مُنتَعش.... والحياة فُلّلي مُنشكح.... في جميع الأحوال مش فارقة باعمِل إيه, ومين بيبُص لي كلنا عايشين على نفس المنوال
عايش بعافر, باعمل اللي يهمني ولو هاستنى الحاجات هي اللي تحصل.. حلّني
على ما اللي فوق ينزلوا.. حلّني والرغايين يفصلوا.. حلّني واللي ما عملوش يعملوا على ما الناس يفهموا.. حلّني والمجانين يعقلوا.. حلّني على ما مية و نور يرجعوا ...حلّني
جوايا طاقة, مش عارف رايحة فين وحاجات كتير حاصلة في كل مكان وانا همّي راحة البال.. أشتريها منين؟ قلت اخترعها, أظن آن الأوان عايش بعافر, باعمل اللي يهمني ولو هاستنى الحاجات هي اللي تحصل.. حلّني
على ما اللي فوق ينزلوا.. حلّني والرغايين يفصلوا.. حلّني واللي ما عملوش يعملوا على ما الناس يفهموا.. حلّني والمجانين يعقلوا.. حلّني على ما مية و نور يرجعوا ...حلّني
مش عايز استنى.. ماليش مزاج
ليه اعيش أنا, ماشي ف طريق زيج زاج؟
.. ولو هاستنى الحاجات هي اللي تحصل.. حلّني..حلّني
على ما اللي فوق ينزلوا.. حلّني والرغايين يفصلوا.. حلّني واللي ما عملوش يعملوا على ما الناس يفهموا.. حلّني والمجانين يعقلوا.. حلّني على ما مية و نور يرجعوا ...حلّني
I know it's been a while
But I reckon I never told you I guess now it's just about time And though what I would say
Might or might not come through
But Let's sing
Sing another song for life
You may be mad at me now But frankly I don't care
I had to let you know somehow
And we're old enough for
Consequences we're yet to bare
So Let's sing
Sing another song for life
We've still got a lot to go through
A lot of places we've never been to
I've got more, and more in store
and just like I showed you the shore
Let's keep holding on, and keep it true
and Let's sing
Sing another song for life
We'll rip through the roads
Sing another song for life
We'l' drive on, dance and play
and sing another song for life
Yes we'll go there
and sing another song for life
we won't give a shit about anything
and sing another song for life
isolated, liberated
singing another song for life
Living the life we're meant for
You know, it's been going on in his head ever since he can
remember. Her voice, her aura, when she smiles, everything. With all that's
been going on in her life, the struggles, her personal life crises and her own
self discovery, he knew he had to be there; he had to be like a solid backbone,
and he tried his best. As subtle as he could. She needed her own personal
space.
All the times he would see her,
and starts getting nervous, like a 14-year old boy, in love for the first time.
But his fear of losing her held him back, especially that the timing was never
right for him to confess. Or so he thought. And with all the people around her
and her mixed up feelings, he felt he was being pulled back by others, who were
slowly taking his place.
He tried to hold on. Still being there whenever needed, and
maintaining the right amount of distance.
What she didn't know is that inside him, a storm was
building up, a scavenging struggle between his emotions and rationale. His
impulsive tendencies pushed him to the verge of spilling out everything that
has been inside for a long time, every time he saw her, every single time. But
his mind always managed to stop him.
Partly because he wanted to pick the right time and partly
because he didn't want her to get the wrong idea. Or even question the
seriousness of his feelings and thoughts about her.
They met years ago, out of mutual interest, he found a
perfect person in her, a perfection too good to be true to the extent that it
scared him, not of her, of himself. He was at a point in his life when
responsibilities and commitments become self destructive. And he was honest
about it to her from the beginning, he was honest about everything, come to
think of it, he's never been anything but honest to her. And that definitely
means a lot.
So they drifted apart, and then came back together again,
from another perspective, friendship. Shear selfless friendship, one that
doesn't bend.
And then they drifted apart again, when she met someone.
He tried to hold on, but he was weak. And his grip wasn't
strong enough.
And suddenly, she was gone.
Fate still decides otherwise, months later, after he, too,
went on. She comes back. This time broken, clueless and somewhat of a wreck.
A result of inhumane treatment, after throwing herself into
the arms of the worthless, who knows nothing about courtesy or truthfulness.
He tried his best to embrace her, wondering how things
happen in directions that are never expected.
At this point in his life, things started to become
clearer, he was more confident, strong again, definite and oriented towards
self fulfillment.
Being a musician in Egypt is tricky.
Because on the outside, everyone thinks we don't get tired enough, or put as
much effort into work as, for example, a doctor or an engineer. Well, that's absolutely not true.
The difference between a musician, or
an artist for that matter, and any other professional, is that being a musician
doesn't necessarily require any sort of academic certification in the field.
It's a profession that can be acquired by experience, if the talent is there to
begin with. Add to that, passion, ability to express in an artistic form,
dedication, and musicianship. We play music because we love music, because it's
a passion that has to be pursued as a career, we love what we do, contrary to
the saying "Love what you do until you do what you love", it's
bullshit! We just do what we love anyway!
I was born into a family that
appreciates music, both parents were singers back in the day, who then decided
not to take it to a professional level to be able to "maintain a proper
living", and by proper living I mean find a job that pays well, MONTHLY,
to start a "family" and raise kids, and so on. Nevertheless, I thank
my parents for feeding me with good music ever since I could remember; I grew
up listening to my Mom and Dad's favorite artists: The Bee Gees, Abba, Fayrouz,
Um Kalthoum, Abdelwahab, Abdelhalim, Adaweya, Mohamed Mounir, Ali El Haggar and
other singers who were and will remain very influential to me.
At the age of 12, I was, as a lot of
people my age were, very much into pop music, Michael Jackson, boy bands like
Take That and Boyzone, George Michael and others; and thanks to MTV and Channel
V, I was given a never ending source of video clips which were my most amusing
source of entertainment and music education, before, of course, the rise of the
"holy" YouTube. I used to watch the videos and captions of concerts
and memorize all the songs, buy the artists' and bands' albums on cassette
tapes and listen to them and then try
and imitate what they do, how they sing and how they perform on stage.
Later on
during my teen years, and because of peer influences, I became more and more
interested in rock and metal, a natural development I suppose, bands like
Metallica were my biggest influences and interests, watching them go on stage
and deliver performances that would throw people off their feet, It was more
interesting to me than porn! Remember Napster? It was like my refueling
station, whenever I ran out of new music to listen to, I would wait for a whole
day for one mp3 to download, and God did it feel exquisite!
I had dreamed of becoming a rock
star, or a performer for that matter, it was always at the back of my head. OF
course I had to enroll in one of the top majors, Engineering, to please the
parents and maintain a "stable career" after graduation. I started
taking my amateur interest in music to a professional level nevertheless. I met
a lot of people who were young musicians back then, formed my first band in
2005 and then joined "Salalem" late 2005.
Now let me tell you how things go for
most musicians in Egypt and how hard it is to maintain a stable musical career
and make a proper living out of it here in Egypt.
There's one big project to every
musician, the project that takes up most of his/her time and effort. To me that
project is "Salalem". We spend years of hard work just to build a
name and a proper audience base: rehearsals, brainstorming meetings, workshops,
sessions to create music, finding the right lyrics that represent the band's
identity as a whole and not as individual band members.
Every band has a different identity,
and sound. It takes a lot of effort to get there, to the point where, if heard
any where, people would recognize you. During which, the band is forced to
compromise money along with the effort, frequently agree to perform for free
just to be able to gain as much exposure as possible, agree to be interviewed
by boring TV presenters and media channels who only look for bands to fill
their quota of material, while bands look for exposure all the way.
Usually that one main project to
every musician is an original music band, besides that, a few small projects
can go on, for "na7t" purposes, "Na7t" literally means
"sculpt" or "incise" referring to sculpting music to fit
the market needs (mostly cover bands in all forms varying from rock to Latin
and jazz). In other words, the side projects usually aim at collecting money to
maintain a living, to balance things out between the "long term
project" and maintaining a performing status in general.
Besides that, some music players who
are very significant and are able to build a name for themselves individually
start playing with international and national mainstream superstars, for the
money of course. Because as you all know by now, we get paid by the
performance, and the pay is never fixed. And some singers start their own solo
projects, to sing the songs they are not able to do with their bands, to fulfill
their musical needs, songs that they wrote for other purposes that are more
personal, hence not for "the band".
On top of that, most musicians,
myself included, start looking for fixed day jobs, just to make sure they have
a fixed income if worse comes to worse and Morsi and his kissasses decide to
give it to us Saudi style.
So imagine starting a project or a
band, and spending 7-8 years trying to get that band to a competitive place in
the market, while maintaining its identity, direction and independency, and
when you get there, maintain the successful status for as much as you can, try
to make money out of it, treat it like a business with a social and artistic
cause, and then joining another band to make extra money to balance things out,
not to mention rehearsals in both bands, at least twice a week, writing and/or
collecting proper lyrics, composing, arranging music, band meetings, goal
setting, marketing, PR, social media, TV interviews, magazines, online blogs
and magazines, meeting with clients, finding a band manager, bookings, money
transfers, getting paid, bank transactions, motivating each other when the
going gets tough, going to other cities and/or countries for expansion and
exposure, approaching new clientele, working with corporate companies on
jingles and trying to meet the corporate needs, to collect good money to be
able to spend money on your main project to record a top notch quality album
and/or video clip.
And then endless hours at the studio recording the bands'
material and learning in the process.
Moreover, imagine with both the long
term project and the Na7t project, you start your own solo project, writing,
composing, collecting material, hours of recording and all of the above all
over again. And after you finish recording a song at 4 am in the morning, you
go home to sleep, tired as hell, to wake up 4 hours later, to go to work as a
normal employee, and then after work, the whole cycle starts all over again. And
yet some of us musicians are not able to maintain a stable financial status.
Yep, that's what my life is basically
like, but I love it and I wouldn't want to change anything about it!
As I sit here on my desk in the middle of the city
cars honking in the background
people shouting
birds chirping
the sun is almost down
and i can't help but think about you
i recall the day i first met you
I wasn't taken only by your beauty
i was rather captured by the energy you brought into my life
you walked towards me with a smile
one that is so unique
one that is free of complications
free of negativity
free of impurities
Something inside me told me right then, right there
that you were probably what i have been subconsciously looking for
That there's a journey yet to be discovered
with you
Art, is what you are
reason and faith
hope and pride
you are the proper side
I wasn't a fool to deny that back then
I wouldn't have been fair
But now, I'm here
back to square one
only now, i can think straight
i know what i want
I want to go on that journey
and discover the rest of my life with you
and only you
It's no surprise
not even a prize
you wanted things clear?
why the fear?
why the constant hesitation?
move on
to the next station
create
create things for your own
hello hello
you've been blown
did it feel good?
you should have understood
you're only a tool
to them you're a fool
but you complain
again and again
you try to blame it on others
your many mothers
are you lost?
are you found?
are you secure?
are you sound?
are you glad?
are you sad?
are you in love?
or all of the above?
Go home and sleep
and if you can't
count some sheep
Home doesn't feel right, right?
they're laughing at you now alright
or not, maybe they don't care
or maybe they're just in your head
and you might end up dead
even though dying scares her
it's something she doesn't prefer
change your thoughts
your thoughts are like clots
blocking blood to your brain
you might be insane
and it all comes down to that last cigarrette
forgetting everything, even your stacking debt
enjoy it
embrace it
I know it won't last
but i don't care
it might be going fast
but i don't care
You may be a little cold
but i don't care
maybe i'm just old
but i don't care
we can go at your pace
if for you that's better
there's just no other place
i'd rather be right now
let me in, please, would you? for time is not on our side
but that's the fun of it
Let me take you places
show you faces
let me let you in
come closer, before it all ends
and then wishing things were different
will be too late
Sometimes i feel like i get it
sometimes i don't
and when i don't get it
it sucks
because here we are
making love like there's no tomorrow
too intense
overwhelming
to the extent that our heartbeats can be heard
from the room next door
and then you disappear
i've said things
at first
you said things too
but then suddenly you pulled the brakes
i can understand why
but i feel there's a truth behind the truth
something i wish to hear from you
that you already want to say
but you aren't saying because it's not time
or maybe the feeling is not mature
and you just want to make sure
but excuse me if i come to strong
because to me, this is the extreme opposite of wrong
i don't know what it is that i feel
it's nothing my mind can comprehend
it's too cheesy to be true
even more
it's like all my life i have been looking for something
something too impossible
and then i had lost hope
i became lonely
but only i can feel the loneliness
because i never let it out
i hate looking weak
Then you come along
and half an hour later my whole world turned around
but you don't feel it i know
you weren't there back then
you know me now
i'm an open book for you
read me over and over
and over again
and every time you read me
i'll rewrite the pages for you
just so that i become eternal
but i beg you
don't tear me apart
for it will tear my heart, again
This is for you, the things i won't be able to say
in fear of pushing you away
Well. You're going away anyway. Because everything happens for a reason
