fil Zra‘ نمشي في الزرع

From Nancy Mounir's Nozhet El Nofous
من ألبوم نزهة النفوس لنانسي منير
lnk.to/nofous

Theremin, violin, arrangements & production by Nancy Mounir.
Mixed by Adham Zidan.
Mastered by Heba Kadry.
Artwork by Ahmad Abdalla.
Original typography by Mahmoud Atef and design by Salma Shamel.
Lyrics translation by Katharine Halls.

كلمات: بديع خيري
ألحان: زكريا أحمد 

[English lyrics translation below]

خفيف خفيف ووراني المضروب
ليالي لون قرن الخروب .. ياما وراني
لا يجي بمسايسة ولا بخناقة
نهايته أنا مقايسة مهما اتشاقى
دا جوة قلبي مربع ونظرة منه تشبع
وكل ساعة و له ملعوب .. ياما وراني
خفيف خفيف ووراني المضروب
ليالي لون قرن الخروب .. ياما وراني
عجيبة يخاصمني من غير داعي
وأقول له فهمني حب وراعي
يقول لي مالك بيا خلاص مافيش مراعية
غرامه وعد وكان مكتوب
ياما وراني

Softly softly
An arrogant man
Has made my nights darker than carob
Neither quarrel nor compromise will
bring him around
But I put up with him no matter
how badly he behaves
He has a place in my heart
One look from him is enough for me
But there’s always some new
trouble brewing
Strange how he quarrels with me
without reason
I ask him to explain, to love, to care
He says “Leave me alone”
"There’s no care here"
But I was destined to love him

Nancy Mounir | Khafif Khafif (with Saleh Abdel Hay)

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In-House Artwork by: Abdo i.
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Smokable | يُدَخَّنْ  - Hypnotize / تنويم مغناطيسي

Tamer Abu Ghazaleh's debut album Mir'ah (Mirror) was released in 2008. Recorded with a group of Palestinian and Egyptian performers, the record’s seven turbulent, entrancing and sometimes frenzied songs were written during a turbulent period of demonstrations, bombardment and invasion of Palestinian cities. Composed during curfews, the album expresses everyday human emotions – love, hate, comfort, boredom, excitement – that were informed by the unreal experience of living in Palestine during that period.

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Tamer Abu Ghazaleh - Hawwel Ya Ghannam تامر أبو غزالة - حوّل يا غنّام

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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.

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