Desert Rooftop Fever
v4
@Khaled Elsayed ElSakhry
Desert Rooftop Fever
v4
@Khaled Elsayed ElSakhry
Paroles
[Intro]
Hands up
Dust in the air
Gold chain swingin’
Trouble in the stair
[Verse 1]
Mama in the window
Yellin’ “come eat”
But the whole block dancing
Middle of the street
Flip-flops slappin’
Kids spin
Then freeze
Old men laughing
Tea cups
Smoke
And breeze
[Chorus]
Desert rooftop fever
Turn it up
Turn it up
Ya habibi
Heart like a drum
Beats quicker
Shake the ground
Make the night look dizzy
Desert rooftop fever
From the alley to the TV screen
We don’t run from the heat
We breathe it
Make a palace from a torn-up scene
[Verse 2]
Shop lights flicker
Plates crash
Then cheer
Bride in red walking
Henna on her wrist so clear
Cousins on the tables
Phones high
“one more!”
Neighbor’s baby sleeping
Still bouncing with the floor
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Let the drama rise
Eyes on me now
Every little glare
We turn it to a vow
From the gossip on the stairs
To the rhythm in our veins
We turn everyday pain
Into fireworks and flame
[Chorus]
Hands up
Dust in the air
Gold chain swingin’
Trouble in the stair
[Verse 1]
Mama in the window
Yellin’ “come eat”
But the whole block dancing
Middle of the street
Flip-flops slappin’
Kids spin
Then freeze
Old men laughing
Tea cups
Smoke
And breeze
[Chorus]
Desert rooftop fever
Turn it up
Turn it up
Ya habibi
Heart like a drum
Beats quicker
Shake the ground
Make the night look dizzy
Desert rooftop fever
From the alley to the TV screen
We don’t run from the heat
We breathe it
Make a palace from a torn-up scene
[Verse 2]
Shop lights flicker
Plates crash
Then cheer
Bride in red walking
Henna on her wrist so clear
Cousins on the tables
Phones high
“one more!”
Neighbor’s baby sleeping
Still bouncing with the floor
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Let the drama rise
Eyes on me now
Every little glare
We turn it to a vow
From the gossip on the stairs
To the rhythm in our veins
We turn everyday pain
Into fireworks and flame
[Chorus]
Style de musique
High-energy Oriental-drama fusion over driving shaabi groove, layered darbuka and tabla with thick bass and squelchy lead hook. Verses stay tight and percussive, call-and-response ad-libs, then chorus explodes with crowd chants and claps. Add dramatic strings stabs and buzzy synth line in the hook; male vocals, raw and streetwise, slightly overdriven., drama
