متّفقين؟

نلف ندور واحد اتنين
هنا و هناك عالم واتنين
مش حكاية ولّا رواية ولّا اتنين
يمكن ذكرى لزوم السنين

أول رؤاكي ف مكان معيّن
أول احساس أحسه بشكل معين
مغامرة جديدة و شد معيّن 
خلّاني أروح وآجي و أبيّن






رغم الاتفاق مش متفقين
بس السعادة مالياني
بسأل نفسي هو انت مين؟؟

دانا من نفس المشكلة بعاني

مش مهم انك هنا أيام معدودة
ولا ان معظم الطرق لقلبك مسدودة
المهم انّي دلوقتي موجود... وانت موجودة
و بكرة دايما هاييجي تاني



حواليكي ألغاز كتيرة عجيبة
وهي دي حلاوة الموضوع
بس ماهو انت بقيتي لي حبيبة
حتى لو الحكاية ف كام اسبوع

مش احنا اصلا متّفقين
انّي أعرفك من زمان؟
اعذريني لو ساعات بكون غشيم
عشان أصل أنا برضه انسان






Listen:

I don't care

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

don't you think?

I miss you, what have you done to me?

Listen:

Does it have to be this way?

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

Listen:

I like it

I remembered you as i took a sip.
The drink was too strong.
Like the taste of your lower lip.
But i liked it.

I've been intoxicated for so long
away from reality
away from all the memories
from dwelling
the hopeless romantic that i am
is just too demanding
it's hard you know
going through every day
pretentious
you are pretentious
and you like it

Everyone's been saying things
doing things
the people are not the same anymore
some are better
most are worse
and some just faded
like you
but they like it

Die.



Listen:

An old piece i came across, worth posting

In which I want to live
A place filled with colours
Simple pleasures
Coffee and Chai
You and I
Somewhere familiar
Home?

In which things collide
Uttering alternating frequencies
Like the sound of the sun
Touching silent seas
Did your hear that sound?
Tempting
Intoxicating

Listen:

Silence

I'm a sucker for silence
The best groove in music comes from silence
Spiritual healing comes from silence
The funniest jokes come right after silence
The most intimate moments happen in silence
My best bud knows what's in my head even in silence
The greatest ideas pop up in silence
Wise words come just after a long silence

I'm more comfortable when it's silent
I enjoy staying at home when it's silent
I'd rather others speak and I stay silent
I find my peace of mind when i'm silent
I cherish moments in music that are silent
I wish there was a button in life entitled "silent"
There are those special conversations that are silent
The best break-ups are silent

My feelings for you will remain silent.

Listen:

From where I am

I hesitated many times for I feel uninspired, again.
My mind is like a twirling machine. Ideas, thoughts, things i should be doing and am not, and things i'm doing that i shouldn't be. Voices. Oh yeah they're back, after almost 4 years of silence. They're back again. But this time i let them speak till they're done with what they want to say. And then i purge it all while i sleep.

I wish i could say things to some specific people that would change everything between them and I. But I choose not to. Because I have no energy for drama.

Sometimes I enjoy going somewhere where there's many people, a club for example, and just stand there in the middle of the crowd. And observe.
It's amusing, the amount of well educated and highly ranked citizens of the country who would just be longing for the weekend to hit the club and make total fools out of themselves just to attract the other gender. Doesn't have to be the actual action of "hooking up" but I've also realized that men and women both feel good when they're wearing or looking top notch and get recognized and stared at in a hormonal manner by the other.

I love my job as a musician. But the dream is beginning to fade away. Doesn't mean i'm giving up on it yet.

I'm excited about going to Germany in February.

My beloved Egypt is sick. I wish she gets well soon. I miss her.

Sometimes I miss being in love.

One thing I've learned though. Trust comes first.

I'm almost fully captivated by her, I wish she would notice how beautiful she is in my eyes. But then again, she shouldn't.

I'm going back to bed.

Listen:

Inter.Cultural Cooperation: Marseille - September 2011 - Phase 1

Inter.Cultural Cooperation: Marseille - September 2011 - Phase 1: 17 y oung artists from France, Germany and Egypt met one week in September 2011 in Marseille. During this first week, participants cr...

Everything Happens For a Reason

My relationship with this blog has been alternating over the past year and a half almost. It's probably because the reason I started blogging is the same reason why I sometimes feel like killing people. But then again, I AM a singer/songwriter, it's my full-time job, so I shall keep writing.

I don't always write music, I write bullshit as well, I write articles for fun, and I write here. And whatever I write here is either inspired by my life, or inspired by other people's lives.

It's amazing when a person can feel success, especially success in the one thing that person is living for. I am feeling it, and it is ecstatic!
Over the past 2-3 years my life has been taking dramatic turns, and because my number one belief is that "everything happens for a reason" I am seeing all the reasons fall into place like a brick wall in my face.

I'm grateful for everything. My band Salalem's debut album is hopefully going to be released on the 24th of this month in a concert I have been waiting for all my life.
Being Salalem's lead singer and front man is something that I enjoy doing, as stressful and tiring as it is, because this band has given me almost everything that I possess now in music. Salalem's music may not be my favorite music, but i took part in producing it, and in the end, because it is a BAND, the output becomes the outcome of different influences. I love the band and I will keep doing what I do until there's nothing more to do.

Also, I am slowly starting my own band, the reason why, as a 12-year old boy, i used to switch on my cassette player, with bon jovi as loud as fuck and hold my tennis racket as if it's a guitar and make-believe i'm on stage in front of a mirror. I have finished and recorded 2 songs so far and the third one is on the way, and as soon as i'm done with a set list full of my own songs, a band will be formed to take this little baby into the light and on the stage.

"Only the artist, or the free scholar, carries his happiness within him" - Beethoven

It's beautiful. I have never thought something in life could be this fulfilling. The feeling I get every  time i go on stage and back down again, and everything in between is something that could be equally compared with multiple orgasms.

You may think i'm exaggerating, but well yeah, i don't care.

This is to remind you and me of who i am and who i will be.

Same person, only on a different level................................

above.

"It is the best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them" - [Joseph] Hilaire [Pierre] Belloc



Listen:

Misplaced Relapse

Well it started off years ago.
In a class of helpless kids
No worries, years to long for, and fewer sins
but there was nothing then.
but occasional conversatin'
And it started off years later, again
With a phone call asking her how to cook pasta.
The pasta turned out delicious
Never realized what would come after
Everlasting hours of speech
Words never ended

I also found out she could teach
Lessons i later realized, I've never attended
Things rendered
A friendship she suddenly turned away from
and surrendered.
Days and years, they part away mountains

Come to think of it
You can't mount in two systems of the same species
They collide
they subside
and finally they hide.

Lust and sickness, led the relapse.
A revenge that was misplaced.
Never cared if worlds collapsed
Along came the guiltless face
In shear coldness.

Because I suck like that.

Listen:

iFloat

I have been afraid,
Afraid to write because i had a feeling that my writing would not be enough,
Enough to purge every single feeling,
Feelings is what i write,
Right when i thought things couldn't get better,
Bitter things happen,
Again.


But then I remember where i was
And where i am now,
I am on a roll, going somewhere.
Where is that? I don't know.
But i'm curious.
So I'll go, i think, no, i know
Towards that sign, that says Backstage -->

And as i come closer, cheers become louder.
We gather up, say our prayers, like brothers
Lights are on, we're on a roll.
It's the only feeling more ecstatic than multiple orgasms
when thousands sing along to your song.
in harmony, louder than them speaker towers.

So i float.

Listen: