a few days ago i attended a Youmna Saba performance at Radio Beirut in Gemayzeh.
like what usually happens to me when the music is great, i got transported within and for a few minutes there was just Youmna's warm voice (though i wasn't paying attention to the lyrics anymore), Fadi's excellent guitar playing/effects and the percussionist's rythms guiding me...
a few days later i was able to continue what i wrote there and then...
raw and not much edited as usual...
Then Again:
Prowling old scenes with stuttering memories and lights
Heart pounding, racing at the mercy of an intuition
Pressure, provocative in a stream of disapproval…
Have I seen how it has seeped out?
Then again,
Here is what I have pictured when
Plain pleasures pressed for recognition…
oh How pale the inspiration,
oh How pale the
approbation...?
then again,
I have been here…
I have been near;
I have felt the need to let it all seed…
I have been near;
I have felt the need to let it all seed…
Pain has caused a commotion
Withering a healthy hereafter
Away… Away,
With sighs fluttering in the void
Like unheard whispers,
Like lukewarm resolutions
May they last until the wind changes direction…
Oh how pale the attention,
Scattered here and here… and here…
There are new pursuits to be submitted
There are different pleasures to unearth…
And pressure should let go…
For I have prepared new beginnings…
I will have new paths…
I will.