When researching the sonic sounds of Bader Helalat and Ahmad Farah, the creative duo behind Tayar, I came across an interesting compilation featuring music from all over the Levant, which includes the countries Cypress, Lebanon, Syria, Jordan, Palestine and South Turkey (the term can also include Egypt, Greece and eastern Libya). Tayar had contributed an incredible acoustic version of their track Soot El Reeh to the release which contains 36 artists in total. The compilation is titled, “Fake Line: Solo Levant | حدود وهمية: أصوات بلاد الشام” and from the project itself, seeks to unite, “artists from the fractured and conquered Levant region and its diaspora, alongside guest musicians from Tunisia, Algeria, Iraq, Turkey, France, Venezuela, Italy and India. Spanning alternative and anti-pop sounds, the compilation journeys through folk, experimental, rock, hip-hop, ambient, electronica & everything in between.”
There is so much amazing music on this massive record that I will leave the link here to enjoy. Tayar’s contribution was a somber acoustic track, which is a pivot from what you’ll find from their discography. The song is beautiful written and composed but also sad and depressing. I will drop the translated lyrics below, but the content of the song falls in line with what the Fake Line’s project intends to do; hammer home the destructive nature that settler colonialism seems to precipitate, particularly in the Levant.
ﺻﻮت ﻋﺎﻟﻲ ﻛﺘﯿﺮ وﺷﻮارع ﻓﺎﺿﯿﺔ ﻣﻦ اﻟﻨﺎس
وﺗﻐﯿﺮ ﺻﻮت اﻟﺮﯾﺢ
وﺑﺤﺮك ﯾﺎﻟﻠﻲ ﺻﺎر ﻣﻬﺠﻮر
وﺷﻤﺴﻚ ﯾﺎﻟﻠﻲ ﻃﻔﺖ اﻟﻨﻮر
وﺳﻼح ﺑﺈﯾﺪه
وﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ
ﺳﻼم ﻏﺮﯾﺐ
وﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ
وﺳﻼح ﺑﺈﯾﺪه وﺣﺐ ﺑﻌﯿﺪ ﻣﻌﺪوم
ﺳﻼم ﻏﺮﯾﺐ ودم ﻛﺘﯿﺮ ﻣﺴﻔﻮك
ﻫﯿﯿﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ
ﻫﯿﯿﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ
وﺑﻌﺘﻤﺔ ﻟﯿﻞ وﺑﯿﺖ ﺑﻌﯿﺪ ﻣﺴﻜﻮن
وﻣﺎ اﻧﺤﻠﺖ ﻫﺎﻟﻌﻘﺪة ﻣﻦ ﻟﺴﺎﻧﻚ
وﺑﺤﺮك ﯾﺎﻟﻠﻲ ﺻﺎاار ﻣﻬﺠﻮر
وﺷﻤﺴﻚ ﯾﺎﻟﻠﻲ ﻃﻔﺖ اﻟﻨﻮر
اﻟﻨﻮر اﻟﻨﻮر
وﺳﻼح ﺑﺈﯾﺪه ﻫﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ
ﺳﻼم ﻏﺮب وﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﻲ
وﺳﻼح ﺑﺈﯾﺪه وﺣﺐ ﺑﻌﯿﺪ ﻣﻌﺪوم
ﺳﻼم ﻏﺮﯾﺐ ودم ﻛﺘﯿﺮ ﻣﺴﻔﻮك
ﻣﺴﻔﻮوك
ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ
ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ
وﺳﻼح ﺑﺈﯾﺪه ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ
ﺳﻼم ﻏﺮﯾﺐ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﯾﺎب ﻫﯿﯿﻲ ﻫﯿﯿﻲ
وﺗﻐﯿﺮ ﺻﻮت اﻟﺮﯾﺢ
A very loud noise and streets overflowing with people
and the sound of the wind
and the movement of what has become deserted
And your sun, which cast its light
And a weapon in his hand
And he, he, he, he
A strange peace
And he’s here, oh here, oh here
With a weapon in his hand And love is far away, nonexistent
A strange peace and so much blood spilled
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
In the darkness of the night, in a distant, haunted house
And the knot hasn’t come undone from your tongue
And the movement of what has become deserted
And your sun, which has shed its light
Light, light
And a weapon in his hand, hey, hey, hey
Peace be upon you, hey, hey, hey
A weapon in his hand, and love is nowhere to be found
A strange peace and so much blood spilled
Spilled
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
And a weapon in his hand, Hey, Hey, Hey
A strange peace, hey, hey, hey
And the sound of the wind changes
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