Random 12 (2016)

أغنية "خيال" مع تدفق احتواء على هواء مباشرةً من برنامج انت حر مع د. مدحت العدل على قناة سي بي سي 2 المصرية
الأغنية من الألبوم الخشبي المقبل 
"الرجل الخشبي"

El Far3i - Khayyal (ihtiwaa)Live | الفرعي - خيال (احتواء) بث حي

KAYAAN means existence in Arabic. The band, founded and produced by pianist Christian Mueller, is an international music project that blends Arabic Hip Hop with Western Jazz. It’s a unique music project -‐ the first of its kind that joins different cultures. It consists of three rappers from Palestine as well as six jazz musicians and a female vocalist from Switzerland. The result is a perfect blend between groovy jazz and bouncy hip-‐hop and especially between different cultures. This exciting mixture emerges on the debut album “Wednesday”, which got its name from the weekday, since most of the important creative work happened on a Wednesday.

InJazz (Wednesday)

We Still Don't Care

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Kayaan - We Still Don't Care (feat. Suhail Nafar) كيان - بعده مش هاممنا - مع سهيل نفار

حكي - أنس و الأصدقاء

107.1 radio freestyle

 مَــغَــاوِيْــــــرْ

أَوَّلاََ سَـنَـة حُلْـوَة يَا جَمِيـلْ     ثَانِياً الِلّيـلْ حَيْكُـون طَوِيـل 

ْقْـوْلْ لَإِمَّـكْــ مَـاَ تْخَـافْـ     الْمَلْهَــي عَلَي بُعْـدِ رْصَــاص

ْثَالِثـاً إِلْبُـسْ الأَسْـوَدْ وِانْـزَلْ     عَـالِمـاً بَـسْ تِثْلُــجْ فُـوقِ التْـلاَل

ْبِيصِيُــرُوا الصِّبْيَـانْ رْجَــالْ      مَـغَـاوِيْـرْ بْعَـاصْـمِـةِ الِلِّيْــل

ْعَــلَّمُوْنَـا عَــلَي المَـلْعَبـــ     نلْعَـبْـــ عصَــاْبَـات

ْشُـوبـْــ شُـوبـْــ قَـوَّصُـوكـْـ     شُـوبـْــ شُـوبـْــ قَـوَّصُـوك

ْكِنَّـا سَـــوَا عَـمْ نِتْسَـلَّـي      وَيْنَــكِ اخْتَـفَيْـــت

ْشُـوبـْــ شُـوبـْــ قَـوَّصُـوكـْـ     شُـوبـْــ شُـوبـْــ قَـوَّصُـوك

ْرَابِعـاً مَا تِحْكِـي مَعْ نِسْـوَانْ     عَلَشَـانْـ مَـا نِسْهَــرْ عَلَـي الجِثمَـان

ْهُــوْنْ الـسِّتْـــ بَـسْ مِقْيَـاسْ      لكْـرَاَمْتُـه قِّـدَّاَمِ النَــاس

غَـالِبـاً فِـيْ طَبَنْـجَـة بِجْيَـابُـه     عَلَـشَـانْ الصَبــيِّ إِبِـنْ بَـيُّــه

ْوْهُـونْ مَـا حَــدَا بْيِـنْطَـالْ     أدُونِـيـسْ ضَحِـيِّـة الأَدْغَـــال

MAGHAWIR

Number one, happy birthday beautiful.
Number two, you’re in for a long night;
Tell your mother to chill:
The club’s a bullet’s throw away.
Number three, wear your black suit and come down,
Bearing that when snow caps the hills
All the boys become men:
Soldiers in the capital of the night.

And on the playground, 
They always taught us
To gang-play-pretend.
Shoop shoop shot you down.
Shoop shoop shot you down.
We were just all together,
Painting the town.
Where’d you disappear?
Shoop shoop shot you down.
Shoop shoop shot you down.

Number four, quit chatting up the misses, 
Before the night turns into a wake.
Here women are but emblems of men’s influence.
Yes, that is a gun in his pocket,
Because the boy’s his fathers son.
Where the arm of the law can’t reach, adonis falls victim.

And on the playground, 
They always taught us
To gang-play-pretend.
Shoop shoop shot you down.
Shoop shoop shot you down.
We were just all together,
Painting the town.
Where’d you disappear?
Shoop shoop shot you down.
Shoop shoop shot you down.


Mashrou' Leila - Maghawir El Leil ( IBN EL LEIL ) | مشروع ليلي - مغاوير الليل

أصنــام

كانت الدفاتر بيضاء وحياتنا ما بتتغنى،
والراديو يذيع مللنا يا أما خمسة أو خمسين مرة.
لمرّة سمعنا فارس قال لنا نردم معابدنا.
رحنا وعمّرنا له معبد ثاني بمحلّها.

سلّطنا الضوء على وجهه لما طلع حتى يمكسج.
ما شفنا غير خياله إختفى وجهه تحت الوهج،
ويطلع يعزف ليتخيّل حاله بالأفلام،
وإحنا نصدّق حكيُه حتى نبرّر الأصنام.

ْحَـرَفُـوْهْ و رَدَدُوهْ ، قَدَسُـوُهْ ورَتَّـلـُوه

طربنا بحفلاته لما بلش يلعبلنا
الأسرار اللي خربشناها على الحيط بحمّاماتنا.
فسّر الأغنية فصلبناه بخشب المسرح.
كان يكتب من الجوع وما في أكل على المذبح. 

ْحَـرَفُـوْه و رَدَدُوه ، قَدَسُـوُه ورَتَّـلـُوه

ASNAM (IDOLS)

Our notebooks lay bare when being didn’t merit a song,
And the radio blared ennui five or fifty times a day.
Till once we heard a DJ who said ‘go destroy your temples’
But in their place we built anew, temples in his name.

All we saw were shadows, when he’d mount the stage to play
We shone a light too bright, and blurred his face away
And he’d play dubious tunes, telling lies from film.
But we believed every word to justify the idols we built for him.

They distorted him, to echo him. 
They sanctified him, to chant him.

He thrilled us at his shows when he started to perform
The secrets that we’d scribbled upon the bathroom walls
We nailed him to a stage-wood cross when he explained his lyrics
He too wrote out of hunger, but the altar was always fruitless.

They distorted him, to echo him. 
They sanctified him, to chant him.





Mashrou' Leila - ASNAM/IDOLS ( IBN EL LEIL ) | ( مشروع ليلي - أصنام ( ابن الليل

طــيف

غنيت
مع كورس أشباح تحت رصاص مدينتي
والدّبكات
رقصتها تحِت ضوء إشارة السير 
لانتَشيت 
عالكهربا من نخاع العامود 
وصبّيت 
دموع النيون ع سواد العيون
والطرابيش خذونا، عالحبوس عشان يخصونا، ويعملوا أوسام
خيّطنا لهم أعلامنا من أكفان جثث الأصحاب، اللّي كانوا عالإعدام
خبز الغراب بدأ ينمى منورث الأرض غدًا يامّا
خبز الغراب بدأ ينمى منورث الأرض غدًا يامّا
وقضّيت
عمري مع حقّي مرْهون لأّحاسيسك (آه يا نوسك)
وانمحيت
من كِتب التاريخ كأنها تاريخك (وهويتك)
بأوراكنا ترجمنالهم أبيات سافو وأبو نوّاس بلْسان الآهات
على شراشف طرّزناها بالآهات الّي نشدناها بالمظاهرات
خبز الغراب بدأ ينمى منورث الأرض غدًا يامّا
خبز الغراب بدأ ينمى منورث الأرض غدًا يامّا
علّيلِي كعبك بالغنا
بعدها الأغاني ممكنة

TAYF (GHOST)

Showered with this city’s bullets, I chorused with ghosts
Bathed by traffic lights, I danced our dabkeh
Till i was high on the the marrow of the electric pole,
And i poured tears - neon - on swollen pupils.
Till the fezzes came to take us, to prisons, to castrate us, to make medallions.
But we sewed flags from funeral shrouds (from friends on death row).

The mushrooms have started to grow
Tomorrow we inherit the earth
The mushrooms have started to grow
Tomorrow we inherit the earth

My life spent; with rights mortgaged off to your sentiments 
My history erased from our books like they were yours to claim 
Our hips translated Sappho and Abu Nuwas in the tongue of oohs and aahs
On bed sheets embroidered with the same oohs and aahs we chanted at the picket line.

The mushrooms have started to grow
Tomorrow we inherit the earth
The mushrooms have started to grow
Tomorrow we inherit the earth

For now we still have songs;
Sing with your highest heels on

Mashrou' Leila - TAYF/Ghost ( IBN EL LEIL ) | ( مشروع ليلي - طيف ( ابن الليل

Mashrou' Leila - SAAD ALSUUD ( IBN EL LEIL ) | مشروع ليلي - سعد السعود

Music by : M.Ragab & A.Hefny.
Voice : Ghalia BenAli
Recorded @ RadioAcid studio & Ganoub studio.
Mixed @ Ganoub Studio.
2015

سيد الكونين "ج٢

Almultahiat الملتحيات Yom Wara Yom يوم ورا يوم

Visa Album / البوم تأشيرة

Watch series on Youtube: https://bit.ly/30HAJyx شاهد الالبوم على يوتيوب

Produced by MAFAR
Music and Lyrics by Jeries Babish
Music Arrangement by MAFAR
Recorded at Rj for Artistic Productions
Mixed by John Handal
Mastered by Studio Serakos
Album Artwork by Marwan Muhammed
Youtube Thumbnails: Mahmoud Bassam

This Album was produced with the support of AFAC

For lyrics and translations, Please turn on subtitles or scroll down

Lyrics:

لو تعطيني فكرة وتحكيلي عن مبارح
شو مخبيلنا بكرا والزمان
تلاقينا مندور فينا عن الخير
والحاكم يجلد فينا للتغيير

بيجلد بالوقت بيحكم عالتخت
بيحرق بالمي عينينا والناس الناس مبسوطين
بيسرق بالموت وحتى الصوت
بيحبس حاله فينا وعالطابور مستنيين

شيل من بالك هالفكرة وما تحكي ولا تصارح
ما رح تنسى هالمرة المكان
تلاقينا منشمّت فينا الغير
والحاكم خايف علينا ليطير

بيجلد بالوقت بيحكم عالتخت
بيحرق بالمي عينينا والناس الناس مبسوطين
بيسرق بالموت وحتى الصوت
بيحبس حاله فينا وعالطابور مستنيين
عالطابور مستنيين

If you gave me an idea and told me about yesterday
What tomorrow and time hides for us
You see us searching for the good within
And the ruler is tormenting us to change
To change

Tormenting time, judging from bed
Burning our eyes with water, and people are content
Stealing death and even voice
Locks himself inside of us, we are waiting in queues

Erase this idea from your head, don’t speak, don’t be honest
This time you will not forget the place
You find us, making others gloat
And the ruler is worried about us and fears quitting

Tormenting time, judging from bed
Burning our eyes with water, and people are content
Stealing death and even voice
Locks himself inside of us, we are waiting in queues

We are waiting in queues.
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You can follow MAFAR at the following links:
Official Facebook: https://web.facebook.com/MafarBand
Official Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/mafarband
Official Anghami: https://play.anghami.com/artist/1379101 
Official Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/mafar-band
Official Instagram : https://instagram.com/mafar.band

'Al Taboor – Mafar | عالطابور – مفر

Visa Album / البوم تأشيرة

Watch series on Youtube: https://bit.ly/30HAJyx شاهد الالبوم على يوتيوب

Produced by MAFAR
Music and Lyrics by Jeries Babish
Music Arrangement by MAFAR
Recorded at Rj for Artistic Productions
Mixed by John Handal
Mastered by Studio Serakos
Album Artwork by Marwan Muhammed
Youtube Thumbnails: Mahmoud Bassam

This Album was produced with the support of AFAC

For lyrics and translations, Please turn on subtitles or scroll down

Lyrics:

عالراديو في تجمع اخبار بتحكي قصة انتحار
في عالنشرة الصباحية انفجار فيك تفضح اسئلة و اسرار
في بشر في كلام وفي مذيع بيبكي ورى الناس

عالراديو في حبكة ومؤامرات، في بث مباشر عن حكم الراقصات
و في تشاحن بين الكلمات وفي ملاحم بالشتات
في اسلاموفوبيا وستيريوتايب بيخليك تمحي الأساس

بس ما في حد بيسمع حتى لو الفجر من الليل بيطلع
في عالم مكتوب عليه يضل مشحون ع خط التماس

On the radio there are news talking about a story of suicide
On the morning broadcast there is an explosion,
where you can expose questions and secrets
There are humans, there are words,
and a radio presenter weeping behind the people

On the radio there is a plot and conspiracies,
a live broadcast about the ruling of dancers
And there is a tension within words, and epics in the diaspora
There is Islamophobia and stereotypes, 
that makes you erase the basis

But no one is listening, even if the dawn emerges from the night
Some are meant to hassle on the front lines

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You can follow MAFAR at the following links:
Official Facebook: https://web.facebook.com/MafarBand
Official Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/c/mafarband
Official Anghami: https://play.anghami.com/artist/1379101 
Official Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/mafar-band
Official Instagram : https://instagram.com/mafar.band

'Al Radio – Mafar | عالراديو – مفر

When the Waves

Hunger

This track was made using Ableton software. I used two ready-made tracks; one is from Palestinian researcher-musician and vocalist Sanaa Moussa, the other is from Palestinian Jerusalemite rebellious poet Fawzi Al-Bakri.
Zajal in Arabic is oral poetry declaimed/recited in colloquial language. Zajaliyyeh is one poem of this kind.

ZAJALIYYEH زَجَلِيِّة

:الكلمات
ما بدي تسألني، ولا تفهمني
ولا بدي تحسسني أنك سائل فيي
مافي حضن دافي و انهروا كتافي
ومافي حدا ناسي
البحر شافي والمسبة عشفافي روح و حل عني

و أنا من زمان و انا زهقان هالموال
بلا افتراض و اعتراض و انتقاد
روح ولي بعيد وبعرضك لا لا لا تزيد
ترا واصلة لهون و فكرة شوفتك مش حتفيد

فرصة تسوي لحالك قيمة
تغطي عيوبك و تبطل النميمة
بحكي لحالي بلكي انسك لساني
بحكي لحالي بلكي انمسك لساني

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Update: The label is now closed for business. You can still enjoy the works of the outstanding artists of our catalog at their respective profiles on streaming platforms and social media.

Kayaan - We Still Don't Care (feat. Suhail Nafar) كيان - بعده مش هاممنا - مع سهيل نفار

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