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Tryst

by Ala Ghawas

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1.
Red 04:48
-Red- We’re covered in red of the desperate me and the elusive you. Tell me, who's worse? The pain we revisit every night has set the stage for a grand death well rehearsed This love is doomed forever Drenched in the blood we shed It’s all red Are you deeply feeling dead? Because I do I do I see myself suffering from missing you before you lock me gently in the tomb You’ll be hanging every drop you bleed inside you till you finally return to the womb I’m not the man I thought I was You're not the woman I killed to wed It’s all red Adorning our deathbed Because we’re through We’re through
2.
Atom 02:46
-Atom- I don't know what you are to me I can only learn love from your school of poetry But I feel your atom in me Like a drop of fresh water that made my heart grow warmer and the waves in my head calmer from the same old sea I don't know what you are to me But I know an atom of love in every victory And within the silence between you and me A million stories were told from books of silver and gold to make history unfold wordlessly What are you to me?
3.
Boudoir 03:27
-Boudoir- Spare your love Spare your love I was sad to see you leave like a carnal enemy You warred over peace when you were with me Had I outshone the stars, would I climb your bed alone? But I sold my heart for the price of a song What a taste of mystery, adored in your Persian arms A mystical memory that did me harm There’s a pain you overlooked I will never feel your love I’m hooked, cooked and booked But I don't want to be in love Eleven wounds that separate a poet from a randy man For your boudoir fabricates the dreams we ought to ban So, spare your love Spare your love, love
4.
11 05:30
-11- The man you hoped I would be is here with me He built walls from books of theology The ones you left for him to read The man you hoped I would be Dressed up like saints The godless domain he drew kept us poles apart Him and my infidel heart The man you hoped I would be is here with me He grew trees all over his property with pretty dogs roaming free The man you hoped I would be Baked his own bread and sang your every morning tributes for your forgetful fading roots Does he love things unsaid and claim he knows better? Does he slow dance to your burning room into the arms of another?
5.
Venus 04:28
-Venus- Tycoons have showed me that the world is bound to shame Naturalization and sequestration are their only triumphs to claim In a country where government fools and imams tyrannically rule You sang Mitchell to the moon Well, I would have dissented but the music in me died On a skyscraper I was burdened by my need to hide Just when blood fills the streets, the prisons and the creeks You swayed to Dylan’s tunes I have a nephew who taught me to embrace all my wrongs My niece, she reminds me of you, dreams of Venus in all her songs While my maps are sacrosanct around teachers I’ve never thanked You dared Mars to bloom Glaciers come and go My terrain is yours to draw Make it green and blue And the joy I fantasize from the love I theorize is awaiting your hue Because it’s you It had to be you…
6.
Mars 03:16
-Mars- “Only then was she free to grow, only then was he free to know.” Hey, fool of mine. Can you see my face? I set your bridge on fire because of your bloody last name And I would trade your head for another bad love to fuel my flame But I'm far from the final aim Far from losing this game Far from having you framed Far from the ocean of madness that crowned our fame “I buried you alive, you buried me alive.” Your face has the flair for a perfect plot A streak of affirmations from dire fuss Your will is the same, to shine or to maim There, you mute the world around me and say: “You’re a wet dream in my bed and your blood keeps my roses red.” So you govern the light for your chessman Am I your chosen chessman, my love? My soul is locked, my brain is fucked and I don't know what to do I don't know what to do, love
7.
8 02:35
-8- She whirls around the sun I just cannot keep up with her pace These poor eyes of mine never saw anything like her grace She speaks of utopia and trades a kiss for a gun Nothing is more powerful than the beauty of a woman She used my burning heart to warm up her bones, with no regret And I'm left here on the verge I cannot bet and I cannot forget So she gifted me a love song with a worn out ribbon Nothing is more powerful than the beauty of a woman
8.
Mausoleum 02:36
-Mausoleum- Your dulcet violin was clear, imprisoned my heart and ear for twelve Julys last year when god was here Many picture hooks on the wall, many paint stains on the floor and the love a father should nurture is thrown out the door Your apparition lives with me through delight and odium in one big shining mausoleum It’s a bright sadness, you see Love is hard to hold endlessly Love is old, bold and untold for you and me Found new skin immune from your grace, bought new eyes that don't know your face and the mother who’s killed within you came to marble this place So I dance with my unborn daughter to the music of your requiem in one big shining mausoleum
9.
Ember 04:26
-Ember- You said: “Eight flaws will follow my halfhearted sorrow and deepen in me. What you see is a dervish agitated with love unrequited like a burning sea.” And I pled: “If pillow talks are ephemeral, the friend in me is eternal, so don’t leave me. My love, please. Pain with you is savored, your mouth is coffee flavored - my dependency.” You wailed: “I'll be your wisdom’s seeder, I'll be your art’s feeder, I have to flee.” And I wept: “I want you to remember, I'll fan this lonely ember till it dies in me.” How white should this darkness be?
10.
White 06:26
-White- Battle of the sexes won’t end It’s a heavenly trend Your fire is due for exchange I know the deepest fibers of your soul She tore and sold But your heart will grow and change Forget the familiar and meet the strange You offered her a wedding dress before a moonlight tryst Well, history is free to rearrange And if a foreign honey burns a hell outside your shell Extend your heartbeat's range Forget the familiar and meet the strange

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'Tryst', the 5th studio album by Bahraini singer-songwriter Ala Ghawas.

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released November 8, 2017

Written & Produced by Ala Ghawas

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Ala Ghawas is an independent singer-songwriter, musician and record producer from Bahrain.

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