Friday Morning Breakfast Blend presents:

But not today, dear listener, I am on a kick. Next week. Maybe. I might have to ween myself off, it’s all I listen to lately. And there’s sooo much good stuff. Anyway, I have been avoiding playing political music for a few different reasons, but today I’m going to go ahead and share some message music, and hopefully talk about it in a way which isn’t too far off the mark. Definitely check out lyrics below (in no particular order). Infinite love, Princess Beet Farmer

Article about LGBT crackdown in Egypt: https://www.nytimes.com/2017/10/03/world/middleeast/egypt-gay-arrests.html

Sout al Horeya
by Emir Eid and Hany Adel

The Voice of Freedom
I went out and said that I was not coming back
And wrote with my own blood in each street
We made ourselves heard by those who were not listening
And all the barriers were broken
Our weapon was our dreams
َAnd the future was bright before us
We have waited for so long
Looking for without finding our place

In each street of my country
The voice of freedom is calling

We raised our head upwards
And hunger did not matter to us
The most important thing is to get our rights
And to write our own story with our blood
If you had been one of us
Don’t blabber by telling us
To leave and give up our dream
And stop saying the word “I”

In each street of my country
The sound of freedom is calling

Dark Egyptian hands
Against discrimination
Wide open in the midst of the mighty roars
Breaking the frames
The magnificent youth came out
Turned their autumn into a spring
And achieved the miracle
Awakening the murdered
Kill me, kill me
Killing me will not rebuild your country
I am writing another life for my homeland
Is that my blood or the spring?
Both their colour is green
I am smiling from happiness, not sorrow1

In each street of my country
The voice of freedom is calling
In each street of my country
The voice of freedom is calling

Khamsa Santy
by Sharmoofers

Five cm
eh ellaky doot…….

I woke up early..washed my face by two drops
because the water isn’t available almost since 2 hours
opened the flat’s door sounds like I’m entering a pool
the last five cm of my pants are wet
and the janitor.. his Jalabia’s end is in his mouth, catching his wiper in his hand, you can’t find stupidity like this
feel like he’s at aqueous ballet show
and with ultimate delight.. he looks at me and says
good morning sir.. why do you look unhappy?
I kept on my way to my car. it’s parked in front of my home
I looked at the cabot.. written on it a funny and cute words
drilled by a pin
“Samar, really I’m deeply falling in love with you”
eh ellaky doot…….

and got in the car and ran the engine and turned to the right without my willing..I swear in god I didn’t choose
so where can I go?
ِA donkey cart has jumped from the bridge
and people are yelling and shouting and I missed my work’s deadline
and parked my car.. the pretty’s colour is oily
and the weather is hot and a heated sun.. where’s my air conditioner?
and opened the door..surrounded by dusts
the last five cm of my pants are dirty
cut them and made them as short-pants..I sweat and got no tissue
and mainly I’m a cool guy..woah I’ll jump out in the Nile river
I want to swim..oh if I got an elephant’s trunk
that’s will be ok..
I will make a croll swim..

The age of the Pimp
by Ramy Essam

In the age of the pimp, everyone is okay because of the great meatball medicine The pimp isn’t just any leader, he can bring down a plane with his finger He makes our people homeless in Sinai and the media have become prostitutes Our streets aren’t crowded, not a single day do we wait for a traffic light Our brothers in prison are piles of flesh and the pimp rules appropriately We are stuck with the pimp, shout hey to the pimp, shout ho! In the age of the pimp we have become foreigners in our own country but our country will be full of light Even the stakes up our asses will be designer and everyone will get one according to the constitution They removed the puppets and brought other puppets, surely the pimp is the biggest one You see, the pimp is superman who will build our country with the twinkle of his eyes Everyone will eat for free from the blessings of the pimp We are stuck with the pimp, shout hey to the pimp, shout ho! This is the story of a pimp and it hasn’t ended, but our end is drawing nearer and nearer The pimp does business in the name of religion and tailors any law We left a pimp and got a pimp, the first pimp who was a pharaoh O the blood of the martyrs on the pavement that the pimp is dealing in If you are ready to waste their blood, shout hey to the pimp We are stuck with the pimp, shout hey to the pimp, shout ho

Saheb Elra3i
by El Far3i

He told me “son, what style do you sing in? It is not the local style.” “But if this song is about the one you’d sacrifice your life for, then let us listen to your great voice, oh you nice one” (x2) I said I’m here noticing that you don’t like every one around here, but trust me, you’d like me, and I’m from these parts I here see that you’re the only one who’s not afraid, you fight with the knights, I admire you for that He told me “son, what style do you sing in? It is not the local style.” “But if this song is about the one you’d sacrifice your life for, then let us listen to you great voice, oh you nice one” I said here I notice and feel that people around here are stubborn, and judge you based on what you are wearing, I am originally from around these parts I am here and be assured, the public opinion is poisonous, and I don’t want to jump to generalizations, because people will say “you shouldn’t have said that” I am not a scholar nor a scientist, but I feel that there are misunderstandings, and there are silly people that we believe what they say, but let’s not talk about this today He told me “son, what style do you sing in? It is not the local style.” “But if this song is about the one you’d sacrifice your life for, then let us listen to your great voice, oh you nice one”

Batalte Elli
by Zaman Band

You’re no longer mine You spoiled pretty girl Your tears Can no longer solve the problem We’re no longer together There’s no love anymore And another problem just came up No longer the talk Can erase the pain This break up just came too late No longer the talk Can erase the pain This break up just came too late You’re no longer mine You spoiled pretty girl Your tears Can no longer solve the problem We’re no longer together There’s no love anymore And another problem just came up I told you, enough I don’t wanna be caged anymore You’re already not the same person Stop asking more questions I told you, enough I don’t wanna be caged anymore You’re already not the same person Stop asking more questions You’re no longer mine

Khair Alshaghab
by Nasserdin Eltouffar Feat. Al Darwich and Hello Pschallepo

– The best riot

[Nasserin Tafar]
Do not forget or think about the death of the king as a lie
Walk the Zajal to celebrate Ntarkoz party songs
Weep from the joy of your dog, let him die, and sleep with the dead, the wolf shall die
It is in you that you say, “My brother died, the one who is waiting is lost, and the other is lost.”
In you you will take away my sins;
In thee shall we glorify thee;
You say to me that I am with me, that I have a sword of fire
The word is broken, and the boot is rejected
You say that I am against and curse everything and every end
Naatar Haltrak of years, Darwish and Nasserine
A diseased music bleeding of the news of Aleppo, Homs and Al Ain

[الدرويش]
Revolution on the soul
But if he ate the sun, he would eat it
Live on the people, live on the best riot
A verse of anger
Right east, on the hair of the country which is individual
On what cry in forever
Live on people extended
Revolution on the soul
But if he ate the sun, he would eat it
Live on the people, live on the best riot
A verse of anger
Right east, on the hair of the country which is individual
On what cry in forever
Live on people
Extended extended term .

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